Big Data and Automated Content Analysis, Final Project

Data gathering

Lukas Pechacek 11954922

import json
import urllib
import pandas as pd
import numpy as np
import nltk
from nltk.corpus import state_union
import requests
from bs4 import BeautifulSoup
import os
import re

import requests
import openpyxl as xls

from urllib.request import urlopen
from lxml.html import parse, fromstring

from selenium import webdriver
from selenium.webdriver.common.keys import Keys
from selenium.webdriver.support.ui import (
    WebDriverWait)
from selenium.webdriver.support import (
    expected_conditions as EC)
from selenium.webdriver.common.by import By

import time  


import json
import csv
from pprint import pprint
from pandas import json_normalize
import time

import matplotlib.pyplot as plt
import seaborn as sns

import lyricsgenius as genius

Found a list of artists on ranker.com. I will first scrape the data, namely the names of the top 25 artists, from here.

r = requests.get('https://www.ranker.com/crowdranked-list/the-greatest-rappers-of-all-time')
soup = BeautifulSoup(r.text, 'html.parser')
results = soup.find_all('meta', attrs={'itemprop':'name'})

del results[0]

Next, I will scrape the top 25 bands from the same website.

r2 = requests.get('https://www.ranker.com/crowdranked-list/overall-best-hip-hop-crew')
soup2 = BeautifulSoup(r2.text, 'html.parser')

results2 = soup2.find_all('meta', attrs={'itemprop':'name'})
del results2[0]
results2

[<meta content="Wu-Tang Clan" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Outkast" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="A Tribe Called Quest" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Mobb Deep" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="N.W.A" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Run–DMC" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Eric B. &amp; Rakim" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Public Enemy" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Bone Thugs-N-Harmony" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Beastie Boys" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="The Roots" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Gang Starr" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="De La Soul" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Fugees" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Geto Boys" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Naughty by Nature" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Cypress Hill" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Boogie Down Productions" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="EPMD" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="The Pharcyde" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Three 6 Mafia" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="The LOX" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Tha Dogg Pound" itemprop="name"/>,
 <meta content="Clipse" itemprop="name"/>]

artists = results+results2 #adding the two parsed webpages
artists = [meta["content"] for meta in artists] #looping over tags in list to only keep the contents.
print(artists)

['Eminem', 'Tupac', 'The Notorious B.I.G.', 'Kendrick Lamar', 'Nas', 'Dr. Dre', 'Lil Wayne', 'J. Cole', 'Ice Cube', 'Jay-Z', 'Snoop Dogg', 'Kanye West', 'André 3000', '50 Cent', 'Eazy-E', 'DMX', 'Drake', 'Busta Rhymes', 'ASAP Rocky', 'Kid Cudi', 'Ghostface Killah', 'Logic', 'Chance the Rapper', 'Childish Gambino', 'Nate Dogg', 'Wu-Tang Clan', 'Outkast', 'A Tribe Called Quest', 'Mobb Deep', 'N.W.A', 'Run–DMC', 'Eric B. & Rakim', 'Public Enemy', 'Bone Thugs-N-Harmony', 'Beastie Boys', 'The Roots', 'Gang Starr', 'De La Soul', 'Fugees', 'Geto Boys', 'Naughty by Nature', 'Cypress Hill', 'Boogie Down Productions', 'Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five', 'EPMD', 'The Pharcyde', 'Three 6 Mafia', 'The LOX', 'Tha Dogg Pound', 'Clipse']

artists[1] = '2Pac'
artists[-18] = 'Run–D.M.C.'
artists[-6] = 'Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five'
artists[-2] = 'Method Man & Redman'
artists[-1] = 'Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth'
artists[18] = 'A$AP Rocky'

#Creating a seperate for artists that do not have up to 90 songs on Genius. These artists all have at least 60 songs. Therefore
#still deemed as sufficient to be included in the analysis.
artists60 = artists[-21], artists[-19], artists[-1]
artists60

('N.W.A', 'Eric B. & Rakim', 'Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth')

print(artists)

['Eminem', '2Pac', 'The Notorious B.I.G.', 'Kendrick Lamar', 'Nas', 'Dr. Dre', 'Lil Wayne', 'J. Cole', 'Ice Cube', 'Jay-Z', 'Snoop Dogg', 'Kanye West', 'André 3000', '50 Cent', 'Eazy-E', 'DMX', 'Drake', 'Busta Rhymes', 'A$AP Rocky', 'Kid Cudi', 'Ghostface Killah', 'Logic', 'Chance the Rapper', 'Childish Gambino', 'Nate Dogg', 'Wu-Tang Clan', 'Outkast', 'A Tribe Called Quest', 'Mobb Deep', 'N.W.A', 'Run–DMC', 'Eric B. & Rakim', 'Run–D.M.C.', 'Bone Thugs-N-Harmony', 'Beastie Boys', 'The Roots', 'Gang Starr', 'De La Soul', 'Fugees', 'Geto Boys', 'Naughty by Nature', 'Cypress Hill', 'Boogie Down Productions', 'Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five', 'Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five', 'The Pharcyde', 'Three 6 Mafia', 'The LOX', 'Method Man & Redman', 'Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth']

Next, I will delete artists that have less than 40 songs on Genius.

del artists[-1]#deleting Pete Rock

del artists [-1]#deleting method man and redman

del artists[-1]#the LOX

print(artists)

['Eminem', '2Pac', 'The Notorious B.I.G.', 'Kendrick Lamar', 'Nas', 'Dr. Dre', 'Lil Wayne', 'J. Cole', 'Ice Cube', 'Jay-Z', 'Snoop Dogg', 'Kanye West', 'André 3000', '50 Cent', 'Eazy-E', 'DMX', 'Drake', 'Busta Rhymes', 'A$AP Rocky', 'Kid Cudi', 'Ghostface Killah', 'Logic', 'Chance the Rapper', 'Childish Gambino', 'Nate Dogg', 'Wu-Tang Clan', 'Outkast', 'A Tribe Called Quest', 'Mobb Deep', 'N.W.A', 'Run–DMC', 'Eric B. & Rakim', 'Run–D.M.C.', 'Bone Thugs-N-Harmony', 'Beastie Boys', 'The Roots', 'Gang Starr', 'De La Soul', 'Fugees', 'Geto Boys', 'Naughty by Nature', 'Cypress Hill', 'Boogie Down Productions', 'Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five', 'Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five', 'The Pharcyde', 'Three 6 Mafia']

del artists[-3] #deleting Grandmaster Flash & the Furious Five

del artists[12]#deleting andre 3000

del artists[-15] #deleting eric b rakim

del artists[-16] #deleting NWA

del artists [-3] #deleting Grandmaster Flash

del artists [-14]

print(artists)

['Eminem', '2Pac', 'The Notorious B.I.G.', 'Kendrick Lamar', 'Nas', 'Dr. Dre', 'Lil Wayne', 'J. Cole', 'Ice Cube', 'Jay-Z', 'Snoop Dogg', 'Kanye West', '50 Cent', 'Eazy-E', 'DMX', 'Drake', 'Busta Rhymes', 'A$AP Rocky', 'Kid Cudi', 'Ghostface Killah', 'Logic', 'Chance the Rapper', 'Childish Gambino', 'Nate Dogg', 'Wu-Tang Clan', 'Outkast', 'A Tribe Called Quest', 'Mobb Deep', 'Run–D.M.C.', 'Bone Thugs-N-Harmony', 'Beastie Boys', 'The Roots', 'Gang Starr', 'De La Soul', 'Fugees', 'Geto Boys', 'Naughty by Nature', 'Cypress Hill', 'Boogie Down Productions', 'The Pharcyde', 'Three 6 Mafia']

#saving list as text file. 
# open file in write mode
with open(r'artistshiphop.txt', 'w') as fp:
    for item in artists:
        # write each item on a new line
        fp.write("%s\n" % item)
    print('Done')

Done

#saving list as text file
# open file in write mode
with open(r'artistshiphop2.txt', 'w') as fp:
    for item in artists60:
        # write each item on a new line
        fp.write("%s\n" % item)
    print('Done')

Done

https://pynative.com/python-write-list-to-file/

artists_list = []

# open file and read the content in a list
with open(r'artistshiphop.txt', 'r') as fp:
    for line in fp:
        # remove linebreak from a current name
        # linebreak is the last character of each line
        x = line[:-1]

        # add current item to the list
        artists_list.append(x)

# display list
print(artists_list)

['Eminem', '2Pac', 'The Notorious B.I.G.', 'Kendrick Lamar', 'Nas', 'Dr. Dre', 'Lil Wayne', 'J. Cole', 'Ice Cube', 'Jay-Z', 'Snoop Dogg', 'Kanye West', '50 Cent', 'Eazy-E', 'DMX', 'Drake', 'Busta Rhymes', 'A$AP Rocky', 'Kid Cudi', 'Ghostface Killah', 'Logic', 'Chance the Rapper', 'Childish Gambino', 'Nate Dogg', 'Wu-Tang Clan', 'Outkast', 'A Tribe Called Quest', 'Mobb Deep', 'Run–D.M.C.', 'Bone Thugs-N-Harmony', 'Beastie Boys', 'The Roots', 'Gang Starr', 'De La Soul', 'Fugees', 'Geto Boys', 'Naughty by Nature', 'Cypress Hill', 'Boogie Down Productions', 'The Pharcyde', 'Three 6 Mafia']

artists60_list = []

# open file and read the content in a list
with open(r'artistshiphop2.txt', 'r') as fp:
    for line in fp:
        # remove linebreak from a current name
        # linebreak is the last character of each line
        x = line[:-1]

        # add current item to the list
        artists60_list.append(x)

# display list
print(artists60_list)

['N.W.A', 'Eric B. & Rakim', 'Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth']

Access_token = 'rn5xRIfu1TMdET-7D_ifSbzd2fUV-TQX_gDhzSykScxwPUUmjJCHbJpUE67Q1ZAH' #Access token of Genius API
Bearer  = '5Iln7M_YnSDZRP34lOzMNh9NL6PiI0pY2r8BSpbCYONVw0w4T_3LcbIjvsS63zva'

#To get the information we want, i.e. the names of the artists we need to also go through all the pages. By following the API 
#guidelines on the website I defined a function that gets this information. I am making 10 requets per page since most pages
#seem to have 10 songs on display by each artist. 

def get_artists(artist_names, page):
    base_url = 'https://api.genius.com'
    headers = {'Authorization': 'Bearer ' + Access_token}
    search_url = base_url + '/search?per_page=10&page=' + str(page)
    data = {'q': artist_names}
    response = requests.get(search_url, data=data, headers=headers)
    return response

The codes above and below were adapted https://medium.com/analytics-vidhya/how-to-scrape-song-lyrics-a-gentle-python-tutorial-5b1d4ab351d2

# Get artist object from Genius API


# Get Genius.com song url's from artist object
def request_song_url(artist_names, song_cap):
    page = 1
    songs = []
    
    while True:
        response = get_artists(artist_names, page)
        json = response.json()        # Collect up to song_cap song objects from artist
        song_info = []
        for hit in json['response']['hits']:
            if artist_names.lower() in hit['result']['primary_artist']['name'].lower():
                song_info.append(hit)               
    
# Collect song URL's from song objects
        for song in song_info:
            if (len(songs) < song_cap):
                url = song['result']['url']
                songs.append(url)
            
        if (len(songs) == song_cap):
            break
        else:
            page += 1
        
    print('Found {} songs by {}'.format(len(songs), artist_names))
    return songs

#test
print(request_song_url('A Tribe Called Quest', 50)) 

Found 50 songs by A Tribe Called Quest
['https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-electric-relaxation-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-we-the-people-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-scenario-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-can-i-kick-it-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-check-the-rhime-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-buggin-out-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-bonita-applebum-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-jazz-weve-got-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-space-program-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-award-tour-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-excursions-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-conrad-tokyo-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-dis-generation-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-hot-sex-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-donald-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-find-a-way-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-kids-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-oh-my-god-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-solid-wall-of-sound-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-butter-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-sucka-nigga-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-killing-season-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-whateva-will-be-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-steve-biko-stir-it-up-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-melatonin-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-verses-from-the-abstract-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-8-million-stories-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-movin-backwards-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-enough-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-mobius-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-infamous-date-rape-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-what-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-black-spasmodic-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-georgie-porgie-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-luck-of-lucien-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-lost-somebody-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-show-business-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-i-left-my-wallet-in-el-segundo-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-ego-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-midnight-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-chase-part-ii-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-vibes-and-stuff-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-we-can-get-down-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-god-lives-through-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-1nce-again-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-scenario-remix-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-stressed-out-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-keep-it-rollin-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-rap-promoter-lyrics', 'https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-hop-lyrics']

ALLSONGS = 90

artistsurl = []
top90songs = []
urls = []


for a in artists_list:
    print(a)
    y = (request_song_url(a, ALLSONGS))#Finding 90 songs for each artist
    top90songs.append(y)
    for v in y:
        artistsurl.append(a)
        urls.append(v)

for s in artists60_list:
    print(s)
    x = (request_song_url(s, 60)) #finding 60 songs for artists with only 60 songs on Genius.
    top90songs.append(x)
    for t in x:
        artistsurl.append(s)
        urls.append(t)
    
print(len(urls), 'urls have been gathered.')

Eminem
Found 90 songs by Eminem
2Pac
Found 90 songs by 2Pac
The Notorious B.I.G.
Found 90 songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
Kendrick Lamar
Found 90 songs by Kendrick Lamar
Nas
Found 90 songs by Nas
Dr. Dre
Found 90 songs by Dr. Dre
Lil Wayne
Found 90 songs by Lil Wayne
J. Cole
Found 90 songs by J. Cole
Ice Cube
Found 90 songs by Ice Cube
Jay-Z
Found 90 songs by Jay-Z
Snoop Dogg
Found 90 songs by Snoop Dogg
Kanye West
Found 90 songs by Kanye West
50 Cent
Found 90 songs by 50 Cent
Eazy-E
Found 90 songs by Eazy-E
DMX
Found 90 songs by DMX
Drake
Found 90 songs by Drake
Busta Rhymes
Found 90 songs by Busta Rhymes
A$AP Rocky
Found 90 songs by A$AP Rocky
Kid Cudi
Found 90 songs by Kid Cudi
Ghostface Killah
Found 90 songs by Ghostface Killah
Logic
Found 90 songs by Logic
Chance the Rapper
Found 90 songs by Chance the Rapper
Childish Gambino
Found 90 songs by Childish Gambino
Nate Dogg
Found 90 songs by Nate Dogg
Wu-Tang Clan
Found 90 songs by Wu-Tang Clan
Outkast
Found 90 songs by Outkast
A Tribe Called Quest
Found 90 songs by A Tribe Called Quest
Mobb Deep
Found 90 songs by Mobb Deep
Run–D.M.C.
Found 90 songs by Run–D.M.C.
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Found 90 songs by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Beastie Boys
Found 90 songs by Beastie Boys
The Roots
Found 90 songs by The Roots
Gang Starr
Found 90 songs by Gang Starr
De La Soul
Found 90 songs by De La Soul
Fugees
Found 90 songs by Fugees
Geto Boys
Found 90 songs by Geto Boys
Naughty by Nature
Found 90 songs by Naughty by Nature
Cypress Hill
Found 90 songs by Cypress Hill
Boogie Down Productions
Found 90 songs by Boogie Down Productions
The Pharcyde
Found 90 songs by The Pharcyde
Three 6 Mafia
Found 90 songs by Three 6 Mafia
N.W.A
Found 60 songs by N.W.A
Eric B. & Rakim
Found 60 songs by Eric B. & Rakim
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth
Found 60 songs by Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth
3870 urls have been gathered.

len(artistsurl)

3870

len(artists_list), len(artists60_list)

(41, 3)

artists_list.extend(artists60_list) #Rejoining lists in case for later use

len(artists_list)

44

https://stackoverflow.com/questions/63722512/error-while-scraping-website-using-beautifulsoup I kept running into errors while scraping with BeautifulSoup, whilst also trying all possible solutions for a few days. I finally found this code that helped. Apparently the website returned two html versions. I do not claim this code as my own.

lyrics_list = []

for url in urls:
    
    soup = BeautifulSoup(requests.get(url).content, 'html.parser')

    for tag in soup.select('div[class^="Lyrics__Container"], .song_body-lyrics p'):
        
            for i in tag.select('i'):
                i.unwrap()
                tag.smooth()

    t = tag.get_text(strip=True, separator='\n')
    #remove identifiers like chorus, verse, etc
    t = re.sub(r'[\(\[].*?[\)\]]', '', t)  #Some early stage preprocessing
    t = os.linesep.join([s for s in t.splitlines() if s]) #removing empty lines        
            

    if t:
        print(t)
        lyrics_list.append(t)
        

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racin' around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod
This planet's Krypton—no, Asgard, Asgard
So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
You rodent, I'm omnipotent
Let off, then I'm reloadin'
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walkin' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head, a zombie floatin'
But I got your mom deep-throatin'
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothin' in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me, my honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though
For good at least once in a while
So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes
To maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come tryin'
To censor you like that one line
I said on "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP 1 when I
Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9
See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was,
but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows
You write normal? Fuck being normal!
And I just bought a new raygun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya,
like when Fabolous made Ray J mad
'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad
Singin' to a man while he played piano
Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel
So Ray J went straight to the radio station
The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"
Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (
J.J. Fad
)
Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma,
you assumin' I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?
Innovative and I'm made of rubber
so that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me and it'll glue to you and
I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop,"—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock,
shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm rippin' any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice, your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?!
Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
And I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues,
but it's still tongue-in-cheek,
fuck you
I'm drunk, so, Satan, take the fucking wheel
I'ma sleep in the front seat
Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky but Funky"
But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me
They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred
I have, then you may be a little patient
And more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? Make lemonade then!
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?!
Don't mistake him for
Satan
; it's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation
To trip a broad, and make her fall on her face and
Don't be a retard—be a king? Think not
Why be a king when you can be a god?
You fuckin'—oh
And I'm just playin', Diddy
You know I love you
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', haha
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better lose yourself in the music
The moment, you own it, you better never let it go 
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
You better…
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
]
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
 Get along with the voices inside of my head
 You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath
 And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothin'
]
Well, that's nothin'
So y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move
Give me some room , give me some room , give me the juice
Hop out the coupe , hop out the coupe , hop out and shoot
Y'all gotta move , y'all gotta move , give me the juice
*Plane crash*
Yeah 
Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, and see where this takes me, ’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now
Yeah
Let me explain just how to make greatness
Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down
Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
If I press the issue just to get the anger out 
Full magazine could take Staples out
Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil' bitch
I’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y’all are
To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
Billions of views, your ten cents are two
Skim through the music to give shit reviews
To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to
Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
Everyone copies though? Prob'ly no
Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi, yo, adiós
I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
All I am simply is just an emcee
Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea 
Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably
Shake the world up if it were up to me
Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
I should eat a pill, probably I will
Old me killed the new me, watch him bleed to death
I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L 
Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
While I take my ball sack and flick it like a light switch
Like Vice President Mike Pence
Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? 
You won't ever see Em icy
But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
And your skull might split like I bashed you upside it
Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick 
Turn down for what?
I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up 
'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
And now he wants to take it out on us" 
But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me
I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
Especially an effing Recovery clone of me 
So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Igg' Azae'
Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
I'm fed up with bein' humble
And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard rumblings
I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
I heard your mumblin' but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it?
I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean, then you're a goner
I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
And you woulda bought it
But sayin' I no longer got it
'Cause you missed a line and never caught it
'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest 
Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
With a bottle full of malt liquor
But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
I don't see why y'all even started with me
I get in beefs, my enemies die
I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
I'm east side, never be caught slippin'
Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
The Thing ain't even orange—oh my God, that's a reach!"
Shout to all my colorblind people
Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
"Dawg, that's a date" — "Looks like an olive to me"
"Look, there's an apple!" — "No, it's not, it's a peach!"
So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
Give me Donkey of the Day
What a way for 2018 to get underway
But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! 
Invite 'em in like a One A Day
I'm not done 
'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
'Cause the way I see people turning's
Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
Or still yet to be determined?
'Cause I'm determined to be me, critiqued or worshipped
But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
Sold the dream to that he's deserted
But I think it's workin'
These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
And he's too scurred to answer me with words
'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
But I know at least he's heard it
'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists"
But my beef is more media journalists
I said, my beef is more meaty, a journalist
Can get a mouthful of flesh
And yes, I mean eating a penis
'Cause they've been pannin' my album to death
So I've been givin' the media fingers
Don't wanna turn this to a counseling sesh
But they've been puttin' me through the ringer
So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
But I just took this beat to the cleaners
A tisk-it a task-it,
I'll go tit-for-tat wit'
Anybody who's talking "This shit, that shit"
Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You thirty-six-year-old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me; you're too old
,
let go
It's over
,
nobody listens to techno
Now let's go, just give me the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But, sometimes, the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene 
Though I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do Black music so selfishly
And use it to get myself wealthy
There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'd be so empty without me
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
I said this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little controversy
'Cause it feels so empty without me
Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hum, dei-dei, la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Kids!
I've been a liar, been a thief
Been a lover, been a cheat
All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me
Well, little one 
I don't want to admit to something 
If all it's gonna cause is pain
The truth and my lies now are falling like the rain
So let the river run
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans
This'll be the last package I ever send your ass
It's been six months, and still no word—I don't deserve it?
I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect
So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it
I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway
Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive?
You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night"
About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin'
But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him?
That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin'
Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now—I'm drowsy
And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call
I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall
I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together—think about it!
You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it
And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it
I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me
See, Slim—shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk
Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk
But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up—see? I ain't like you
‘Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too
Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now
Oh, shit, I forgot—how am I supposed to send this shit out?!
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I
Got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
And I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad
Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy
You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she?
Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that
And here's an autograph for your brother;
I wrote it on a Starter cap
I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you
Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you
But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too?
I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you?
You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin'
To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some
And what's this shit about us meant to be together?
That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other
I really think you and your girlfriend need each other
Or maybe you just need to treat her better
I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time
Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine
If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan
Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan
I just don't want you to do some crazy shit
I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick
Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge
And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid
And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to
Come to think about it, his name was—it was you
Damn…
Venom,  adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
Venom,  adrenaline momentum
And I'm not knowin' when I'm
Ever gonna slow up and I'm
Ready to snap any moment I'm
Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up!
Kick your shoes off, let your hair down
All night long
Grow your beard out, just weird out
All night long
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud
'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M
So, baby, make just like K-Fed
And let yourself go, let yourself go
Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody 
Grab your vial, yeah
We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud
'Cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M
So crank the bass up like crazy
And let yourself go, let yourself go
Say, "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody 
Get your vials
That's how much we have in common 
That's how much we have in common 
Up on this mic when we're on it 
That's how much we have in common 
That's how much we have in common 
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us—
Don't fall on my face 
Don't fall on my faith, oh 
Don't fall on my fate 
Don't fall on my faith, oh 
Don't fall on my fate 
Just remember, I was here before you
And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you
Detractors, I'ma have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew 
Just what the doctor ordered
Revenge is the best medicine 
Increase the dose, from least to most
And then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves
They suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches
So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to MC the show
Every parasite needs a host 
Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of
All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered
Time to separate the sheep from goats 
And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts
When rap needed it most, I was that wing and a prayer 
A beacon of hope, put a B-I-R-D in the air
Somewhere some kid is bumpin' this while he lip-syncs in the mirror
That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care
But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket
How I'm buryin' these artists
On a scale of 'turnt' you're 'minus'
Mine says 'very', yours says 'hardly'
And what's scary is you prob'ly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm just barely gettin' started 
And far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the Hell alone
Or I'll show you an Elvis clone
Walk up in this house you own, thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone and go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home 
I belong here, clown! Don't tell me 'bout the culture!
I inspired the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, piss and moan
But I'm not gonna fall, bitch! 
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot
It's too loud
Three’s not a crowd all up in it
Slow fire
Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
And it's absurd how people hang on every word
I'll prob'ly never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse
That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic,
I act like I'm an addict
I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers
But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em
The track is on some battlin' raps, who wants some static?
‘Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so
[Chorus: Nate Dogg &
Eminem
]
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse
'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out
Until the roof,
until the roof
'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
The roof comes off,
the roof comes off
'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
Until my legs,
until my legs
I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse
Give out from underneath me
[Outro: Eminem, Nate Dogg,
Eminem & Nate Dogg
]
Until the roof, until the roof
The roof comes off, the roof comes off
Until my legs, until my legs
Give out from
underneath me
I
, I will not fall, I will stand tall
Feels like no one could beat me
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?
Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry?
Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie
]
Now, everybody from the 313
Put your motherfuckin' hands up and follow me!
Everybody from the 313
Put your motherfuckin' hands up!
Look, look
Now, while he stands tough
Notice that this man did not have his hands up
This Free World's got you gassed up
Now, who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
One, two, three, and to the four
One Pac, two Pac, three Pac, four
Four Pac, three Pac, two Pac, one
You're Pac, he's Pac, no Pac, none
This guy ain't no motherfuckin' MC
I know everything he's 'bout to say against me
I am white, I am a fucking bum
I do live in a trailer with my mom
My boy Future is an Uncle Tom
I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob
Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun
I did get jumped by all six of you chumps
And Wink did fuck my girl
I'm still standin' here screaming, "Fuck the Free World!"
Don't ever try to judge me, dude
You don't know what the fuck I've been through
But I know something about you
You went to Cranbrook, that's a private school
What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed?
This guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence
And Clarence lives at home with both parents
And Clarence' parents have a real good marriage
This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
He's scared to death, he's scared to look
At his fucking yearbook; fuck Cranbrook!
Fuck a beat, I'll go a cappella
Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer
Fuck everybody! Fuck y'all if you doubt me!
I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly
And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outtie
Here, tell these people something they don't know about me
]
Yo...
Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin'
Somethin' evil is lurkin', I'm no conspiracy theorist
But somethin' here is a foot—oh yeah, it's my dick
Get the measurin' stick , 12 inches of wood 
Wait, but I've been goin' for your jugular since Craig G "Duck Alert"
And I've come to pay respects
'Cause if you sleep you're fucked—other words
You get laid to rest and I hope your butt is hurt
Put me on a track, I go cray-on it like a color book
You got some views, but you're still below me
Mine are higher, so when you compare our views, you get overlooked
And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook
And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth
And you know I've always spoke the truth
You're lyin' through your teeth so much you broke a tooth
And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do
When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you
And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do
Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes
'Cause I'm only human, just like you
I've been making my mistakes, oh if you only knew
I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
If I walked on water, I would drown
'Cause I'm just a man
But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike
So me and you are not alike
Bitch, I wrote "Stan"
Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner
I also represent
Anyone on the receiving end of those jokes you offend
I'm the nightmare you fell asleep and then woke up still in
I'm your karma closin' in with each stroke of a pen
Perfect time to have some remorse to show for your sin
Nope, it's hopeless, I'm the denial that you're hopelessly in
When they say all of this is approaching its end
But you refuse to believe that it's over, here we go all over again
Back's to the wall, I'm stackin' up all them odds
Toilets clogged, yeah, ‘cause I'm talkin' a lot of shit but I'm backin' it all up
But in my head there's a voice in the back and it hollers
After the track is demolished
I am your lack of a conscience
I'm the ringing in your ears
I'm the polyps on the back of your tonsils
Eating your vocal cords after your concerts
I'm your time that's almost up that you haven't acknowledged
Grab for some water
But I'm that pill that's too jagged to swallow
I'm the bullies you hate that you became with every faggot you slaughtered comin' back on ya
Every woman you insult,
batter, but the double-standard you have when it comes to your daughters
I represent everything you take for granted
‘Cause Marshall Mathers, the rapper's persona
Is half a facade,
and Matthew and Stan's just symbolic
Of you not knowin' what you had 'til it's gone
‘Cause after all the glitz and the glam
No more fans that are calling your name
Cameras are off,
sad, but it happens to all of them
I'm the hindsight to say, “I told you so!”
Foreshadows of all the things that are to follow
I'm the future that's here to show you what happens tomorrow
If you don't stop after they call ya
Biggest laughing stock of rap who can't call it quits
When it's time to walk away, I'm every guilt trip
The baggage you have, but as you gather up all your possessions
If there's anything you have left to say
'Less it makes an impact then don't bother
So 'fore you rest your case better make sure you're packing a wallop
So, one last time, I'm back
'Fore it fades into black and it's all over
Behold the final chapter in a saga
Tryna recapture that lightning trapped in a bottle
Twice, the magic that started
It all,
tragic portrait of an artist
Tortured, trapped in his own drawings
Tap into thoughts blacker and darker
Than anything imaginable;
here goes a wild stab in the dark
Uh, as we pick up where the last Mathers left off
Now hush, little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know Mommy's not here right now, and we don't know why
We fear how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise, Momma's gon' be alright
And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'ma give you the world
I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'ma break that birdie's neck
I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat,
don't fuck with Dad!
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
There they go, packin' stadiums
as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos
He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no
Go for broke,
his cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain't had him a buzz like this
Since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as befo'
Bashin' in the brains of these hoes
And establishin' a name as he goes
The passion in the flame is ignited
You can't put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck
That I'm talkin' about when we riot
You dealin' with a few true villains
Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin'
And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings
Come flyin' up out of our mouths,
now, rewind it
Payback, motherfucker
For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste outta your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
And I just can't keep livin' this way
So startin' today
I'm breakin' out of this cage
I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons
I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now
It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand-new me
You helped see me through
And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you
I've been through the wringer
But they can do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye
, I feel like the king of
My world,
haters can make like bees with no stingers
And drop dead: no more beef lingers
No more drama from now on, I promise
To focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
You couldn't lift a single shingle on it
'Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up
'Cause I'm raisin' the bar
I'd shoot for the moon, but I'm too busy gazin' at stars
I feel amazin', and I'm—
I'm not afraid 
To take a stand 
Everybody 
Come take my hand 
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just lettin' you know that you're not alone
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road
[Chorus: Eminem, Lil Wayne,
Both
, &
]
It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now 
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just don't 
Yeah, that's right, it don't 
And I don't need you 
Don't wanna see you 
Ha, bitch,
you get no
You showed me nothing but hate 
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around
goes around
And I don't need you 
That's right, you don't 
And I don't need you 
Don't wanna see you
Ha, bitch,
you get (No
love)
No!  No!  No! 
Ha, bitch,
you get (No
love)
No!  No! 
And I don't need you 
Ha, bitch,
you get (No
love)
In my shoes, just to see
What it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other's minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other's eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful, oh
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you, so
Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own 
Everybody has a private world
Where they can be alone 
Are you calling me?
Are you tryin'g to get through? 
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you 
Yeah
To my babies:
Stay strong
Your Dad'll be home soon
And to the rest of the world:
God gave you shoes
To fit you
So put 'em on and wear 'em
Be yourself, man
Be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't never let no one tell you
You ain't beautiful 
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
I want a new life 
One without a cause 
So I'm coming home tonight 
Well, no matter what the cost
And if the plane goes down
Or if the crew can't wake me up
Well, just know that I'm alright
I was not afraid to die
Oh, even if there's songs to sing
Well, my children will carry me
Just know that I'm alright
I was not afraid to die
Because I put my faith in my little girls
So I'll never say goodbye cruel world
Just know that I'm alright
I am not afraid to die
I guess we are who we are
Headlights shining in the dark night, I drive on
Maybe we took this too far
I want a new life
This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all
So, take it all, a-all, a-all, a-all
Greatest in the world 
Greatest in the world 
Greatest in the world 
No lie, I might be
The best to ever do it 
The best to ever do it 
The best to ever do it 
I feel like the greatest 
Woke up to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good 
Never be as good 
 Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what?
But I'm the greatest
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
]
'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
 I think I love you too
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
 Bitch, you make me hurl
First thing you say: I'm not fazed
I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyway
You're just plain old Marshall to me
Ooh yeah, girl, run that game
Hailie Jade, I love that name
Love that tattoo, what's that say?
"Rot In Pieces," uh, that's great
First off, you don't know Marshall
At all, so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave handprints all across you
Good Lordy, whoadie
You must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl, that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two backhands
Put anthrax on a Tampax
And slap you 'til you can't stand
Girl, you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
]
'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
 I think I love you too
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
 Bitch, you make me hurl
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
I'm sorry, Mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet 
I said I'm sorry, Mama
I never meant to hurt you
I never meant to make you cry
But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
And I didn't feel a thing
So, baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back
And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smilin'
And I didn't feel a thing
So, baby, don't feel my pain, just smile back
*Curtains closing*
Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away 
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die 
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? 
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide 
Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks 
When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits
How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head 
'Cause I'm steamin' mad 
And by the way, when you see my dad 
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had
Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
And I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
I don't know, that's just the way I am
I'm so sick and tired of bein' admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label,
let's stop with the fables
I'm not gonna be able to top a "My Name Is"
And pigeon-holed into some poppy sensation
To cop me rotation at rock 'n' roll stations
And I just do not got the patience 
To deal with these cocky Caucasians
Who think I'm some wigger who just tries to be black 'cause I talk
With an accent and grab on my balls so they always
Keep askin' the same fuckin' questions 
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who, what, when, the where and the how
'Til I'm grabbin' my hair and I'm tearin' it out
'Cause they drivin' me crazy , I can't take it
I'm racin', I'm pacin', I stand and I sit
And I'm thankful for every fan that I get
But I can't take a shit in the bathroom without
Someone standin' by it! 
No, I won't sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
Radio won't even play my jam
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news, every day I am
I don't know, that's just the way I am
Game of love, love, love, love
La-La-La-La-La love
Step by step, heart to heart
Left, right, left, we all fall down
Like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on
For toy soldiers
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah
This is my legacy, legacy, yeah
There's no guarantee
It's not up to me, we can only see
This is my legacy, legacy, legacy, legacy
They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini
Where's Osama been? I been laden lately
Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away
They wanna JonBenét me , I'm unaccommodating
So, after a year and six months, it's no longer me that you want
But I love you so much it hurts, never mistreated you once
I poured my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God
I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms
Drop to my knees and I'm pleadin', I'm tryna stop you from leavin'
You won't even listen, so fuck it, I'm tryna stop you from breathin'
I put both hands on your throat, I sit on top of you squeezin'
'Til I snap your neck like a Popsicle stick, ain't no possible reason
I can think of to let you walk up out this house and let you live
Tears stream down both of my cheeks
Now I let you go and just give
And 'fore I put that gun to my temple, I told you this
And I would've done anything for you
To show you how much I adored you
But it's over now, it's too late to save our love
Just promise me you'll think of me
Every time you look up in the sky and see a star, ‘cause I'm a—
I'm a space-bound rocket ship and your heart's the Moon
And I'm aimin' right at you, right at you
250,000 miles on a clear night in June
And I'm so lost without you
Without you, without you
Sing with me , sing for the year 
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear 
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me , sing for the year 
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear 
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
They say these bars are like COVID 
You get 'em right off the bat 
Infected with SARS and Corona 
Like you took a bite off of that 
And it goes from martian to human 
That's how the virus attacks 
They come at me with machine guns 
It's like trying to fight off a gnat 
[Pre-Chorus: Sia,
Eminem
]
I was a, afraid to make a single sound
Afraid I would never find a way out, out, out
Afraid I'd never be found (
My dreams
)
I didn't wanna go another round (
Yeah
)
An angry man's power will shut you up (
Agh!
)
Trip wires fill this house with tip-toed love
Run out of excuses for everyone
So here I am and I will not run (
Yeah
)
Guts over fear 
Guts over fear 
For all the times I let you push me round
I let you keep me down 
Guts over fear, guts over fear
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers 
I'm not a wrestler guy
I'll knock you out if you talk about me 
Come and see me on the streets alone
If you assholes doubt me 
And if you wanna run your mouth
Then come take your best shot at me 
Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me?
You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy
Now because of this blonde mop that's on top
Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop?
The underground just spunned around and did a 360
Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies
"Oh, he just did some shit with Missy
So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy"
My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million
She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin'
Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit?
All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress
Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers?
It doesn't matter,  faggot
Talkin' about I fabricated my past
He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass 
So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do?
For every million I make, another relative sues
Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper
All of a sudden I got ninety-some cousins 
A half-brother and sister who never seen me
Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV
Now everybody's so happy and proud
I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house 
And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand
To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp
Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast
And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass
Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help
Uh, here, "XXL! XXL!"
Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell
Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself
'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers 
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me 
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me 
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me 
Because I'm just Marshall Mathers 
I'm just a regular guy
I don't know why all the fuss about me 
Nobody ever gave a fuck before
All they did was doubt me 
Now everybody wanna run their mouth
And try to take shots at me 
MEL-MAN: Aight, look
EMINEM: Uh-huh
MEL-MAN: Just go up in that motherfucker, get the motherfuckin' money and get the fuck up outta there
EMINEM: Aight
MEL-MAN: I'll be right here waitin' on you
EMINEM: Aight
MEL-MAN: Yo, Em
EMINEM: What?!
MEL-MAN: Don't kill nobody this time
EMINEM: Awwright… goddamn, this motherfucker gets on my fuckin' nerves!
{*Whistling*} How you doin'?
TELLER: Hi, how can I help you?
EMINEM: Yeah, I need to make a withdrawal
TELLER: Okay
EMINEM: Put the fuckin' money in the bag, bitch, and I won't kill you!
TELLER: What? Oh my God, don't kill me!
EMINEM: I'm not gonna kill you, bitch, quit lookin' around
TELLER: Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me!
EMINEM: I said I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you
TELLER: Don't kill me!
EMINEM: Hurry the fuck up! {*Gunshot*} Thank you!
Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it 
So when I rob a bank, run out and just dive in it
So I'll be disguised in it
and if anybody identifies
The guy in it, I hide for five minutes
Come back, shoot the eyewitness
Fire at the private eye hired to pry in my business
Die bitches, bastards, brats, pets
This puppy's lucky I didn't blast his ass yet
If I ever gave a fuck, I'd shave my nuts
Tuck my dick in between my legs and cluck
You motherfuckin' chickens ain't brave enough
To say the stuff I say, so just tape it shut
Shit, half the shit I say, I just make it up
To make you mad, so kiss my white naked ass
And if it's not a rapper that I make it as
I'ma be a fuckin' rapist in a Jason mask
I'm a criminal!
'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind,
I guess I'm a criminal!
I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird
And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one
I'm a criminal!
'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind,
I guess I'm a criminal!
I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird
And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one
I'm a criminal!
'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind,
I guess I'm a criminal!
I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird
And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one
I'm a criminal!
'Cause every time I write a rhyme these people think it's a crime
To tell 'em what's on my mind,
I guess I'm a criminal!
I don't gotta say a word, I just flip 'em the bird
And keep goin', I don't take shit from no one
 I'm a criminal!
Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady 
'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you 
I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady 
'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you
Know why I say these things?
'Cause ladies' screams keep creepin' in Shady's dreams
And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks
These 80 G's a week to say the same things tweece
Twice, whatever, I hate these things
Fuck shots, I hope the weed'll outweigh these drinks
Motherfuckers want me to come on their radio shows
Just to argue with 'em 'cause their ratings stink
Fuck that! I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer
From fat bitch to all seventy thousand pounds of her
From principal to the student body and counselor
From in-school to before school to outta school
I don't even believe in breathing
I'm leavin' air in your lungs
Just to hear you keep screamin' for me to seep it
Okay, I'm ready to go play, I got the machete from O. J.​
I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache
You faggots keep eggin' me on
'Til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop
Shut up! Give me your hands and feet
I said shut up when I'm talkin' to you
You hear me? Answer me!
Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me
Girls neither, you ain't nothin' but a slut to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you! You don't got the balls to beef
We ain't gon' never stop beefin', I don't squash the beef
You better kill me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
Bitches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me
Bitch, I'ma kill you!
You don't wanna fuck with Shady 
'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you 
I said you don't wanna fuck with Shady 
'Cause Shady will fuckin' kill you
Ha-ha-ha, I'm just playin', ladies
You know I love you
And I don't wanna be alone in the darkness
I don't wanna be alone in the darkness
I don't wanna be alone in the darkness anymore
Yeah, we do have some breaking news from the Associated Press right now
Just gonna bring that up because we are hearing—
We have told you that the shooter is dead
And we have just learned that police are saying that the Las Vegas shooter killed himself
That is the bartender there at Mandalay Bay and I believe we're going to hear more from her
Yeah, we just wanted to share that with you
You can see behind me here, this is what he looks like
Now we did just tell you that police just earlier...
Metro was telling us that he killed himself inside the hotel room
Good morning, as we come to you on the air
We bring you breaking news, a school shooting 
Another school shooting 
Reports of a number of fatalities, and this time it is in Santa Fe, Texas
That is just outside Galveston 
A mass shooting a Southern Californian school 
We are following breaking news this morning
Another deadly school shooting
This one in Santa Fe, Texas, that's just outside Houston
Twenty-six killed and twenty others wounded 
At least nine people have been killed 
Five people dead
The attacker opening fire outside the church during a morning worship session
He unloaded the chaotic and terror, making his way inside 
This, a deadly shooting at a food festival in Northern California
Three people so far dead
Breaking news 
A deadly shooting at a newspaper office in Annapolis 
Newly-released surveillance video shows the moments leading up to a mass shooting in Dayton, Ohio
Authorities say the shooter...
And I thank you , ‘cause you made me 
A better person than I was
But I hate you , ‘cause you drained me 
I gave you all, you gave me none
But if you blame me , you're crazy 
And after all is said and done
I'm still angry, yeah, I may be
I may never trust someone
But you won't break me
You'll just make me stronger than I was
Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you
And if I stumble, I won't crumble
I'll get back up and uhh
But I'ma still be humble when I scream "Fuck you!"
‘Cause I'm stronger than I was
Lately it seems as if it's me against
The world, like it was before my life became a movie
and they used to use my mothafuckin' trailer to tease me with
But I flipped that script like a refill of
Painkillers to pop the lid off that safety seal
It made me feel amazing, Navy SEAL of bravery
And if I may reiterate, I ain't even need a script
Ain't bein' conceited, but I made it to radio—eat a dick!
I still never ABC this shit
Mainstream appeal, but the skill is what made me iller
Since before they called Jay Dee "Dilla"
I was daydreamin' one day I would be the shit
And if I ever end up escapin' these streets
I swear that I would stay here still
And if I'm crazy, I'll always be real
Don't make me steal an eighteen-wheeler
Break all of my friends out of here
And take 'em straight to the Mercedes dealer
Peel off back to the same block that we came from
On a rampage
too crazy for me to flip
What's makin' you think I need a switch?
‘Cause I'm Adrian Peterson
When he's ragin' and heated and
On the way to go beat his kid?
On a track get spanked like he just did
 I can't never leave this bitch
Sick of bein' treated like we ain't shit
But Jesus, I can see just why people quit callin' me
To do features and them cyphers on BET, ‘cause if
I wasn't me I prob'ly wouldn't
Wanna play with me neither, shit
Seems to be reachin' its fever pitch
Hundred and eighty degrees in here
Shoulder blade full of cedar chips
MC's just bit off more than they can chew
Like a face full of Swedish Fish
Or Lorena with two penises
Hateful and geniusness inconvenience
And for the record, you don't want this type of static
In your life, when I'm makin' you cling to it
May consider tryna reinsulate your windows
May be in for another crazy winter
‘Cause so cold in the D, it is
As days begin to tick away, but ain't this really
What made me into the angry bitter blonde?
But ain't we sick of bein' underdogs?
Don't make me unleash this shit, release this pit
May even seem as if I'm yankin' your chain a bit
Or maybe the way in which I'm sayin' shit
Is playin' with you,
but ain't shit changin'
It's still the same shit and Shady's still a lady killer
Since the day I went insane and then attacked the babysitter
With a potato peeler
And mushed her face into the entertainment center
It's like another plane just entered into Ukraine again
Or the Bermuda Triangle and
Attempted to make a safe descent
Awaiting anyone who ain't affiliated, it could be danger
Did you make arrangements with the gangsters 'fore you came here? And if they mention us…
Tell 'em, if they want it
They can come get that 
I swear I love my city
I just want less 
See me, they salute me
They ain't ready for that 
Detroit vs. Everybody
What up though? It's the godfather Trick Trick
You either ridin' with us or gettin' rolled on
That means Detroit vs. Everybody!!
Hey, Em, let me get that instrumental
Take it down to the hood
Let the little homies get this remix crackin'!
Detroit! Okay!
Do you still believe in me?
Didn't I give everything I had to give you to make you see?
I'll never forget if you turn your back on me now
And walk out, I will never let you live it down
I'll never quit, do you still believe in me?
Started from the bottom like a snowman
Oh man, put that in your corncob pipe and smoke that
But my battery's low, I'ma need a boost to my pack
And I know that I always got Proof at my back
I called you "Proof" because I knew for a fact
My ace in the hole, homie, I'm callin' on you
'Cause I think I'm slowly startin' to lose faith in it, so
Give me that inkling and mo–
–tivation to go, Hussein with the flow
Fake fans that are two-faced didn't show
Let heartbeats loop, produce hate in my soul
Layin' vocals two days in a row
True statement, hate to go down this road
But there's only one route to cross this bridge
So I walk in this bitch with loose change
'Cause all my dues paid, but this booth's takin' its toll
But it's never too late to start a new beginnin'
That goes for you too, so what the fuck you gon' do?
Use the tools you're given!
Or you're gon' use the cards you're dealt
As an excuse for you to not do shit with 'em?
I used to play the loser/victim
'Til I saw the way Proof was driven
I found my vehicle and I haven't ran out of gas yet
And when they stacked decks, turn handicaps into assets
Fanny packs, hourglasses
If time was on my side, I'd still have none to waste
Man, in my younger days
That dream was so much fun to chase
It's like I'd run in place
While this shit dangled in front of my face
But how do you keep up the pace
And the hunger pangs once you've won the race?
When that dual exhaust is coolin' off
'Cause you don't got nothin' left to prove at all
'Cause you done already hit 'em with the coup de grâce
Still you feel the need to go full tilt
That Bruce Willis, that Blue Steel, that true skill
When that wheel's loose, I won't lose will
Do you still believe?
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
So long, bitch, you did me so wrong
I don't wanna go on
Living in this world without you
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think—think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he gave up the game for his faith
I feel like I'm caged in these chains and restraints
Grimmin' every stranger in the place while I gaze into space
‘Cause I'm mentally rearrangin' his face
I need a change of pace
‘Cause the pace I'm workin' at's dangerous
There's nowhere to dump this anger, and thanks to this angst
I done quit chicken heads cold turkey
And started slowly roastin' 'em
‘Cause that's where most of my anger is based
Fuck your feelings
I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you—aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes, and the Drakes
I'm frustrated ‘cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm goin' all out in this rap shit and whatever the fallout is, I'm strapped for battle
Suck a duck, crawl out the back—it's a bar fight
Prepare your arsenal
And beware of bar stools flyin' through the air and bottles breakin', mirrors also
And I ain't stoppin' 'til the swear jar's full
"You done called every woman a slut but you're forgetting Sarah, Marshall
"
Oh, my bad, slut! And next time I show up to court
I'll be naked and just wear a law suit
Judge be like, "That's sharp
How much that motherfucker cost you, smart-ass?
You're lucky I don't tear it off you
And jump your bones, you sexy motherfucker!
You're so fuckin' gravy, Marshall, I should start callin' you 'au jus'
‘Cause all's you do is spit them lyrics out the wazoo"
Evil Twin, take this beat now, it's all you
I believe people can change but only for the worse
I coulda changed the world if it wasn't for this verse—
so satanic
K-Mart chains panic ‘cause they can't even spin back the curse words
‘Cause they're worse when they're reversed, motherfucker
Rekcufrehtom!
—
Tihs!
And these kids are like parrots
They run around the house just like terrorists
Screamin', "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!"
Adult with a childish-like arrogance
Wild ever since the day I came out, I was like, "Merits?
Fuck that! I'd rather be loud, and I like swearin'"
From the first album even the gals were like, "Tight lyrics, dreamy eyes!"
But my fuckin' mouth was nightmarish
And from the start of it you felt like you were part of this and opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums often as I can and skim through all them bitches to make sure I keep up with my competition 
Hogger of beats, hoarder of rhymes
Borderline genius who's bored of his lines
And that sort of defines where I'm at and the way I feel now
Feel like I might just strike first, then ignore the replies
There's darkness closing in , there it goes again 
It controls my pen , but that ain't me, it's my evil twin
But he's just a friend  who pops up now and again 
So don't blame me , blame him, it's my evil twin
Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend
You have slept for quite some time
So who's left?
Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, F with Christina
I ain't fuckin' with either Jessica neither: Simpson or Alba
My album's just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve, or
Extra Strength Tylenol 3s
Feel like I'm burnin' to death, but I'm freezin'
Bedridden
and destined never to leave the
Bedroom ever again, like the legend of Heath-uh-
Ledger
My suicide note's barely legible; read the
Bottom, it's signed by the Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my wiener I ever deceive her
Fuck that shit, bitch!
Give up my dick for pussy?
I'll be Jerry Mathers I ever left it to Beaver
Get them titties cut off tryna mess with a cleaver
Golly wolly,
I vent, heat register, Jesus
Ever since 19946 Dresden
it was definitely in my destiny
When on the steps, I met DeShaun a
t Osborn
I'd never make it to sophomore
I just wanted to skip school and rap
Used to mop floors, flip burgers, and wash dishes
While I wrote rhymes, tryna get props for 'em
‘Cause I took book smarts and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A was blarin' through my car windows
Leanin' on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police," like cop porn
Flipped rap on its ear like I dropped corn
Fuck top five, bitch, I'm top four
And that includes Biggie and Pac, whore
And I got an evil twin
So who the fuck you think that third and that fourth spot's for?
And crazy as I am, I'm much tamer than him, and I'm nuts
Then again, who the fuck wants a plain Eminem?
But no one's insaner than Slim, look at that 
 please come in; what was your name again?
Hi! Faggot
Look who's back with a crab up his ass like a lobster crawled up there
Two rabbits, a koala bear, and a ball of hair
And you're all aware I don't got it all upstairs
Guess that's why I'm an addict and it's so small up there
Peace to Whitney
Jeez, just hit me
That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
‘Cause I'm so sick of bein' the truth
I wish someone'd finally admit me
To a mental hospital with Britney
Oh, LMFAO, no way,
Jo-
-se Baez couldn't beat this rap—O.J., no
Hooray, I'm off the hook like Casey Anthony, hey ho
I sound like I'm tryna sing the fuckin' chorus to "Hip Hop Hooray"
No,
I’m hollerin',
you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
And I  whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you think, ho? Slow dancin' or bowling?
You tryin' to hold hands with your homie?
What, you think I'm lookin' for romance ‘cause I'm lonely?
Change that tune, you ain't got a remote chance to control me
Ho, I'm only vulnerable when I got a boner
Superman try to fuck me over, it won't hurt
Don't try to fix me, I'm broke, so I don't work
So are you, but you're broke ‘cause you don't work
But all bullshit aside, I hit a stride
Still Shady inside, hair every bit as dyed
As it used to be when I first introduced y'all to my skittish side
And blamed it on him when they tried to criticize
‘Cause we are the same
Bitch
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
The world's coming to an end, I don't even care
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a big rockstar
Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
Is more than twice than a black life span
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
And can't find answers
We're applying, but McDonald's
Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
So how can we have higher standards?
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
We fight back with violence but acts like that are
Black eyes on the movement
Which makes black lives madder
At cops and cops madder
That's why it's at a stalemate
And can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
A subconscious racist
Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
When we tear it up's the only time attention's paid to us
And education sucks,
and every day's another
Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?
We just want a safe environment for our kids
But can't escape the sirens
Don't take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
The poverty that we face so the crime rate's the highest in
The lowest classes,
it's like a razor wire fence
And we're trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil's face
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
It's more like billy clubs and gats
And we really love it when you think we're guilty ‘cause we're black
"But you kill each other, facts
You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Single mother strugglin' through substance abuse
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a derringer
Or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
'Cause no one oversees these cops and
All we see is 'em beat charges
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag but
Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
If you don't stand for the national anthem
We raise it, you better praise it
Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build
I'm Slim Shady 
I'm back , I'm back
That's why they call me Slim Shady 
I'm back , I'm back   
That's why they call me Slim Shady 
I'm back , I'm back
They call me Slim Shady 
I'm back , I'm back
Guess who's b-back, back
Gue-gue-guess who's back 
{​​*scratch*}​​ Guess who's back
{​​*scratch*}​​ Gue— {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back
D-12
{​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back
Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who's back
Dr. Dre
{​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back
Back back {​​*scratch*}​​ back {​​*scratch*}​​
Slim Shady,
2001
I'm blew out from this blunt  fuck
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn
You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn
But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
I'm standin' in the flames
And it’s a beautiful kind of pain
Settin' fire to yesterday
To find the light, find the light, find the light
Standin' in the flames
And it’s a beautiful kind of pain
Settin' fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
I feel the burn
Watch the smoke as I turn, rising
A phoenix from the flames
I have learned
From fighting fights that weren't mine
It's not with fists
But with wings that I will fly
And I'm standin' in the flames
And it’s a beautiful kind of pain
Settin' fire to yesterday
To find the light, find the light, find the light
Standin' in the flames
And it’s a beautiful kind of pain
Settin' fire to yesterday
Find the light, find the light, find the light
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL,
look how many hugs I get! 
White America! I could be one of your kids
White America! Little Eric looks just like this
White America! Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get!
So to the parents of America, I am the Derringer
Aimed at little Erica to attack her character
The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns
Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress
And piss on the lawns of the White House
To burn the *galf*​​ and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker
To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy
Fuck you, Ms. Cheney!
Fuck you, Tipper Gore!
Fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have! Fuck you!
Ha ha ha, I'm just playin', America
You know I love you
My life would be so much better
If you just dropped dead 
I was layin' in bed last night, thinkin'
And then this thought just popped in my head 
And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier
If you dropped dead? 
I would feel so much, much better
I'm just playin', bitch
You know I love you
I'ma wash away my sins
I'ma rinse away this dirt
I forgot to make amends
To all the friends I may have hurt
I better stop and say my grace
From it I pray that I don't fall
'Cause on the way back down I may
End up runnin' back into them all
I never meant to use you all as my stepping stones
I never meant to make you feel like my stepping stones
I never meant to use you all for my stepping stones
So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks
Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac 
Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin'
Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack 
So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends
My shit is wack
But see me on the street and duck
'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Outsiderz, Pacewon, Young Zee 
D.U
Bitch… 
If I was president, gettin' off is
The first order of business, once I get in office
Second thing that'll make me happy's walkin' up to Uncle Sam
Naked, laughin', dick cupped in hand
Screamin', "Fuck safe sex!"
Throw a latex and an AIDS test at him
Tell Congress I run this land
And I want the rubber banned, and make it snappy
Addiction to friction and static
Addict who can't escape the habit
Continue to chase the dragon
But as fate would have it, I walked up in Major Magics
Dressed as the maintenance man
In a laser tag vest and a racin' jacket
With a gauge to blast it
And sped away in the station wagon
Stacey Dash's and Casey Anthony's
Crazy asses in the backseat
Throwin' Stayfree pads at me
Dead passenger in the passenger seat
Unfasten the safety latches
And slam on the brakes in traffic so hard
I snapped the relocation brackets for the monster tires
'Finna get a murder case and catch it
Like you threw it at me encased in plastic
And send Dylann Roof through the windshield of the Benz
Until he spins like a pinwheel and begins feelin'...
Like a windmiller with a thin build while his skin's peelin'
And skids 'til he hits a cement pillar
Swing for the fence like Prince Fielder
Knock it into the upper peninsula
You wanna go against 'zilla? The Rap God
When will I quit? Never been realer
The in-stiller of fear, not even a scintilla of doubt
Whose pen's iller than Prince in a chinchilla
Or Ben Stiller in a suspense thriller
Revenge killer, avenge syllable binge
Fill a syringe, 'til I
Draw first blood
Even pop shit on my pop shit, and it's popular
Couldn't be more awkwarder
'Cause your innocence I robbed you of
It's my fingers that got stuck up
Taught ya ta not give a
Slapstick, hockey puck
The broad hunter with the sawed off
Like an arm when it's lopped off of ya
But I'm not gonna get the shotgun
Or Glock, I'ma opt for the ox
Cause I'm into objects that are sharp when I shop
And it's not a shock, I'm such an obnoxious fucker
The Rock Hudson of rock 'cause who would have thought
This much of a cocksucker to go across the buttocks of Vivica Fox with a box cutter
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I'm unravelin' quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time traveling with me
Try and follow, as I wobble, relapse into history, with a flask of the whiskey
Tip it back then I'm twisting wine bottles
Like what happened to Chris Reeve's spine column
That's the plan of attack when I'm fixing my problems
Wish my chest wasn't having to get these rhymes off 'em
But the fact that I have so many rappers against me mind boggles
And why I haven't come back on these faggots who diss me is
More of a spectacular mystery than a fucking Agatha Christie crime novel
But my patience is wearing thin
Swear I been contemplatin' rubbing shit in your face 'til I smear it in
Diss you in every lyric until you fear the pen
And never appear again
If you actually had fuckin' careers to end
But then I think of Molly Qerim and I steer 'em in that direction and forget my ideas for them
Molly, I'm gone off you
Man, light some kush
You're my first take, I'll nail you
Can't lie, I gush
If I won you over, you would be the grand prize
I'm entranced by your looks, come and give the Shady franchise a push
You can get it in the can like some Anheuser-Busch
Jeans too small, least three pant sizes tush
Mushed against your damn side, your puss
And thighs are squished
What kind of attire's that?
I'm ready to be rode
Psychopath, bet you we'll get it poppin' like a flat
Light the match to ignite the wrath
Got knives to slash and slice hermaphrodites in halves
Piper Chapmans might just have to picket me
Like a scab
Hard to describe in fact
Startling violent perhaps
Are things that come to mind as soon as I start spitting rhymes like that
And you aren't really surprised at that
But as far as these lines I rap
And these bars, wouldn't dial it back if I star 69ed the track
Why am I such a dick?
Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense
And I've been clever ever since
My residence was hesitant to do some shit that represents the MO
So I'm assumin' all responsibility
'Cause there's a monster real in me that always wants to kill MC's
Mic nestler, slammin' like a wrestler
Here to make a mess of a lyric-smugglin' embezzler
No one is specialer, my skill is intergalactical
I get cynical, act a fool then I send a crew back to school
I never packed a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical
I'd rather let a tactical, tactful track tickle your fancy
In fact, I can't see, or can't imagine
A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of scratchin'
So this is for my family, the kid who had a cameo
On my last jam plus the man who never had a plan B
Be all you can be
‘Cause once you make an instant hit, I'm tensed a bit
And tempted when I see the sins my friends commit
I'm infinite
You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat
I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite
You heard of Hell, well, I was sent from it
I went to it, servin' a sentence for murderin' instruments
Now I'm tryin' to repent from it, but when I hear the beat
I'm tempted to make another attempt at it
I'm infinite
'95 , '96 
And on, and on, and on, and on 
Like Chloraseptic
I be on my own, head up in the clouds like Zeus
When they say, "You ain't the GOAT", I come down like, "Who?"
But I got my head in the clouds like Zeus
Swear I can see the game from a bird's-eye view, ayy
Bitch, you talkin' to a rap god, ayy
Girl, you talkin' to a monsta, ayy
You could give your whole damn life to the music thing
They gon' turn around like they don't love you
[Pre-Chorus 2: Nate Dogg, Eminem,
Nate Dogg & Eminem
]
We 'bout to have a party 
Let's get it started 
I'm lookin' fo' a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt
Some girls, they act retarded )
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on
Knows that she can, but she won't say no
 Look at this lady all in front of me
Sexy as can be, tonight, I want a slut
Would you be mine?
Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine
Now, I hope you don't get mad at me
But I told Nate you was a freak, he said he wants a slut
Hope you don't mind
I told him how you like it from behind
 Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, ah, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me, come on, girl
Shake that ass for me
Shake that ass for me
We 'bout to have a party 
Let's get it started 
I'm lookin' fo' a girl with a body and a sexy strut
Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up
Some girls, they act retarded
Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm lookin' fo' a girl that will do whatever the fuck
I say, every day she be givin' it up
There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo'
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
And I ain't leavin' without you, bitch!
Comin' home with me!
And my boy, and his boy
And his boy
And his girl
Haha, Nate Dogg!
Everybody knows
That you're just an asshole
Everywhere that you go
People wanna go home, everyone knows
Everybody knows
So don't pretend to be nice
There's no place you can hide
You are just an asshole
Everyone knows, everyone knows
Here we go aga-ain, from heroes to villains
Used to be your Romeo, but we both were jilted
A couple of times, so we had a slippery slope to deal with
But still, it gave me hope that we'll get
Through it together, a severed earlobe
Mailed to you in a E-N-V-E-lope
Would be dope, but what kind of lengths can you go?
Pull a Vincent van Gogh, just to convince a damn ho 
To be a housewife who outright lies
She's blackout drunk, now she's backin' out my drive
I ran outside, why is she tryna act out?
She's just about my size, hit me in the mouth twice
Guys, when someone you'd die for
Sticks a steak knife in your heart, do you try more?
Another late night in, she stumbles through my door
Lets the daylight in and all we do's fight more
And I ain't violent, but she's goin' through my drawers 
To plant the K-Y in, I'm gettin' accused by a whore
Who smells like St. Ides and who's prob'ly screwed five more
Guys, sucked eight-nine men
I'm takin' two-by-fours to our eight-by-tens
Bitch, it's you I tore out the frame, I win
Put up a new high score, beat this game I'm in
And here's some two-ply for when you date my friends
In order to wipe your ass when you moved your bowels
When we renewed our vows, this the thanks I get?
I'm waitin' for the day I can
Hear you say, "Marshall, what a skank I've been."
"And there's a new guy, you're being replaced by him."
Got your tubes tied for him, got that boob job for him
Hurts me to my core, but the pain I'm in
After you, I swore to make the grey skies end
Here come the rays like when
You get a pay hike and
Am I the good guy or do I just play like him 
And hope that he dumps you?
It's like a dream come true, just to scream "Fuck you!" 
Guess you take life in the same way you play dice then
'Cause you just look at me and roll them little snake eyes in
Since—
Since you bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
They'll call me guilty
You bought the jury, they'll call me guilty
Even though you know the real me
You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever
And I ain't in my feelings,
I'm out
But I'll let you say that you're the good guy
'Cause this ain't what love looks like
You can't beat a cheater, convince a nonbeliever
I ain't in my feelings,
I'm out
But I'll let you say that you're the good guy
Play like you're the good guy
Play like, play like, play like you're the good guy
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Ohh, please be empty
Please be empty, please be empty
Thank you, God!
Shit… Is that a girl?
I'm gonna rock this blouse and put a cock in my mouth
And get my balls blew out, and get gay into the A.M
And lay with eighteen guys naked
And let myself show, let myself show
Buttfuck it, suck it, pull it, tug it
Life's too short to not stroke your bone
So everybody, everybody
Circle jerk, touch my body
Who is that? Where are you going? Come back!
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then!
Blow it out your ass!
I came to the club drunk with a fake ID
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
I've been with ten women who got HIV
Now, don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
I got genital warts and it burns when I pee
Don't you wanna grow up to be just like me?
I tie a rope around my penis and jump from a tree
You probably wanna grow up to be just like me
, &
Grady's Wife
]
Here I lay
Meet Grady, a 29-year-old construction worker
After coming home from a hard day's work
He walks in the door of his trailer park home
To find his wife in bed with another man
Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you at work, she's with some dude tryna get off
Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitch's head off
Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit?
What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?
Tsh, alright, Shady, maybe he's right, Grady
But think about the baby before you get all crazy
Okay, thought about it? Still wanna stab her?
Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard
You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes?
What you say?
What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?
I'ma kill you, motherfucker
Uh-uh, temper, temper
Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK
Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way
How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
'Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went
Been there, done that
Aw, fuck it, what am I sayin'?
Shoot 'em both, Grady, where's your gun at?
So you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur
And ensure nobody's ever gonna be what you were
So before you're leavin' this Earth
You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk
Deacon of words, syllable genius at work
Plus, I'm thinkin' that they're mistakin' my kindness for weakness; kill 'em with meanness
I went from powdered milk and Farina
To flippin' burgers on the grill for some peanuts
At Gilbert's to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas
Still appeal to the dreamers
I made it to the silverscreen
But Rocky's still what the theme is
Khalil on the beat, ‘cause makin' the beat
Ain’t the same feelin' to me as killin' the beat is
Or fulfillin' to me is what fillin' a seat is
It's that sound-bombing, Thirstin Howl
Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz
Stomach growl, throbbin' hunger, out-rhymin' everyone
God, just give me one shot, I swear that I won't let you down
I'ma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground
You ain't never ever gonna hear 'em say I ain't…
Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die
Kings never die
Maybe that's why I feel so strange
Got it all, but I still won't change
Maybe that's why I can't leave Detroit
It's the motivation that keeps me goin'
This is the inspiration I need
I could never turn my back on a city that made me
And 
The adventures of Moon Man & Slim 
Yes, who want it with them?
The trilogy continues
Serving niggas, yes, see what's on the menu 
Watch 'em panic, hot damnit 
Hope you fuckers understand it
The realer for you niggas
Come and get these scriptures 
Rap God 
Rager
Yeah
So I guess this is what it is, huh?
Think it's obvious
We ain't never gonna see eye to eye
But it's funny
As much as I hate you
I need you
This is music to be murdered by
Got a premonition
I feel the end is near
The beauty starts to fade
The joy has turned to pain
I hear the symphony playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who ninety percent of
These hypocrites are tryna get rid of
But why would I get a chip on my shoulder?
I was considered, one time, as the illest
Bitch, I'm still as fly as your zipper
True, I just get richer
But if it was ever all about skrilla
Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago
Bitch, shut the fuck up
I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or to Jigga
Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit
No wonder you're mad, now I'm
Looking at them plaques, count 'em 
I'm LL Cool J, Bigger and Deffer, that's how come 
I sell like four mil' when I put out a bad album 
Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em
But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta
Five, and I'll laugh out loud
'Cause that's what they gave BAD back in the day
Which actually made me not feel as bad now, 'cause
If it happened to James
It can happen to Shady
They do the same shit to Brady
More people hate me than love me
This game will make you go crazy
'Bout to go for B-R-O-K-E
I was the G, the O-A-T
Once I was played in rotation
At every radio station
They said I'm lyrically amazing
But I have nothing to say
But then when I put out Revival and I had something to say
They said that they hated the awake me
I lose the rage, I'm too tame
I get it back, they say I'm too angry
I need to get me some Dre beats
No, I should hook up with Tay Keith
Fans keep on pulling me one way
Haters pull me in another
Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee
'Bout to pick up some weights and lift 'til my tattoo of Hailie's face stretches
They said I'm just a whiner, I sound like a baby
I dish it out but can't take it
But I take it, dish it back out
And they get all bent out of shape
This shit's almost comical
Wait, and I meant no disrespect
I wasn't dissin' Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z
They probably feel the same way because lately
Instead of us being credited for longevity
And being able to keep it up for this long at this level, we
Get told we'll never be what we were
Bitch, if I was as half as good as I was
I'm still twice as good as you'll ever be
Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically
'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V
Killing everything, play this tune, it's your eulogy
It's your funeral, prepare to die
This is music for you to be murdered by
Just wanna be normal
Why can't you be normal? 
I just wanna be normal
Why can't you be normal?
"If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous
A brain, you'd be dangerous" 
Momma, I'ma grow one day to be famous
And I'ma be a pain in the anus 
I'ma use my head as a weapon
Find a way to escape this insaneness 
"Son, if you had a brain, you'd be dangerous"
Guess it pays to be brainless
"Insaneness" ain't even a word, you stupid fuck!
Neither is "ain't"
Only reason I dissed you in the first place
Is 'cause you denied seeing me, now I'm pissed off
Sit back, homie, relax, in fact, grab a six pack
Kick back while I kick facts, yeah, Dre—sick track
Perfect way to get back, wanna hear something wick-wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's back
I'm obsessed now, oh gee
Is that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was wildin' out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you something to smile about
How many times you fly to my house, still tryin' to count
Better shut your lyin' mouth if you don't want Nick findin' out
You probably think 'cause it's been so long
If I had something on you I woulda did it by now
Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixin' our studio
Session down and sendin' it to masterin' to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do; Mariah it ever occur to you
That I still have pictures? However you prefer to do
And that goes for Nick too, faggot, you think I'm scurred of you?
You're gonna ruin my career, you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
That made me put up with her psycho ass over six months
And only spread her legs to let me hit once, yeah
What you gonna say, I'm lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly
That you fuckin' had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick, Pumpkin?
The second week we were dry humpin', that's gotta count for somethin'
Listen, girly, surely you don't want me to talk
About how I nutted early 'cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
And said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassin' me
I'm embarrassin' you and don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as that song's gettin' airplay, I'm dissin' you
I'm a hair away from gettin' carried away and gettin' sued
I was gonna stop at sixteen, that was thirty-two
This is thirty-four bars, we ain't even third of the way through
Damn Slim, Mariah played you, Mariah who?
Oh did I say "whore," Nick? I meant a liar too
Like I've been goin' off on you all this time
For no reason, girl, you out your alcoholic mind
Check your wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin' sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it, now I'm 'bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find
On an episode of Cribs, a blow below the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go openin' your jibs
'Cause every time you do it's like an overload of fibs
I ain't sayin' this shit again, ho, you know what it is
It's a warning shot, 'fore I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and I'll release every fuckin' thing I got
Includin' the voicemails right before you flipped your top
When me and Luis were tryin' to stick two CDs in the same slot
Slim Shady, artful dodger
Slim Shady, artful dodger
 I love you, too
Let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear, boo
Now what you say?  Yeah so what I'll do
Is refresh your memory when you said 
Now should I keep goin' or should we call truce?
 You bet your sweet ass I do
 And I'm Superman, ooh
 Comin' at you
So if you'll still be my 
Then I'll still be your 
 Yeah, I'm right here
 Nope, not anymore dear
It cuts like a  when I tell you get a 
But I'm movin' on with mine, Nick, 'cause that's your 
Well tell her to shut her mouth then I'll leave her alone
If she don't  then I'ma just keep goin'
Damn
I see Mary Ann, Mary Ann's saying cut the tape
Cut the tape, knife
Oh, step into the unknown and find yourself
You’re floating freely, no emotion
Got a fuckin’ mouth with no shut-off valve
Can't even cut off power to it, but it's what allowed
Me to come up out from under the fuckin' ground
Cause I worked my butt off now
It's a subject that I don't know how to shut up about
Cause I stuck it out
Like a motherfuckin' tongue thats how
I responded when I got shoved around
You're gonna have non-believers
But when you're beyond belief, you probably shouldn't wonder how
Get it how you live
But are you prepared to give more than you get?
And put in twice what you get back from this shit
Though what you sacrifice barely is half, never give
Rap is my shiv
But it's like my shield at the same time I wield and my knife is will
Sometimes I feel just like B. Real from Cypress Hill
How I can just kill a cypher, survivor's guilt
I rhyme like life is still an uphill climb
Ready to face any challenge, waitin'
Can taste it, it's salivation, I'm wagin' retaliation
Look what I have built, reputation is validation
The only thing I'm capable of makin' is amazing
Only thing you're capable of makin' is a false statement
Or accusation... I am legendary status, in fact
That is the only way you'll ever be able to say
You're a legend is makin' an allegation
I write with the left, same hand I hold the mic with
As I fight to the death, 'til my last breath
Manage to prove who the best man is
Prevail at all costs, be the only ones left standin'
In the end, but I ain't gonna be the only one with the advantage
Of knowin' what it's like to be southpaw
Cause you can bet your ass you'll be left handed
Cause I am
I am phenomenal
With every ounce of my blood
With every breath in my lungs
Won't stop until I'm phe-no-menal
I am phenomenal
However long that it takes
I'll go to whatever lengths
It's gonna make me a monster though
I am phenomenal
But I'll never say, ‘Oh, it’s impossible’
Cause I'm born to be phenomenal
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words 
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse 
'Cause I swear when I get up, I'm never gonna let up
'Til everybody eats my turds
Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoulders
Everyone's leanin' on me
'Cause my baby knows that her daddy's a soldier
Nothin' can take her from me
Wooo! Told you I can't sing
Oh, well—I tried
Hailie, 'member when I said
If you ever need anything, Daddy would be right there?
Guess what—Daddy's here
And I ain't goin' nowhere, baby
I love you ​​
Ow, ow, ow 
I'm gonna facking cum! 
Fack, fack, fack 
I am, I'm going to cum 
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube
Ew, ew, ew, ew
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back
 And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'
Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
Too late for the other side
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
Too late
Caught in a chase, twenty-five to life
Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg
Eighty pound balls , dick six-inch long 
Back up in the heezy, baby
He's Shady  
Give me the mic, let me recite 'til Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right? I'm just a criminal
makin' a livin' off of the world's misery
What in the world gives me the right
To say what I like and walk around flippin' the bird?
Livin' the urban life like a white kid from the burbs
Dreamin' at night of screamin' at Mom, schemin' to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me, and people to see
That, somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely
It's just me bein' me; here, want me to tone it down?
Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot! You happy now?
Look here:
I start some trouble everywhere that I go 
Ask the bouncers in the club 'cause they know 
I start some shit, they throw me out the back door 
Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
And you don't really wanna fuck with me
Only nigga that I trust is me
Fuck around and make me bust this heat
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
2001 and forever
Slim Shady, Dr. Dre
Snoop Dogg, X to the Z
Nate Dogg
, come on, yeah
The way she moves, she dances like a go-go
In that video, she sings, "Get out, you bozo"
I need a new boyfriend, hi, my name is JoJo
Police saying "freeze," , d-doing, doing, doing
What do you mean, freeze? My computers will be seized
And my keys to my ranch, I just bake cookies
Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this
Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this
Nobody is safe from me, no, not even me
I don't even know if I can say the word "pee-pee"
Pee, on the radio, but I think I did
Janet, is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit
Psych, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid
I don't think my joke is working, I must flee quick
Get to the chopper, everybody get out
I am not Triumph, I am Arnold, get down
The way you shake it, I can't believe it
I ain't never seen an ass like that
The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
D-doing, doing, doing
So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me, please?
I ain't never seen an ass like that
'Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go
D-doing, doing, doing
Woo
Fuck is wrong with you?
Hah
I'm an emotional wreck, weak 
Everything over-affects me 
When you joke, it upsets me 
You say I'm no good at sex
And you think I'm gross and unsexy 
I need Scope 'cause my breath stinks 
You hope I choke on a Pepsi 
Bitch, you was supposed to correct me 
Been textin' you since three, I still get no fucking reply
You say you sleep alone, but yet your mattress is king size
Fuck you goin' in those knee-high boots? Cut it out, bitch
I doubt that you're goin' to house sit
In that outfit, and those skin-tight Levi's
Every word that comes out your mouth's a fucking lie
Oh, it's springtime, time for you to have a fling like a slingshot
You say don't come over 'cause you got pink eye
But I think I got just the thing
Why don't I bring my fuckin' bat and just swing by?
Now let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns; can I get a witness?
Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down
On these clowns; can I get a witness?
So there you have it, folks
 has come to save the day
Back with his friend Andre
And to remind you that bullshit does not pay
Because  and Andre are here to stay
And never go away
Until our dying day
Until we're old and grey 
So until next time, friends
Same blonde hair, same rap channel
Good night, everyone!
Thank you for coming! Your host for the evening 
Oh! Heh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't know
No-no-no, no-no, no
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows
Blow-blow, blows, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
How long will I be this way? Shady until my dyin' day
'Til I hang up the mic and it's time for me to say
"So long," 'til then, I'll drop the fuckin' bombs
Like I missed the pass when I went long
If you don't like it, you can kiss my ass in a lint thong
Now sing along, slut this, slut that, learn the words to the song
"Oh, bitches don't like that",
homie, I'll be nicer to women
When Aquaman drowns and the Human Torch starts swimmin'
Man, I'm a cold soul, I roll solo, so, don't compare
Me to them other bums over there
It's like apples to oranges, peaches to plums, yeah
I'm bananas, pussy, cut off the grapes and grow a pair
But I swear, you try to diss me, I'll slaughter you
I put that on everything, like everyone does with Auto-Tune
The last thing you want to do is have me spit out a rhyme
And say, "I was writing this and I thought of you"
So...
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
When it snows and it's twenty below
Ask me why, man, I just don't know
No-no-no, no-no, no
I'm as cold as the cold wind blows
Blow-blow-blows
Blow-blow, blows, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh
I don't know, I don't know what caused
I don't know what caused me to be this way
I don't know, I don't know
But I'll probably be this way 'til my dyin' day
I don't know why I'm so, I'm so cold
Mean things I don't mean to say
I guess this is how you made me
Well, it's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was runnin' butt-naked
Down the street screamin' 
Your honor, I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much, I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy, we got you on tape"
Yellin' at an old lady to touch my body
Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves
Now snap back to reality
look, it's B. Rabbit
Yo, you signed me up to battle? I'm a grown man
Chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubba-chubby
I don't have any lines to go right here, so chubba-Teletubby
Fellas  Fellas 
Grab your left nut, make your right one jealous 
Black girls, white girls, skinny girls, fat girls
Tall girls, small girls, I'm calling all girls
Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or
Butt squeezin', it's the season
Just go , so appeasin'
Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance, yeah, boy, shake that ass
Whoops, I mean girl, girl, girl, girl
Girl, you know you're my world
Alright, now lose it 
Just lose it 
Go crazy 
Oh, baby , oh, baby, baby 
Touch my body
Touch my body
Oh boy, just touch my body
I mean girl, just touch my body
If you wanna go hard tonight
Well then, the smoke and the bottle are on me, ah
Slip into that red dress you like
When we arrive, we probably won't leave, ah
I love the way you move like that
When you push your body on mine, oh my
You wanna smoke, drink, dance until the sunrise
It's one of those kinda nights
I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs
No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs
Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck, is you stupid?
I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block
With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked
You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alizé with a chaser
About to get murdered for the paper
E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke
Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be knowin'
We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin'
No need for hopin', it's a battle lost
I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off
Nigga, I hit 'em up!
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run, hahahaha
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us
How the fuck they gonna be the mob
When we always on our job?
We millionaires
Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'?
You're fuckin' with me, nigga
You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it!
But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama
Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama!
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers!
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth
With a motherfuckin' opinion
Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie!
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too!
Chino XL, fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow!
Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas
Westside 'til we die!
Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job!
You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob!
Ain't nothin' but killas
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts
You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt
You niggas can't feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!
That's just the way it is 
Things'll never be the same 
That's just the way it is 
Aww, yeah
That's just the way it is 
Things'll never be the same 
That's just the way it is, aww, yeah
Some things'll never change
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh, child, things'll get brighter
And, uh, to all the ladies havin' babies on they own
I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone
Daddy's long gone and he left you by your lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids even if nobody else want 'em
'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand tall and come back for more 
'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son
Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'
You can't complain, you was dealt this hell of a hand
Without a man, feelin' helpless 
Because there's too many things for you to deal with
Dyin' inside, but outside you're lookin' fearless
While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks
You're steady hopin' things don't all fall this week 
'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it 
And don't blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it
And now my son's gettin' older and older
And cold from havin' the world on his shoulders
While the rich kids is drivin' Benz
I'm still tryin' to hold on to survivin' friends 
And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up
But, huh, please, you got to keep your head up
They got a A-P-B out on my thug family
Since Outlawz run these streets like these scandalous freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half-dead
Head down, K-blasted off of Hennessy and
Thai Chronic
Mixed in, now I'm twisted, blistered and high
Visions of me thug-livin' gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene and whatever's goin' on around me
Brain kind of cloudy, smoked out, feelin' rowdy
Ready to wet the party up
And whoever in that motherfucker, nasty new street slugger
My heat seeks suckers on the regular
Mashin' in a stolen Black Ac' Integra
Cocked back, sixty seconds 'til the draw, that's when I'm deadin' ya
Feet first, you've got a nice Gat but my heat's worse
From a thug to preachin' church
I gave you love, now you eatin' dirt
Needin' work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
‘Cause word is bond
When I was broke, I had to hustle 'til dawn
That's when the sun came up, there's only one way up
Hold your head and stay up
To all my niggas, get your pay and weight up
If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on, then it's on, we rape beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate?
To this shit I don't got be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
Come with me!
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here now?
Do you wanna ride or die?
We've been travelin' on this weary road
Sometimes life can be a heavy load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, hail Mary 
We won't worry, everything will curry
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry, everything will curry
Yes, we free like the bird in the tree
We runnin' from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, hail Mary!
Westside, Outlawz
Makaveli the Don, solo
Killuminati, The 7 Days
Lady, don't you know we love ya? 
Sweet lady, place no one above ya
Sweet lady, don't you know we love ya? 
Sweet lady, lady 
Lady, lady
South Central
Uh, that's right
Now make it shake
Shake, shake it, baby
Shake, shake it, mama
Shake it, Cali
Shake it, shake it, baby
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it
Shake it, Cali
Uh, uh, West Coast
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, Long Beach in the house
Uh, yeah, Oaktown
Oakland definitely in the house
Frisco, Frisco
And you know L.A. up in here
Pasadena, where you at?
Yeah, Inglewood
Inglewood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin' to get a piece, baby
Sacramento, Sacramento where you at?
Throw it up, y'all! Throw it up, throw it up!
I can't see ya
Let's show these fools how we do it over on this Westside
'Cause you and I know it's the best side
Yeah, that's right
West Coast, West Coast
My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of the thugs before me
Stay off the block, evade the cops 'cause I know they comin' for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years 
Now I'm back, my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleed
Niggas'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
 Blast me but they didn't finish, didn't diminish
My powers, so now I'm back to be a motherfuckin' menace 
They cowards, that's why they tried to set me up
Had bitch-ass niggas  on my team so indeed they wet me up 
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace 'em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money I'll have these motherfuckers buried
I been gettin' much mail in jail, niggas tellin' me to kill it 
Knowin' when I get out they gon' feel it 
Witness the realest, a who-ridah when I put the shit inside
The cries from all your people when they find her, must remind ya
 My history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them niggas that played me and all the cowards that was down wit' it
Now it's your nigga right beside ya
Hopin' you listen, got you payin' attention to my ambitions
As a ridah
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Got the police bustin' at me
But they can't do nothin' to a G
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna fuck with me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
All eyes on me
Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die
Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high
All eyes on me
Pay attention, my niggas! See how that shit go?
Nigga walk up in this motherfucker and it be like, "Bing!"
Cops, bitches, every-motherfuckin'-body
I got bustas, hoes, and police watchin' a nigga, you know?
He he he, it's like what they think
I'm walkin' around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin'
They think I'm goin' back to jail, they really on that dope
I know y'all watchin', I know y'all got me in the scopes
I know y'all know this is Thug Life, baby!
Y'all got me under surveillance, huh?
All eyes on me, but I'm knowin'
It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
You gotta have paper in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doin' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn gray
Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I got a throw-away
Floatin' in the black Benz , tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
My nigga, Dogg, and me, eternally the most wanted
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Bitch! Where you at? Where you at?
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Yeah, Death Row
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie If I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for a G
Be a lie If I told you that I never thought of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
Life goes on, homie
Gone on, 'cause they passed away
Niggas doin' life
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feel you, nigga, trust me, I feel you
You know what I mean?
Last year we poured out liquor for ya
This year, nigga, life goes on, we're gonna clock now
Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks
Give playa haters plenty of space
And basically just represent for you, baby
Next time you see your niggas, we gon' be on top, nigga
You gon' be like, "Goddamn, them niggas came up!"
That's right, baby, life goes on
And we up out this bitch
Hey, Kato! Mental!
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin'
When we get up there, man, don't front
Life goes on
Hold me no more, hold me no more
Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do
Guess you figure you know me, ‘cause I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night clubs drink them Buds
Been livin' lavish like a player all day
Now I'm 'bout to floss some boss player shit with 4-Tay
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me now
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God can judge me, only God
Only God can judge me
Only God man
That right?
That’s real
Hahahahahaha
Fuck everybody else, you know what I’m sayin'?
Man, look here, man
My only fear of death
Is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated, man
That’s for the homie mental
Hehehehe
We up out
Keepin all these dreams
Provin nature's laws wrong
It learned how to walk without havin feet 
It came from concrete 
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
Had damaged petals. On the contrary, we would all celebrate its
Tenacity. We would all love it's will to reach the sun
Well, we are the roses - this is the concrete - and these are
My damaged petals. Don't ask me why, thank God nigga, ask me how!
Hahahaha..
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead
Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight?
Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight?
Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try?
Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die?
They wanted a new regime. And my regime includes East coast, includes West coast
I was more shocked than anything
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I wasn't more shocked of him dying
I was more shocked of him… Pac is a strong dude, yo
I know dude, you know what I'm sayin'? Real strong
So when they was like he got shot, I was just more like, "Again?" you know what I'm sayin'?
He always getting shot, or shot at
He going to pull through this one again
Make a few records about it, and it's going to be over
You know what I'm sayin'?
But when he, when he died, I was just like, "whoa", you know what I'm saying? Kinda took me by
I mean, even though we was going through our drama
I would never wish death on nobody
You know what I'm sayin'?
Because there ain't no coming back from that
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
A true down-ass bitch and I ain't mad at cha
Well, guess who's movin' up? This nigga's ballin' now
Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down
He went from nothin' to lots, ten carats to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block
He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's
Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury
See, first you was our nigga, but you made it so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin' so high off that bomb, hopin' we make it to the better days
'Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a Glock beside my head, when will it stop?
'Til God return me to my essence
'Cause even as an adolescent, I refused to be a convalescent
So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at cha
You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
Hell nah, I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
And I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
I ain't mad at cha
Me against the world
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
Me against the world
Got me stuck in the game 
It's just me against the world
Nothin' to lose
It's just me against the world, baby
Me against the world
Hahaha, that's right
I know it seem hard sometimes
But, uh, remember one thing
Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that
So no matter how hard it get
Stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it
'Round and 'round, around we go
'Round and 'round, around we go, uhh
'Round and 'round, around we go
'Round and 'round, around we go
'Round and 'round, 'round we go
'Round and 'round, 'round we go
'Round and 'round, 'round we go, whoa
'Round and 'round we go
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round
Lord! 
I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God, I lost so many peers
And Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide
Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die
Wonder why as I walk by
Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high
This ain't the life for me, I wanna change
But ain't no future bright for me, I'm stuck in the game
I'm trapped inside a maze
See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy
Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies
So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady
Don't trust my lady 'cause she's a product of this poison
I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys
Can't take no more, I'm fallin' to the floor
Beggin' for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door
Shed so many tears 
[Refrain: 2Pac, Shock G,
2Pac & Shock G
]
Lord, I lost so many years 
And shed so many tears
I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
Lord,
I suffered through the years
And shed so many tears
God,
I lost so many peers
And shed so many tears
I'm tellin' ya, it's the same old shit
I mean, goddamn, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sittin' back, watchin' Montell Jordan video
I see the same bitch who was in my homeboy Nate Dogg video
Then I flip the channel, I'm checkin' out my homeboy 2Pac video
I see the same bitch that was in my video
You know what I'm sayin'? And then, you know what I'm sayin'?
What make that even more fucked up
I'm watchin' a Million Man March
And I see the same bitch on the Million Man March
That was in the homeboy Warren G video!
I mean, damn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go
I see the same ho
Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah
Lord, can you hear me speak?
To pay the price of bein' hellbound
Now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings’ll go away
It wasn’t always a hit-and-run relationship
It used to be love, happiness and companionship
Remember when I treated you good
I moved you up to the hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
Me and you a happy home, when it was on
I had a love to call my own
I should've seen you was trouble but I was lost, trapped in your eyes
Preoccupied with gettin’ tossed, no need to lie
You had a man and I knew it, you told me
Don’t worry 'bout it, we can do it now I’m under pressure
Make a decision, 'cause I’m waitin’, when I’m alone
I’m on the phone havin’ secret conversations, huh
I wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
But I need your faith in me, I’m a sucka for love
What you won’t do, do for love?
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, do for love?
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, do for love
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, 
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
What you won’t do, 
You tried everything, but you don’t give up
Do for love, yeah baby yeah
Do for love
Thug Life, baby
Don't believe everything you read!
Alizé and weed
You can't see me, right before your very eyes
You won't even visualize, you can't see me
Dr. Dre all day, 2Pac
Niggas can't see me
I dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!
This one's for you, BIG baby
'Cause you bitch-ass niggas can't see me
Niggas can't see me
You can't see me
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil
You won't see me
Yeah, first you see me, now you don't
Wanna see me, but you won't
Come to see me, but you can't
Oh, you can't see me
You can't see me
Right between your eyes and you'll never realize
Right before your eyes, you won't even realize
Visualize what you can't see
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack
in the concrete
Proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk
without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams
it learned 2 breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else even cared!
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend
I love finger-fuckin' you, all of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder
When you bust a nut, niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers
Love to watch you at a block party, beggin' for drama
While unleashin' on the old-timers, that's on my mama
I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors
The only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin' for
Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around
Seventeen, like Brandy you just wanna be down
Talkin' loud when I tell you be quiet
You move the crowd, bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot
That's why I love you so, no control, down to roll, unleash
After a hit, you break apart, then back to one piece
Much love to my one and only girlfriend,
the world is ours
Just hold me down, baby, witness the power
Never leave a nigga alone,
I love you black or chrome
Turn this house into a happy home: me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin
Is me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Just me and my girlfriend
All I need in this life of sin
Me and my girlfriend
Down to ride to the bloody end
Me and my girlfriend
Lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Doin' 85 when we ride
Trapped in this world of sin
Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind
Look for me, lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Lost in the whirlwind
'96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend
Me and my girlfriend
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
Me and my Nigga Johnny J...yeah we out
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A 
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
Them busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A 
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
Them busters ain't loving you right
Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got you naked
Totally sweating, let's see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissing 'til yo' head swang
I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang
If it's all mine, then let me know
Now scream my name out; do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
A boss player, freaky motherfucker, can I dig?
It's on and popping, now you see what I was seeing
Why your eyes rolling? Loosen up, girl, I ain't going
Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
While he's stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots, and let a nigga execute
And though you got it right, I'm going home tonight
You say you don't need a man, but I don't care
You're in the presence of a player, I'd rather be ya nigga
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A 
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
So I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A 
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A 
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain't loving you right
I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A 
It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans
Black love, Brown Pride in the sets again
Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke
I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe
Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK?
Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way
Gang signs being shown, nigga, love yo' hood
But recognize and it's all good
Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out
Snoop Dogg in this mufucka permed out
M.O.B., Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn
Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn
Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B
They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me
Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry too
Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you
I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay
Gettin' high, watchin' time fly; to live and die in L.A
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
Let my angel sing
You've got to be there to know it
When everybody wanna see
And my angels go
To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be
To live and die in L.A
You've got to be there to know it
When everybody wanna see
Let my angel sing
This go out for 92.3 and 106
All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit
Makin' my shit sells quadruple quintuple platinum
This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga
All the real motherfuckers
All the stores, the mom and pop spots
A&R people, all y'all mothafuckers
L.A., "California Love" part mothafuckin' two
Without gay ass Dre
Brenda's got a baby
Brenda's got a baby
I hear Brenda's got a baby, but Brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her name
"That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family"
Well, let me show you how it affects our whole community
Now Brenda really never knew her moms
And her dad was a junkie, puttin' death into his arms
It's sad, 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know
Just 'cause you're in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow
But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation
Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation
Brenda got herself a boyfriend
Her boyfriend was her cousin, now let's watch the joy end
She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family
Who really didn't care to see, or give a damn if she
Went out and had a church of kids
As long as when the check came, they got first dibs
Now Brenda's belly's gettin' bigger
But no one seems to notice any change in her figure
She's twelve years old and she's havin' a baby
In love with a molester, who's sexin' her crazy
And yet and all she thinks that he'll be with her forever
And dreams of a world where the two of them are together
Whatever, he left her and she had the baby solo
She had it on the bathroom floor and didn't know, so
She didn't know what to throw away and what to keep
She wrapped the baby up and threw him in a trash heap
I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries
She didn't realize how much the little baby had her eyes
Now the baby's in the trash heap, bawlin'
Mama can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callin'
Brenda wants to run away
Mama say "You makin' me lose pay
There's social workers here every day"
Now Brenda's gotta make her own way
Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay
No money, no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job
She tried to sell crack but end up gettin' robbed
So now, what's next? It ain't nothin' left to sell
So she sees sex as a way of leavin' hell
It's payin' the rent, so she really can't complain
Prostitute found slain, and Brenda's her name
She's got a baby
Baby
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a—
Don't you know she's got a baby?
Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9
I'm cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine
Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swoll
Boss Hogg and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Picture me
Picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Is y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin' roll call
You know there's some muh'fuckers out there
I just could not forget about
I wanna make sure they can see me
Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities
All you bitch-ass CO's
Can you niggas see me from there?
Ballin' on y'all punk-ass!
Picture me rollin', baby!
Yeah, all them niggas up in them cell blocks
I told y'all niggas when I come home it's on
That's right, nigga, picture me rollin'
Oh, I forgot! The DA
Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court
Can the ho see me from here?
Can you see me, ho? Picture me rollin'
And all you punk police, can you see me?
Am I clear to you?
Picture me rollin', nigga, legit
Free like O.J. all day, you can't stop me
You know I got my niggas up in this motherfucker
Manute, Pain, Syke, Bogart,
Mopreme
It's sad, dog, can you picture us rollin'?
Can you see me, ho?
Is y'all ready for me? We up out this bitch
Any time y'all wanna see me again
Rewind this track right here
Close your eyes and picture me rollin'
Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drinkin' peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm 'til the day came
Little Latasha sho' grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand
Only God can save us, when Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in Heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place in thug's mansion
]
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out, paradise in the sky 
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed-out, mansion in paradise, in the sky 
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Chillin' with homies and family
Sky high, iced out, paradise, in the sky 
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed-out, mansion in paradise, in the sky
So take these broken wings
I need your hands to come and heal me once again
So I can fly away, until the end of time
Until the end of time, until the end of time
I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds,
up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote;
against all odds
Puffy gettin' bribed like a bitch, to hide that fact
He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ridin' for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin' dead
Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead
Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' or dead
Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, it was written
Ayo, Nas, your whole damn style is bitten
You heard my melody 
Read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life
So what's a "chazzer," Nas?
Niggas that don't rhyme right
You've seen too many movies
Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die — goodbye!
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me? Nigga
Hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds,
up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds,
hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds,
up in the studio gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke;
against all odds
21-gun salute,
one love to my true thug niggas
21-gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin' to the fullest, bein' soldiers with military minds
That play the rules of the game, 21-gun salute
I salute you, my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch-made niggas, I'm comin' for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is
You touch me, I'm at you
I know you motherfuckers didn't think I forgot
Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nigga
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money right
I got my money right now, now I want war
Nigga, Kadafi say!
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for Glocks
'Cause fiends hittin' up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets
Somethin' I learned in school
On some Million Man March shit for the peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed, bleed like humans
Towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants
Shit's deep, turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or choosin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin' through your rearview
Hahahaha, you ain't knowin' what we mean by starin' through the rearview
So, since you ain't knowin' what we mean, let me break it better understandin' the world…The world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understandin' on the game, and what the levels and the rules of the game is
Then the world ain't no trick no more, the world is a game to be played
So, now we lookin' at the world from, high watch, behind us
Niggas know what we gotta do: just gotta put our mind to it and do it, it's all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggas do what they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can
 
In this game, the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
In this game, the lesson's in your eyes to see
Though things change, the future's still inside of me
We must remember that tomorrow comes after the dark
So you will always be in my heart, with unconditional love
Biatch! Come on, bring it, down with it!
Then we ride
Come on, bring it
Bomb first when we ride
Hey, get that nigga!
Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather
Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough
Half rapper, half drug kingpin
,
you're tellin' fairy tales,
dunn
"King of New York" like you the motherfuckin' one?
But I'm from Jers', we don't play that shit
From the Clare down to North Bricks all my niggas flippin’ chips
Gettin’ rich, even though it's hard
Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve'
With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five
Now I'm the youngin with the 9 ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding
Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
G's and thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first
We bomb first when we ride
Please reconsider 'fore you die
G's and thug niggas on the rise
Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first
[Segue to
"Hail Mary"
]
Let us pray, my nigga
'Cause we definitely have sinned
Please take care of all my kids and my unborn child
To my unborn child…
This letter goes out to my seeds
That I might not get to see ‘cause of this lifestyle
Just know your daddy loved you
Got nothin' but love for you
And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I had
‘Cause I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind
When you get to be my age, you’ll understand
Just know I got love for you
And I’ll see you if there’s a ghetto in Heaven
If there’s a Ghetto Heaven, I’ll be there waitin' for you
Heh heh, take care, run wild, but be smart
Follow the rules of the game
I know sometimes there’s confusion
Rules of the game is gonna get you through it all day every day
Watch out for these snakes and fakes
Friends come a dime-a-dozen
Be an individual, work hard
Study, get your mind sharp, trust nobody
You wonda why we call you bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
I betcha, bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
I betcha, bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
I betcha, bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
You wonda why we call you bitch
Dear Ms. Delores Tucker, keep stressin' me
Fuckin' with a motherfuckin' mind
I figured you wanted to know
You know, why we call them hoes bitches
And maybe this might help you understand
It ain't personal, strictly business, baby, strictly business
So If you wonder why we call you bitch
You wonder why we call you bitch
If you wonder why we call you bitch
You wonder why we call you bitch
Now, me and you was real cool, hell on them square fools
Since back in high school, we was true, me and you
Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded
Affiliated with gang-bangers and still made it
Up in the gym, mess with me, gotta mess with him
Still dressin' like grown men when rollin'
Out in the dark, smokin' Newports, gamin' marks
Got a place in my heart, homie, stay smart
Locked you up in the pen', and gave you three to ten
I send you letters with naked flicks of old friends
Hopin' you well, I know it's hell
Doin' time in the cells, you need mail when you in jail
And me, I'm doin' cool
I settled down, had a family, workin' and night school
Every once in a while, I reminisce
And I wonder how we ever came to this; I miss the better days
Better days, better days
Hey! Better days
Thinkin' 'bout better days
Better days, better days, better days
Hey!
Better days
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
I send this one out to all the homeboys down in, uh
Clinton lockdown, Rikers Island
All them dudes I was, uh, locked up with, hehe
E Block, F Block, lower H
N-I-C in Rikers Island, downstate
All the peoples I met along the way
Better days is comin', homeboy, keep your head up!
U R the omega of my heart
The foundation 4 my conception of Love
When I think of what a black woman should be
Its u that I First think of
U will never fully understand
How Deeply my Heart Feels 4 u
I worry that we'll grow apart
And I'll end up losing u
U bring me 2 climax without sex
And u do it all with regal grace
U r my heart in Human Form
A Friend I could never replace
Fuck you losers
While you fake jacks, I make maneuvers
Like Hitler stickin' up **** with German ****
The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial 
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan
Half of my clans repeat felons
Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels
Man, I stay on point like icicles
Now, who wanna test Tical, then tes-ticles
All up in your motherfuckin' mouth
Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics
Non-believers get my dick and genital backwards
Let's face it, there's no replacement
Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with
Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted
Funk Doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted
I got connects like Federal Express
To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch
Got the clear spot from the rear block
To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not
Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop
Since your crew suit you to shift
Now, you claim that your gears locked
Whiff this underground cannabis
I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst
Flip MCs like ki's
My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LPs
Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake
Bust it, I'm the one pushin' the hearse, in the first place
Confidence for you shaky-ass folks
Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoke
Choke off this antidote, got you hope
Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt
I-N-S the Rebel
Wist, bliss, this
Sis', bliss
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Tonight's the night I get in some shit
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder
La la la la, la, la
La, la-la la, lahhh
Bye bye, bye bye
All you niggas die
In your wildest dreams you couldn't picture a nigga like me
Hahahaha – I'm troublesome, I don't give a fuck
I'm troublesome… like my nigga
Napoleon
said, nigga
Somebody gotta explain why I ain't got shit
Ha ha, I'm troublesome
You know what time it is, the Outlaw clique
Young, rugged and sick
Makaveli the Don, the Boss of all bosses
Mussolini, E.D.I. Mean, Hussein Fatal
Kadafi, Kastro, Napoleon, Bo-Nitty
Haha, we ain't fuckin' around
Haha, we troublesome
Ayo, ha ha, we troublesome, I ain't goin', HA HAH
Young Kastro, the first to blast, the last one to dash
Goin' for the hoes and the cash
Fuck you niggas! Outlawz! Ha hah!
Kadafi – trump tight, never sloppy
Them motherfuckers try to copy
But they can't mock you, nigga, you're too strong
Outlawz keep it goin' on, you know whassup
Outlawz, Outlawz, all you niggas die
Outlawz, Outlawz
This is dedicated to the real niggas
All the real troublesome soldiers on the streets
And I remember what my poppa told me
Remember what my poppa told me
Blasphemy!
Nuff a dem a steal in the name of the lord
Dem a tell nuff lie, but holding a bird in a cloud
Using the name of the lord in vain
While de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain
The preacher want me buried, why? 'Cause I know he a liar
Have you ever seen a crackhead? That's eternal fire
Why you got these kids' minds thinkin' that they evil?
While the preacher bein' freaky, you say, "honor God's people"
Should we cry when the Pope die? My request:
We should cry if they cried when we buried Malcolm X
Mama, tell me: am I wrong? Is God just another cop
Waitin' to beat my ass if I don't go pop?
Memories of a past time, givin' up cash to the leaders
Knowin' damn well they ain't gonna feed us
In my brain, how can you explain time in B.C.?
It's hard enough to live, now, in these times of greed
They say Jesus is a kind man
Well, he should understand times in this crime land
My thug nation, do what you gotta do
But know you gotta change
Try to find a way to make it out the game
I leave this and hope God can see my heart is pure
Is Heaven just another door? I leave this here
I leave this and hope God see my heart is pure
Is Heaven just another door? And my people say
Nuff a dem a steal in the name of the lord
Dem a tell nuff lie, but holding a bird in a cloud
Using the name of the lord in vain
While de people in de ghetto feel nuff pain
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done
In Earth as it is in Heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
As we give up our debts
As we forgive our debt-ors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For God's is the kingdom and the power
And the glory forever and ever and ever
Ohhh…
Tired of the strain and the pain
Ohhh…
Tired of the strain and the pain
Ohhh…
Tired of the strain and the pain
Ohhh…
Tired of the strain and the pain
Ohhhhhh…
I know you've been searchin' for someone
To make you happy and get the job done
You say you needed a man with money
But I can't be there, and will you still care?
A lot of people think it's easy to settle down
Got a woman that'll please me in every town
I don't wanna but I gotta do it, the temptation
Got me ready to release the fluid, sensation
Sit down and conversate like you know me, take my hand
'Cause even thugs get lonely, understand
Even the hardest of my homies need attention
Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscin'
I wanna take you to the movies and the park
Let's find a spot for you to do me in the dark
Now that it's passion, hold me tight
Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight
I know your man ain't lovin' you right
You're lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life
Enough talkin', you want me to leave I'll get to walkin'
See you later, 'cause baby, I'm a player, and all I heard was—
Give 'em the finger, and all my homies go
Yo, this how we gonna do this in the nine-trey, y'know?
Throw your fingers up!
You know? They gonna peep this
This how we run game on you
All my niggas go, uptown in the, give 'em the finger!
Throw your hands up, give 'em the finger!
My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts
My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse
Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode
I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o
Get your lights on, the fight's on
Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless
Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail
Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now
Throw up your hands if you thugged out
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out
I can be a villain if you let me
A motherfucker if you do upset me
Tell the cops to come and get me
Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again
Don't have no motherfuckin' friends
Nigga, look inside the hearts of men
In the hearts of men
To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states
Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand
Convinced that this is my year like I'm the chosen man
Give me my money and label me as a don
If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb
I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics
As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit
I'm lost and not knowin'
Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin'
Uhh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break
On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake?
What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb
Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed
The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men
I'm down for you so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
I'm down for you so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
I'm down for you so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
I'm down for you so ride with me
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Come after us, best be complete
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Come after us, best be complete
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Nobody knows where we'll be
My enemies your enemies
'Cause you ain't never had a friend like me
Right! You ain't ever had a friend like me
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
You ain't ever had a friend like me
'Cause you ain't ever had a friend like me
Remember poppin' and lockin' to Kurtis Blow, the name belts
And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarter
When Slick Rick was spittin' La Di Da Di
Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties
I remember, breakdancin' to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells
Forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin' like the old school!
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way"
Haha, on the real though
Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin' party?
Remember motherfuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they God Damn Mind!
That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin' 
I remember goin' places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfuckin' old school nigga
Remember skelly, nigga? Knockin' niggas out the box, poppin' boxes?
Remember stickball? Member niggas to run that shit like that?
Remember the block-- 'Member screamin' up at your moms from the window?
The ice cream truck, remember all the mother--
'Member the Italian Ices, yo? Yo, remember the Italian Ices?!
The Spanish Niggas comin' down with the coconut ices and shit?
I came through the door, said it before
That was the shit!
Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
And now I gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
I should've saw the signs, I was blinded
Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
So many brothas framed in this dirty game
It's a shame, so much pressure on my brain
Why she blame me?
Secrets in the dark, only her and I know
Now I'm sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow
Guess she made a bad decision that got me livin'
Just like an animal, I'm caged up in state prison
My niggas dissin' 'cause
hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin'
Picture my prophecy, I got some attacking me, on top of me
I'm runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me
'Cause I'm a soldier, hell, ever since I was a little nigga
Havin' fantasies of one day getting older
Niggas is paranoid, trust; a no-no
Love is a mystery, fuck the po-po
Holla at me
So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
A nigga gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row
They try to playa hate, but they can't fade us tho'
We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
With that funky sound 
We be throwin' down
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
Gotta be careful, can't let the evil of the money trap me
So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
You better beware where you lay
We better not find where you stay
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Hahahahaha, yeah, nigga, yeah! Hahahaha, no more pain
It's just like that, nigga, like that, yeah, no more pain
Motherfuckers can't handle that shit
Much too much for these bitches, no more pain
Feel me, nigga? Feel me?
How you figure you can fuck with me? No more pain
Fully automatic type shit, no more pain
Coward-ass niggas, cowards
Come put your mouth on this pistol, nigga
Come put your mouth on the pistol, no more pain
Close your eyes, nigga, do it
Die in the dark, no more pain
Say Thuuuuuuuug Life, baby
Death Row, so what you motherfuckers do? Hahaha
Hey, that's DeVante droppin' that beat like that, biatch!
In case you wonderin'
And jealous niggas
Hahaha, see y'all niggas, motherfuckin' niggas are shit, hey
Westside! Death to everybody that ain't down with me
That's on, feel me? Hahaha
Oh yeah, to the cowards
You know who I mean, it's still Bad Boy Killa
Just feel that, Thug Life, shit don't stop
Fat motherfuckers got Downs Syndrome
, motherfuckers
Weak-ass niggas, dancers turned fuckin' CEOs
Put your mouth on this pistol, nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol!
Hahahaha, yeah, nigga, no more pain
Prison ain't changed me, nigga, it made me worse
Feel me, nigga, hahaha, no more pain
Hey, DeVante, I'm givin' these motherfuckers choices
Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled up under us
That's on you, nigga, what you wanna do?
Last year we was lettin' these niggas kick up dust
This year you motherfuckers gon' be dust
Thug Life, nigga, Westside!
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
I like the way you give it to me
Let me see you toss it up
So won't you play on
How do you want it? What's your phone number? I get around
Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now
Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin' for paydays
No longer Dre Day: arrivederci!
Blown and forgotten, rotten for plotting child's play
Check your sexuality, as fruity as this Alizé
Quick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb move
Cross Death Row, now who you gonna run to?
Laugh at you suckers 'cause you similar
Pretending to be hard, oh my God, check your temperature
Screaming "Compton", but you can't return, you ain't heard?
Brothers pissed 'cause you switched and escaped to the burbs
Mob on to this new era, 'cause we untouchable
Still can't believe that you got 'Pac rushing you
Up in you, bless the real, all the rest get killed
Who can you trust? Only time reveals
Toss it up
On and on, yeah, and on
Let me see you toss it up 
Won't you toss it up 
Won't you toss it up, yeah 
Play on player, play on
Yeah 
Let me see you toss it up
How can some non-players do a song about tossing it up
And then want to do a player song?
(You so fat, you and Lil' Kim need a weight scale to lay down in bed
We are not little kids, you fat ass, you feelin' threatened)
How can non-players do it? 
Teddy Riley, who? Puffy? who?
Puffy, I read your little interview buddy, c'mon
You still ain't touching us, all that peace talk
I don't care if you kiss my ass from here to across the street, boy
It's on! Toss it up, we took you on
And we took y'all beat 
You know who beat we took, and we took y'all beat
'Cause you wasn't rocking it right!
Tired of suckers rocking beats that don't belong to them, toss it up, it's on, it's out there now, it's our beat now
Yeah, toss it up now!
Hahhahaha, yeah nigga
Let a nigga hang out with the homies, you know, baby
Ay, a nigga that hang out more will come home and love you better—you feel me, sweetheart? Let that nigga be free!
Don't have that nigga all up under you!
Let him run with his niggas!
Let the nigga run the street, boo, let him run the streets!
I'd rather run the streets then make some mail
And put the game down tight
For these gamin' bitches could get it right
It might be yo' plan that I'm choosin'
Don't get it confusion
Because I'm known for showin' examples how I do it
Thinkin' I'm new to this because I'm younger
Why only leave you suspicious and I wonder
And at the end I'll make a come up
Nigga, was raised up off of M.O.B
Fetti over somethin' that's tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me, am I wrong
For tryin' to communicate through a song?
I'm up early in the morning, by sunrise I'll be gone
All my homies is waitin' for me
Plottin' on plans that we made and all the fun that it's gonna be
So meet me at 3' and don't be late, nigga
We hangin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's poppin' at a club
But they say I can't get in 'cause I'm dressed like a thug
Until I die I'll be gang related
Got me strivin' for a million, stayin' motivated
Now that we made it, it's a battle just for the big money
I'm livin' wild, no smiles, 'cause ain't a thing funny
I came up hungry, just a lil nigga tryna make it
I only got one chance so I gotta take it
You never know when it's all gonna happen
The rappin' or the drugs
But until then give me love and let me run the streets
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through, I'll be waitin'
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through, I'll be be waitin'
Let a nigga run the streets, boo
Page me, hahah, I'll call you back
Just let me hang with my niggas
Why you actin' like that Michel'le, ha?
You know nigga wanna kick it with his homeboys and shit
I told you I was comin' back later on, right?
So you don't believe a nigga?
Just cook for a nigga, pleaaase!
Make some of that shit you made last meal
Some of them ribs and shit
I'll be back through later tonight, I'm havin' some weed
We finna drink some Hennessy and some Alize
We finna eat that foods, smoke a lil blunt
Lay up in the bed, watch umm... Jay Leno or somethin'
Then after that? Shit, we could do whatever comes to mind, baby
Just let a nigga run with the homies
Let me go kick it with my niggas
When I come back, I be all yours, for real
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through, I'll be waitin'
You can run the streets with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through, I'll be waitin'
Said he's gonna be, said he's gonna be
One day he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug
Said he's wanna be, one day he's gonna be
Said he's gonna be, shorty's gonna be a thug
Said he's wanna be, one day he's gonna be
Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug
Said he wanna be, one day he's gonna be
Said he wanna be, shorty's gonna be a thug
Shorty's gonna be a thug
Little bad ass nigga, to the young niggas
Gotta stay sharp, nigga, play your part!
Got plenty of time 
You only get three mistakes, and then it's life, big baby
 Watch the signs!
Damn, nigga! Sixteen, nigga?
Sixteen?! Too bad, mothafuckers
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories
My whole family been raised on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nothing on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscing, and catchin' flashbacks when niggas ran up
In my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
What happened then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard that God took my peoples, now they living somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sitting, holding in anger because my parents missing
Thuggin' Immortal when got some war stories for you
Now look at me, straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck 'cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawing from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
'Cause the murderous tendencies in my mind
Can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would you try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got you on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin' to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin' war stories
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes
War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfucking 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me?
Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My niggas love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggas Fatal N Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
You know what time it is
]
So much pressure in the air 
And I can't get away 
I'm not happy here 
So much pressure in the air 
And I can't get away 
I'm not happy here 
I sit here reminiscin' and I hope you listenin'
In the position to pressure and offer competition
Me and you was meant to be my destiny, no longer lonely
‘Cause now it's on for you and me, all I can see
A happy home – that's my fantasy
But my reality is problems with your man and me
What can I do? Don't wanna lose you to this sucker
‘Cause if he touch ya, I got some drama for that busta
Don't wanna rush ya, but make your mind up fast
Nobody knows, on who controls will it last?
Before I ask, I hope you see that I'm sincere
And even if you stay with him today I'm still here
I refuse to give up, ‘cause I believe in what we share
You're livin' in prison and what he's givin' can't compare
‘Cause everything I feel for you I wanna let you know
Passionately yours and I'll never let you go
Tell me, can you get away?
]
So much pressure in the air 
And I can't get away
I'm not happy here
So much pressure in the air 
And I can't get away 
I'm not happy here
You ain't got to go through all this drama and this stress
With this old half a man, ya know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't tryin' to put you in a position
Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything
You need, but now… he ain't even takin' care of you
He beatin' on you and shit; look how you look!
You too motherfuckin' raw to be with that nigga
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Shake that sucker to the left
Let me show you what this life is really about
Ya know what I'm sayin'? You need to be on first class
Need to be goin' to Hawaii, seein' the world
Seein' what this world got to offer you
Not goin' to, ya know what I'm sayin'?
The emergency room, gettin' stitches
‘Cause this nigga done got jealous.
Don't cry, it's all good
Can you take me from here?
Shake that man, get away
Can you take me from here?
I'ahhhhhm unhappy here
And I need you to show me love
Because it's so much pressure now
And I neeeeed to get awayyyheyyyeahhh
Now, all the homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply, now that's love
Shit, nobody else would give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down, six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong?
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone, same song, ain't give a fuck all along
And who am I to blame 'em?
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck, I don't; feel what I'm sayin'?
Now, thug niggas die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times, we busted, like bubbles
With the police, this nation's peace sent here to run you
Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man, I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So why spend your time poor and workin', I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinkin' that they give a fuck?
You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga, you're lyin'
‘Cause half of my niggas long gone
Buried in the dirt just for tryin'
Sometime I think my block is dyin' and that is awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't changed that's awful
I wake up sweatin', dreamin', coughin'
Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted
While I'm layin' in the coffin
The shit comes around so often; so tell me somethin'
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'
Nigga, I'd be soft if I ain't go through the strugglin'
I'm doin' the same thing you did at my age, and that's hustlin'
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well, since you don't give a fuck, I be frontin'
I'ma drink my Hennessy like it ain't nothin'
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They don't gives a fuck about us
But while I'm kickin' rhymes
Kick it to they children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us
They wanna see us die
They kick us every time we try
‘Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
‘Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They don't gives a fuck about us
But while I'm kickin' rhymes
Kick it to they children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us
They wanna see us die
They kick us every time we try
‘Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
‘Cause they don't give a fuck about us
Riiise… riiise!
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
We must fight for brother
Mumia
We must fight for brother
Mutulu
And we must fight for brother Ruchell Magee
We must fight for brother
Geronimo Pratt
We must fight for , Zulu, 
We must fight for the countless political prisoners
Who are locked up falsely by this white man
So, tell me why you changed to choose a new direction
In the blink of an eye?
My time away just made perfection
Did you think I'd die?
Not gon' cry, why should I care?
Like we holdin' onto lost love that's no longer there
Can you please help me?
God bless me, please keep my seeds healthy
Makin' all my enemies bleed while my G's wealthy
Hopin' they bury me with ammunitions, weed and shells
Just in case they trip in Heaven—ain't no G's in Hell
Sister, sorry for the pain that I caused your heart
I know I'll change if you help me, but don't fall apart
Rest in peace to
Latasha,
Lil' Yummy,
and
Kato
Too much for this cold world to take, ended up bein' fatal
Every woman in America, especially black
Bear with me, can't you see that we under attack?
I never meant to cause drama to my sister and mama
Hope we make it to better times, in this white man's world
Who knows what tomorrow brings
In this world where everyone's blind?
And where to go, no matter how far, I'll find
To let you know that you're not alone
"You're out of touch with reality! There are a few of you in a few smoke-filled rooms calling that the mainstream, while the masses of the people—white and black, red, yellow and brown, poor and vulnerable—are suffering in this nation."
Never that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us
We've been here all this time
They ain't took us out, they can never take us out
No matter what they say, about us bein' extinct
About us bein' endangered species
We ain't never gon' leave this
We ain't never gon' walk off this planet
Unless y'all choose to
Use your brain, use your brain
It ain't them that's killin' us, it's us that's killin' us
It ain't them that's knockin' us off
It's us that's knockin' us off
I'm tellin' you better watch it, or be a victim
Be a victim, in this white man's world
Born black, in this white man's world, no doubt
And it's dedicated to my motherfuckin' teachers
Mutulu Shakur, Geronimo Pratt, Mumia Abu Jamal
Sekou Odinga, all the real OG's, we out
"The seal, and the constitution, reflect the thinking of the founding fathers, that this was to be a nation by white people; and for white people, Native Americans, Blacks, and all other non-white people were to be the burden bearers, for the real citizens of this nation."
I walk around with a knife in my back
Talkin' 'bout a bad day—I live a life like that
It's severe, and I'm losin' my hair, bless a hooligan
Catch me, I'm fallin' out flat yo, I'm ruined and
Breathin' in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me
I learned to like it like that when I was still in Mommy
The side of the city that the Devil run from
In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from
And still I'm breathin'!
And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this
Just lost two of my closest na'r, one of y'all can take this
But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain
We number one, motherfucker, 'bout to do it again
Shit, Pac still doin' it, you hoes can't ruin it
Two million every time he drop, I know you fuckers losin' it
We movin' in for the kill, for a meal, holdin' steel
Hold the wheel
I'm 'bout to give these niggas somethin' they can feel
Fakin' real, but we the raw and uncut
Style-bitin', thug-lyin' niggas, give it up!
We hit 'em up!
And we still breathin' and we still breathin'…
Tell 'em! Nigga, tell 'em! 
Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin'?
Stressed but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bustin' my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
Stressed but busta free
Enemies give me reason
To be the last motherfucker breathin'
Bustin' my automatic rounds
Catch 'em while they sleepin'
Now I'm the last motherfucker breathin'
This is for all the real motherfuckin' niggas out there
I know you ain't scared to die; we all gotta go, y'know?
A real motherfucker will pick the time he goes
And make sure he handles his motherfuckin' business
(
You think you're gonna live long enough to spend that money
You fuckin hump?
)
Y'all niggas stop actin' like pussies out there, all right
If any of you..
Are tired of gettin' ripped off by guys like that...
I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes!
I want his family dead! I want his house burnt to the ground!
I wanna go there in the middle of the night I wanna piss on his ashes!
I want that son of a bitch dead, I want him dead!
I want him dead, I don't care...
God, help me out here, ‘cause I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress
‘Cause money's like a strong prescription
Drug, it's got me addicted
To the pleasure and the pain it inflicted
Somethin' about the paper
With the pictures of the president's head
Damn, it's like a motherfuckin' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money ‘cause it's cursed
Makin' money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life do 'em right or did life leave 'em dumb?
Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
Or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road
 ‘Cause they don't even know
A million things run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
I feel fucked up in this bitch
I smoked half a ounce to the head
Chocolate Thai, indo, Hawaiian, lambsbread, buddha
All that shit!
I'm fucked up in this motherfucker
And Hennessy don't help
And Hennessy don't help
Thug Passion in this muh'fucker
Makaveli the Don puttin' it down to the fullest
Maximum overload
3 Day Theory, Killuminati to your body
With the impact of a 12 gauge shotty
Double-I slugs, no love, straight thugs
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
One time for my niggas doin' life in Hell
One time for my niggas in the jail cell 
One time for my niggas doin' life in Hell
One time for my niggas on the Death Row
For my niggas on Death Row
One time for my niggas livin' broke
One time for my niggas livin' broke
One time for my niggas in the jail cell
Wonder if it get me high, yeah
Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks?
I got her ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
Was it me or the fame, my dick or the game?
Bet I screamed Westside when I came 
Scream my name ‘cause, baby, it's delicious
Got a weak spot for pretty bitches
Up and down similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back get into it 
Make it fluid , in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside!
I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride!
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player-hatin' niggas, ‘cause they cockblock
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin' out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin' seein' you naked
It's the fuck song so check my record and let's be friends
Where my niggas at? Show me where my niggas at?
Where my bitches at? Thug style!
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Let's be friends 
Friends… (My ghetto love song!
It goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends 
Friends… 
Where my people at? Show me where my people at!
Where my people at? Show me where my people at!
All my niggas now, just my niggas come!
Where my niggas at? Just my niggas now!
Be friends, tell me where my niggas at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends
]
Let's be friends 
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends
Why you trickin' on them other hoes?
Let's be friends 
You ain't gotta be my man at all
Long as you just bring me your friends
Why you trickin' on them other hoes? Let's be friends
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
Make money, take money!
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San Francisco Police Department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff's Department
Fuck you to the FBI
Fuck you to the CIA
Fuck you to the B-U-S-H
Fuck you to the Ameri-K-K-Ka
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice motherfuckers
That wanna fuck with me, fuck y'all
Punk gay insensitive little dick bastards
2Pacalypse motherfuckerin' now
Y'all can all kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my Uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck y'all
Punks
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
Thug passion
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh
Thug passion
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
Thug passion
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh
Thug passion
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh
I heard it's the bomb
And you got it goin' on
Give me some of your thug passion, baby
You got me drippin' wet
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby, ohh
Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry because I'm on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and I find it difficult 2 carry on
If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do u know that stops that long
To help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by
than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.
I ain't scared to die
Do you wanna live forever?
Are you scared to die?
Or will you scream when you fry?
My only fear of death
My only fear of death is coming back, reincarnated
This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P
And Big Kato, R.I.P
.
And all you other O.G.'s who goes down; my only fear of death
They got me trapped
Uh-uh, they can't keep the Black man down
They got me trapped
Nah, they can't keep the Black man down
Trapped
Uh-uh, they can't keep the Black man down
You know they got me trapped
Nah, they can't keep the Black man down
Trapped
Yo, y'all seen 2Pac, man? Y'all seen 2Pac, man?
There he go! Ayy 'Pac, ayy, rollers out here, Pac, we gon' bail
Let's go, man...
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major
Dear Lord can ya hear me? It's just me
A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets
I'm on my knees beggin' please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
I got my three-five-seven can't control it
Screamin' die motherfucker and he's loaded
Everybody run for cover, aww shit
Thug Life
motherfucker, duck quick
Now am I wrong if I am don't worry me
Cause do or die gettin' high 'til they bury me
Dear Lord if ya hear me, tell me why
Little girl like LaTasha, had to die
She never got to see the bullet, just heard the shot
Her little body couldn't take it, it shook and dropped
And when I saw it on the news how she bucked the girl, killed Latasha
Now I'm screamin' fuck the world,
in the end
It's my friends, that flip-flop
Lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
Thug Life motherfucker, I lick shots
Every nigga on my block dropped two cops
Dear Lord can ya hear me? When I die
Let a nigga be strapped, fucked up, and high
With my hands on the trigger, thug nigga
Stressin' like a motherfuckin' drug dealer
And even in the darkest nights, I'm a thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellraiser why cry
That's just life in the ghetto, do or die
I don't have everything
As a matter of fact I don't have anything,
except a dream of a better day
And you, to help me find my way
Being a man I am sure to make mistakes
But to keep you, I would do all it takes
and if it meant my love was really true
I'd gladly die and watch over you
I wish you knew how much I cared
You'd see my love is true. By the life we'd share
Even if you changed your mind and said our love was thru
I'd want to die, continuously cry and still I'd love you
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA!
When we ride on our enemies
Make sure everybody die
When we ride, on our enemies
When we ride on our enemies, hehe
I make sure everybody die
When we ride, on our enemies
Dear mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' good
Tell the homies I'm in Heaven and they ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Drinkin' peppermint Schnapps with Jackie Wilson and Sam Cooke
Then some lady named Billie Holiday sang
Sittin' there kickin' it with Malcolm 'til the day came
Little Latasha sure grown
Tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven, so come home
Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us
When Miles Davis cuttin' lose with the band
Just think of all the people that you knew in the past
That passed on, they in Heaven, found peace at last
Picture a place that they exist together
There has to be a place better than this in Heaven
So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin'
Remember this face, save me a place in thug's mansion
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Every corner, every city
There's a place where life's a little easy
Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
Every hour, ‘cause it's all good
Leave all the stress from the world outside
Every wrong done will be alright
Nothing but peace, love and street passion
Every ghetto needs a thug mansion
Lord knows!
Lord knows.. Jesus..
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free?
It ain't easy being me
Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free?
They wanna know if I claim the clique that I'm hangin' with
And if I'm down with this bangin' shit
Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz
Long as you got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped
I been through hell and back and if I fail, black
Then it's back to the corner where we sell crack
Some of you niggas is bustas, you runnin' round
With these tramp-ass bitches, don't trust her
But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us
A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust
Fuck the world!
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up screamed "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care
I woke up screamin' "Fuck the world!"
They tryna say that I don't care 
I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" 
Uhh, uhh, uhh.. Fuck the world!
I don’t care.. I don’t care, I don’t care!
Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers daily
Know the feds trail me, so my alias Makaveli
Gettin' lessons from niggas in penitentiaries
Game, when applied, help me survive several centuries
Lock me in a cage, I'll display my rage
Surround the court buildin' with the gauge and spray
They wonder if I'll go when I'm finally sentenced
On my knees to God, beggin' for repentance
I'm so convinced that I'm a thug
They got me fiendin' for my cash
Like a fiend when he dreams of drugs
Diss Kidada and I'll kidnap your daughter
Kill your wife and hit the funeral
And tell you just who gave the order
Makaveli the Don 'til I'm gone
I maintain my army of lunatics that stay armed
'Til the day I die, I'll be remembered as a paid nigga
Outlaw to the grave, a motherfuckin' made nigga
Can you feel me? Come closer, ha ha ha
Get into the mind of a made nigga, I can't be touched
My adversaries get fucked, feel me?
Multimillionaire dreams
All I want is the C.R.E.A.M.
I sell my shit to the fiends, all the bitches scream
Come and see, to see a made nigga
Outlawz, Makaveli The Don
Hussein Fatal, Edi Amin, Kastro
Napoleon, Kadafi, Mussolini, M.O.B.
I send this out to my niggas on the streets
The motherfuckin' made niggas
All my niggas on Death Row, Tha Dogg Pound
Tha Doggfather, and all his niggas
You know what time it is
Daz Dillinger, Kurupt, Young Gotti
Uhh… Sarge… uhh…
We've got uhh 2Pac Shakur
Uhh Fatal, Fatal Hussein… uhh Kastro, Kadafi
We got a bunch of niggers here
They've got guns in their car
They've got weed, they've got money
They're with a lot of black women, what should we do, Sarge?
Uhh, I repeat, let 'em go
I repeat, let 'em go
They're made niggas… let 'em go
But, but Sarge, they've got guns, they've got weed
I said, let 'em go
Alright, you guys can go, I'm sorry
I'm sorry about the-the mix up, you guys can go
Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin' on gettin' riches
I'm spittin' at tricks 'cause I'm addicted to pretty bitches
Currency motivated, not easily terminated
Now that we made it, my niggas can never be faded
This is my prophecy, I gotta be paid
All you cowards that try to stop me is beggin' for early graves
I thought we was cool, I was a fool, thinkin' you could be true
When I don't fuck with your punk crew
These are the tales for my niggas doin' time in the cell
I went from hell, to livin' well
Busting at niggas who said my name in vain
I got no time for them tricks, I'm heavy in the game
I wanna be a baller, please
But the bitches and the liquor keep on calling me
I'm tokin' free on the highway, formulatin' plans
Can't wait til I see L.A., 'cause it's so scandalous
Scandalous 
She's so scandalous 
Scandalous 
She's so scandalous 
Ayo, how the pretty bitch be, the more scandalous the ho be
You ever peep that shit? 
A bitch can be like 15, fuckin' with a nigga 35
Gettin' him for everything
Hoes these days is way too motherfuckin' intelligent
When these niggas get to trickin', hahaha, it's over then
That's aight though
Keep a nigga heavy in the game
Watch them hoes
All you niggas out there
Beware these lying-ass scandalous bitches
They will leave yo' ass on E
A body map of 2Pac's tattoos, starting from the neck, working around and down to his back
Neck:
•
Makaveli
Chest:
•
2Pac
•
2 Die 4
Waist:
•
50 Niggas
•
Thug Life
Left Arm:
•
Black Panther Head
•
Burning Jesus on Cross
•
Only God Can Judge Me
•
Outlaw
Right Arm:
• West Side Skull
•
M.O.B
• Heartless Skull
•
My only fear of death is coming back reincarnated
•
Notorious
Back:
• Boss Playaz Crown
•
Fuck the World
•
Exodus 18:31 Cross
•
Smile Now Mask
• Cry Later Mask
• Ballin
"I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends"
That’s right fuck all y'all man
Fuck all y’all
That is right, I don’t need nobody
Fuck all y’all
Fuck all the hard copies daily news
Fuck the bitches, the tele news, New York Posts, all those motherfuckers
Fuck all y’all
Fuck 'em
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
Yeah, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
Just think if niggas decide to retaliate
Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God
Oh my, does it have to be this way?
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why?
Oh, why should you send your child off to die?
In the streets of chalk where they lie
Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry, dear God
Oh my, does it have to be this way?
Our children of today won't stay wise
Let the children hear when thugs cry, dear God, oh why?
I shed tattooed tears for years
For my dead homeboys and my prison peers
Y'all ain't never heard my cries
Now you wonder why would you die?
Ayy Nas, remember that shit you said? I don't know what magazine you said it on... Some shit about we're sending thugs to whoever & whenever. You need to go to the record store and check out some of the albums you've been putting out, because you been spitting this thug shit for a while now. I know you've been listening cuz you've been biting this shit so, uh recognize and realize before your ass get rolled on!...
Holler if ya hear me!
"Hard"
"Tellin' you to hear it"
"The rebel"
You're too near me, to see it clearly
Holler if ya hear me!
"Hard"
"Tellin' you to hear it"
"The rebel"
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Shootin' crooked ass cops, let me fry
Do or die, to my brothers in the penitentiary
Raise hell, when them niggas mention me
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, high 'til I die
When them stupid-ass bitches ask why, tell 'em
Thug for life, beyatch!
Yeah, nigga, Thug Life
From now until for motherfuckin' forever
Have-nots in this, motherfucker
Don't get caught in the publicity and caught in the hype
Rappers are regular people minus money and lights
Searchin' for fortune and fame and superstardom
All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew's the hardest
There's not a hip-hop police, the villains is watchin'
And the kids think beef is they only option
Outlawz born filthy, guilty as charged
My memories of Kadaf' while Makaveli lives on
You think the industry is fun, ain't no pity with guns
And when your money is up, that's when your enemies come
So if he died and came back, would he try to save rap?
We needin' a change, the drama remains the same
I spend my whole life fightin' myself
That I can't win, so I'm invitin' some help
And every now and then, I take rights from the left
I'm still, just like a kid, lookin' for stripes on my belt
Yeah, and that there is a fight in itself
So I just pray and hope God, take a like to myself
No matter how much I try to stay alive
I'ma die a man, still standin' and in love with my pride
Heard frivolous beats, we past that
I'm tryin' to keep some income coming in
And collect on my ASCAP
The rappers in the game ain't changed 
And I finally realize that we're not in the same game
The hatin' will never end, so I guess I'll deal with it
Them .45's will pop killas, yes, I'm still with it
The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier
Gotta stay leery, and keep your eyes on the rollers
They do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us
So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rollin'
One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind
\And we continue growin', one day at a time, damn
Nightmare! That's what I am
America's nightmare
I am what you made me
The hate and the evil that you gave me
I shine as a reminder of what you've done to my people for four hundred plus years
You should be scared, you should be running
You should be trying to silence me
Ha, but you can not escape fate
For it is my turn to come
Just as you rose, you will fall
By my hands
America, you reap what you sow
2Pacalypse, America's nightmare
Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob, America's nightmare
Above The Law, America's nightmare
Paris, America's nightmare
Public Enemy, America's nightmare
KRS-One, America's nightmare
New Afrikan Panthers, America's nightmare
Mutulu Shakur, America's nightmare
Geronimo Pratt, America's nightmare
Assata Shakur
,
America's nightmare
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
They got me thinkin' strugglin' and hustling's my only fate
Toppin' graems on the kichen plate
Tryin' to keep that money straight
Times is rolling three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back, rapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed
It hurts, got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's, sippin' naughty thangs
Real as these tats on my body, and it's Killuminati
Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you
Hold it down!
Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you
Hold it down!
Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you
Hold it down!
Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo, Makaveli, they can't stop you
Hold it down!
Killuminati and we got you, got you
Makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, Westside
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
You know what type of shit we be
You want that hip-hop real, it's that hip-hop that's real
Hold it down, hold it down! Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?
Fuck with me, nigga, you get killed!
It don't get no realer than this
What's my motherfuckin' name, nigga?
My niggas, we all bad
What's my muh'fuckin name, nigga?
What's my muh'fuckin name?
Outlawz in this bitch, Death Row at its finest
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest
Nigga, you know what time it is
… Outlawz…
If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off?
If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off?
Hello?
Hello? Who is this?
Is this 2Pac?
This is who?
Is this 2Pac?
Yeah, it's 2Pac, who dis?
Hi, baby, how are you?
I'm aight. What's up, baby?
You don't recognize the voice?
You recognize my voice, huh?
Do you recognize my voice?
Nah, I know you?
Yeah, you know me
I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talking
Where I know you from? Where I know you from?
You just know me, baby
Where? Talk up, I can't barely hear you
You know me from when we were, you know, intimate
Oh, we... oh, we fucked?
Oh, baby, did we ever
Oh, tell me about it, baby
I remember when I put that big dick in my hand
And stroked it up and down
Ooooh!
Then I put it in my mouth
You did?
I sucked it
Ooh, you did?
Ooh, I did
Shit!
Sucked it and fucked it; put me in, you came
Did I come?
Ooh, baby; everywhere, everywhere
You don't remember me yet?
I'm starting to get a picture, why don't you help me out?
What did I do to the pussy, baby? What a nigga do to the pussy?
You rocked it
Did I?
Yeah, you did
Did I give you some of that Thug Passion?
Mmmm...
Hehehe... ayy, so what you doing right now, though?
Me and my finger are gettin' acquainted
How many you got?
I got ten, but only one is workin'
Ah, well, can I come over there?
If you want to
Do I want to?
Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit?
Mmmm, you gonna rock it, baby?
Hell yeah, I'm gonna rock it, baby
Like you did before?
No dizoubt. You gonna feel that Thug Passion for real
Mmmm, baby
I'm on my way though; I'm about to fly over there in a 500
It ain't gonna take but a minute
Hey, light the candles
Get the baby oil out and turn all the lights out
Drink a little bit of that shit
I'm on my way, baby, I'm gonna knock that pussy into next week
Knock it out, baby, knock it out
I'm finna knock the taste out your mouth, girl
I'm gonna put your legs on your head
I'ma tie you up, blindfold you
And we gon' play which hole feel the best, hahaha
You know which hole feel the best
Yeah, we finna see tonight, though
I'm gonna make you remember me
Oh, yeah?
Yeah
Oh yeah, you got my dick hard
I mean, I can't, I can't find the steering shift
You got me so fucked up; I'm playing with myself and shit
Baby, can I shift your gear?
Yeah, you can shift all that shit baby, for real
Can I shift it from the back?
Hahaha, do a bear shit in the woods
And wipe his ass with a fucking white rabbit?
Can I shift it in the front?
Hell yeah... ayy, you know what I wanna do though?
What you wanna do?
I wanna fuck you on the balcony
While you lookin' out over LA, ya know what I mean?
Just poundin' that shit from the back
'Cause a motherfucker hop that shit
Like I got hydraulics fixed in me, you feel me?
I be hittin' switches, baby
Ooh, I feel you, yes
Hehehe... hey, I'm finna come over there
Just wait for me, sweetheart, I'm on my way right now
I'll see you later, baby, bye
Bye, boo
Haha, yeah, I'm finna get some pussy, nigga
Heh, get some pussy, hahahaha
What's ya phone number?
God bless the child that can hold his own
Indeed, enemies bleed when I hold my chrome
Let these words be the last to my unborn seeds
Hope to raise my young nation in this world of greed
Currency means nothin' if you still ain't free
Money breeds jealousy, take the game from me
I hope for better days, trouble comes naturally
Runnin' from authorities 'til they capture me
And my aim is to spread mo' smiles than tears
Utilize lessons learned from my childhood years
Maybe Mama had it all right, rest yo' head
Tradin' conversations all night, bless the dead
To the homies that I used to have that no longer roll
Catch a brother at the crossroads
Plus nobody knows my soul, watchin' time pass
Through the glass of my drop-top Rolls; hold ya head!
How do we keep the music playin'?
You got to hold ya head!
How do we get ahead? C'mon, hold ya head!
Too many young black brothers are dyin'
Yes, hold ya head!
Livin' fast, too fast
You got to hold ya head!
How do we keep the music playin'?
Yes, you got to hold ya head!
How do we get ahead?
No matter how hard it get, feel me? 
Get the weed, drink a drink, read a book
Watch the stars, get some pussy—whatever!
Still I , I rise , please, give me to the sky 
And if , I die , I don't want you to cry
Still I , I rise , please, give me to the sky 
And if , I die , I don't want you to cry
Y'all niggas be fake, all day every day
So now I got roller blades, bitch
Thought you knew
Your mouth is rich
C'mon pops, let's go!
I exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
Trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
Constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
Never compromising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
A young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
How can I be in the depths of solitude
when there R 2 inside of me
This duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity
Thug for Life, I will be
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
A life of crime I will lead
Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier
If you play the game, you play to win
This is the ballad of a dead soldier
It's a crazy world full of sin
Close your eyes and hear the ballad of a dead soldier
This go out to Kato, Mental, all the niggas that passed away
Mutulu, Geronimo, Seyku – all the down-ass riders
All the niggas that put it down, all the soldiers
All the niggas that go through that day-to-day struggle
All the niggas that passed on
All the niggas with ambition and money in they heart
All the niggas that want some and that don't take none
Hahaha 
The police are so scared of us
All the feds they aware of us
They wanna see us dead
They got pictures of a nigga head, 
Tryin' to see me in chains, shit
Them niggas'll never breathe again
Before they put me in a cell, they'll see me in Hell
Got my pistols cocked
Run the whole motherfuckin' block; fuck the cops!
The police? We run these streets, nigga
These niggas can't see me, half the world wanna be me
Multi-millionaire, shit, it ain't fair
But nigga, you know – it's the ballad of a dead soldier!
[Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. &
Puff Daddy
]
You know very well (
Money
)
Who you are (
Hoes and clothes
)
Don't let 'em hold you down (
Bankrolls
)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Reach for the stars (
That's right
)
You had a goal (
It's all good
)
But not that many (
All good
)
'Cause you're the only one (
East coast, represent
)
I'll give you good and plenty (
C'mon
)
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga
[Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. &
Puff Daddy
]
Representin' B-Town in the house (
Biggie Smalls
)
Junior Mafia, mad flavor (
Bad Boy
)
Uh, uh, yeah, aight (
I see you, Cooch
)
You know very well
Who you are
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
You had a goal
But not that many
'Cause you're the only one
I'll give you good and plenty
Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga
Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga
Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga
It's all good
That's right, '94
And on and on, and on and on
You know very well
It's all good
Who you are
Yeah
Don't let 'em hold you down
Reach for the stars
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
Throw your hands in the air if you's a true player
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
To the honeys gettin' money, playin' niggas like dummies 
I love it when you call me Big Poppa
You got a gun up in your waist, please don't shoot up the place 
'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby, baby 
Check it out
Nine-fo' shit for that ass, uh
Puff Daddy, Biggie Smalls, Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Represent, baby, baby, uh
Hello?
Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man?
Oh, God damn
Nigga, do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on?
You aight?
Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?
When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell 
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies 
God'll probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice 
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse 
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger 
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies 
My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two
Who's to blame for both of them?
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze until the bed's completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe 
Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave
I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
But nah, you wouldn't understand
Nigga, talk to me please, man!
You see, it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street?
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone 
She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak 
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin' , I'm sick of bitches hawkin' 
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
*Gunshot*
Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!
Please hang up and try your call again
Please hang up— Is a recording
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? 
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me 
And I just love your flashy ways 
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? 
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me 
And I just love your flashy ways 
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?
Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your flashy ways
Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas
Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas
I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal
There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know
How much dough you hold 'cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up
Number Two: never let 'em know your next move
Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence?
Take it from your highness 
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number Three: never trust nobody
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up
Number Four: I know you heard this before
"Never get high on your own supply"
Number Five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em, "Bounce!"
Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely separated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number Eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too
Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me:
If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police
If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen
They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'
Number Ten: a strong word called 'consignment'
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele, say, "Hell no!"
'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed
Your girl fucked my man Jake up
Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up 
Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite
(1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8
1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
10.......10)
Nigga roll with Bone up into the
dank spot
To the dome with a shot of burb
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin' that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck,
Sin
, give me that Mossberg swerve!
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off,
nigga, y'all loss
Take it all off, got a nigga caught off
For the pump now
Leatherface
, sin runnin' thuggin' and cuttin'
Little Mo Hart want to pull it ain't nothin'
Bitch if you steppin' we buckin' them guns that’s fucked up
Now let me get
done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get
done with the crime
Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But really we be servin' them dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down
If he come back talkin' like, "Give me back me money!"
Thuggin' with me killers
Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit
With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
Now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money
So I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya with magic
Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic status, we spray
Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight
And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue's on my ass
Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'?"
Grab artillery, a nigga start packin'
'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin'
And I did him, hit him right between the eyes
The spot was wise; wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him
Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit
Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one, one?
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie 
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
Come here, come here 
Open your fucking mouth, open your—
Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me?  Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?  Huh?
 Look at you now, huh? 
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
Bitch-ass nigga, what?
Who shot you?
To give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers
Get high, motherfuckers 
Ready to die, motherfuckers, hah!
As we proceed 
To give you what you need
9-5, motherfuckers
East Coast, motherfucker 
West Coast, motherfuckers 
West Coast, motherfuckers, hah!
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need 
Get live, motherfuckers
Get live, motherfuckers 
9-5, motherfuckers 
Get money, motherfuckers
As we proceed to give you what you need 
Get live, motherfuckers 
9-5, motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers
J.M., motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9-5
What's going on? 
Somebody tell me 
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
I don't know what they want from me
It's like the more money we come across
The more problems we see
Take that motherfuckers
[Chorus: Diddy &
The Notorious B.I.G.
]
The weak or the strong, who got it going on? 
You're dead wrong
Yo Big, you're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on?
 You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong, who got it going on? 
You're dead wrong
Yo Big, you're dead wrong
The weak or the strong who got it going on?
 You're dead wrong
There's several different levels to Devil worshiping
Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that,
I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket,
I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket
And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread,
red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor,
get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong!
[Chorus: Diddy &
The Notorious B.I.G.
]
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? 
You're dead wrong
Yo Big, you're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on? 
You're dead wrong
The weak or the strong 
Who got it going on? 
You're dead wrong
Yo Big, you're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You're dead wrong 
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You're dead wrong 
Yo Big, you're dead wrong
The weak or the strong
Who got it going on?
You're dead wrong 
We won't stop, 'cause we can't stop
Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 
All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" 
Kick in the door, wavin' the .44
All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more"
Kick in the door, wavin' the .44
All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" 
Kick in the door, wavin' the .44
All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more"
This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y
Fuck that, why try? Throw bleach in ya eye
Now ya braillin' it, snatch that light shit, I'm scalin' it
Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88
Sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante
You wanna get on, son, you need to aks me
Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings
Nothin' but my children, one shot — they disappearin' 
It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit
Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit
Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue
They lightweight, fragili, my nine milli
Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny
And you still recoupin', stupid!
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...
C'mon, motherfucker
Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on
Are we gettin' close, huh?
It's right over here
You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man?
Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on
Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house
Fuck, right here
Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house
Oh shit
What? What's wrong?
What's that red dot on your head, man?
What red dot?
Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too
Oh shit!
And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, motherfucker
Hah, come on, what you say?
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle 
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle 
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle 
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door
I'm livin' every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another day, another struggle 
Junior M.A.F.I.A. right
Yeah, rock on, woo!
Biggie Smalls, right
Junior M.A.F.I.A
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Have what you want, be what you want
After realizin', to master enterprisin'
I ain't have to be in school by ten
,
I then
Begin to encounter with my counterparts
On how to burn the block apart
Break it down into sections,
drugs by the selections
Some use pipes, others use injections
Syringe sold separately,
Frank the Deputy
Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missin'
To protect my position, my corner, my lair
While we out here, say the Hustler's Prayer:
"If the game shakes me or breaks me
I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand"
Put money in my mom's hand
Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man
Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it
And live the phrase "Sky's the limit"
Motherfucker, see you chumps on top
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Have what you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep on pressin' on
Sky is the limit and you know that you can have
What you want, be what you want
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
]
One more chance
Biggie, give me one more chance
One more chance
One more chance
Biggie, give me one more chance
One more chance
So what's it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'
High fashion — flyin' into all states
Sexin' me while your man masturbates
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only a client, I'm the playa President
]
One more chance
Biggie, give me one more chance
One more chance
One more chance
Baby, here I am
Biggie, give me one more chance
All I need is one more chance!
One more chance
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch
Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah
Just me and my bitch
Let's get started then
So when did you first start rappin'?
Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18
So how did you first get started? Who influenced you?
Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying?
I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know
I see. So where you from?
Brooklyn
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 You don't stop
 Keep on, bitch
Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
Everything you get you gotta work hard for it
 You don't stop
 Keep on, bitch
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect 
Ah, yeah, hell yeah 
Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (
9-4 coming at you raw
)
My borough is thorough (
Shaolin Island, yeah
)
Recognize 
There'll be nothin', there'll be nothin' but smooth sailin' 
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailin'
All I got is heat and tough talk for you 
Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you 
Man, listen,
straight torture
Look what that slick shit bought ya
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Watch me Set It Off like Vivica
Here lies your demise, close your eyes 
Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold
: your soul's risen
It's bad 'cause I just begun
What make the shit real bad, I was havin' fun 
What's beef? 
Beef is when you need two Gats to go to sleep 
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets  Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time 
What's beef? 
Beef is when you make your enemies start your Jeep 
Beef is when you roll no less than 30 deep 
Beef is when I see you 
Guaranteed to be in ICU, and I'm through
Uhhh, uhhh
The life after
Life after
Uhh 
Life after...
(
Big Nash, Hitmen baby
, on and on and on and on)
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"
Now I lay me down to sleep 
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
'Cause I'm ready to die
All y'all motherfuckers come with me if you want to
Biggie Smalls the biggest man
Rocking on and on in '93,
Easy Mo Bee
Third Eye
and the rest of the Bad Boy fam
I don't wanna see no crying at my funeral
(Music stops
Indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing
Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo, chill, man, chill!")
Can't we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Little Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Dom Pérignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
That's that...
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
And party and bullshit
Junior M.A.F.I.A. like to...
Uptown likes to...
Bad Boy likes to...
Brooklyn Crew likes to...
3rd Eye likes to...
Mo Bee likes to...
We like to...
Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you
You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind
Because, see your mind is in control of your heart
Where it's supposed to be the other way around
Your heart has got to control your mind
So now, I have no feelings for you
You have made me cruel, you have made me cold
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
Frank White the menacin', Chron Chron's the medicine
I got the lettuce
and you turn green like cucumber skin
Got the new Hummer in the summer when
I was a newcomer then, drugs and MAC-10s
Hugs from fake friends,
make ends they hate you
Be broke, girls won't date you
That's why I relate to
,
choke your ass out 'til your face blue
Make you, open the safe too
No matter how you call it , this brolic alcoholic
Like his weed greened out, like his brick solid
Distribute to kids who take heart like Valentine
Drink Ballantine all the time
Slugs hit your chest, tap your spine, flatline
Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked four times
Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though
Sling steel slow,
as for remorse, we feel no
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
Time, time for you to die
As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight
See the fucked up thing is that I love you
You know what I’m saying
It’s just in my nature to love you
I can’t hate you
‘Cause its not in my nature to hate you
You know, I don’t know
Maybe I’m a different type of individual
But you have me on a line
And there’s a thin line between love and hate
And God-forbid I cross that line
Cause I’m not gon’ give a fuck
I’m telling you right motherfucking now
The shit that ya’ll done started
Is never gonna stop!
We are never gonna stop!
And we’re not talking about no other rappers
We’re talking about you, motherfucker!
You know who I’m talking to
We comin' for you
We comin' for you
Laughs
Feels so good
I'ma make you love me baby, baby
Uhh, uhh
You can be the shit, flash the fattest five 
Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit
You ain't worth spit, just a memory
Remember he used to push the champagne Range 
Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name , you mean that kid
That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine?
Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine?
A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name?
Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean?
]
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you
Picture me being scared
Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
Picture me being shook
We can both pull burners, make the motherfucking beef cook
Picture a nigga hiding
My life in that man's hands while he just deciding
I'd rather go toe-to-toe
With all of y'all; running ain't in my protocol 
We agreed—to go in shooting is silly
Because niggas could be hiding in showers with MAC-millis
So I freaked 'em, the telly manager was Puerto Rican 
Gloria from Astoria, I went to war with her peeps in '91
Stole a gun from my workers
And they took drugs, they tried to jerk us
We blazed they place; long story, Glo' seen't my face
Got shook, thought a nigga was coming for the safe 
Now she breaking, "Shut up! 112, what's shaking?"
"A Jamaican, some bitches, I swear they look gay
And a black Range Rover been outside all day"
If it's trouble, let me know, I'll be on my way
"Please, I got kids to feed, I done seen you make niggas bleed"
Nightmare, this bitch don't need
"
Ron, get the gasoline, this spot, we about to blow this
Get the cash before the cops and Range Rover cats notice
"
Room 112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
"Ron, pass the gasoline," the nigga passed me kerosene 
Fuck it, it's flame-able, my hunger is unexplainable
Strike the match, just what I expected
The dread kid ejected in seconds, and here come two...
Opposite sexes, one black, one Malaysian
We in the hallway, waiting patient
As soon as she hit the door, we start blasting
I saw her brains hit the floor, Ron laughing, I swear to God
I hit Maxi Priest at least twelve times in the chest
Spinned around, shot the chink in the breast 
She crying, headshots put her to rest
Pop open them briefcases, nothing but Franklin faces
The spot's hot: sprinklers, alarm systems
That's when other guests start to slip in
It's time for us to get to dipping
I know them niggas in the Range is on they way up
Flipping, pistol-gripping, I load the clip in
The hallway got real loud and crowded
They walked right past us, I don't know how they allowed it
The funny thing about it, through all the excitement 
They Range got towed, they double-parked by a hydrant
Stupid motherfuckers 
It's unbelievable
Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
'Believable
Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
'Believable
Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
Biggie Smalls— Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls
Biggie— Biggie— Biggie Smalls is the illest
If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a ki, knee-deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin' crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot
Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
Eatin' five cent gums, not knowing where your meal's coming from
And now the shit's getting crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky brand pagers
Goin' out of town, blowing up
Six months later, all the dead bodies showing up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shotty
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Every time I turn around, a nigga gettin' took out
Shit, my mama got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfucking stressed, things done changed
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Back in the day
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
Let's stop the bullshit, baby
Let me take you to the spot, get you hot
So you wanna be with me , Puff Daddy 
B.I.G. , bring that ass to me
You must be used to me spending
And all that sweet wining and dining
Well, I'm fucking you tonight
Can you feel me?  'cause I can feel you 
Can you feel me? 'Cause I can feel you
You must be used to me spending
And all that sweet wining and dining
Well, I'm fucking you tonight
Fucking you baby, I'm fucking you baby
 You must be used to me spending
Can you feel me? 'Cause I can feel you
And all that sweet wining and dining
Well, I'm fucking you tonight 
You must be used to me spending
And all that sweet wining and dining 
Well, I'm fucking you tonight
No matter what you may say, babe
Giving it to you, any way I possibly can
You must be used to me spending
And all that sweet wining and dining
Well, I'm fucking you tonight, oohhh baby, sugar, honey
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem
Gun men alone, keep gun men friend
Fire bun, fi all the informer dem
Informer lone keep informer friend
Now this is Diana King doing a Yankee thing
In a Biggie Small's thing, do it, Ja
Have mercy!
The gunman in all de party
And everybody feel irie
And everybody just follow me, follow me, follow me
Have mercy
The wul ah we in ah de party
And everybody look irie
Now di man them sexy, sexy, sexy
Do it
No mercy fuh nuh big up unnu self
Cuh we nuh watch nuh this girl seen?
The hardcore thing we ah deal with
Oh yes, we are the best
No other guy can test
Shit, Mami, damn, why you actin like that, man?
'Cause I don't be doin' this
I'm sayin', you know it ain't nothin'
It's just part of sex, ya know'm saying
But you know I don't do this
I don't even know how to do this
I'm just sayin', jus— just a little peck Mami, for daddy
Just a little peck
Like that?
That's what I'm sayin', yeah
You know I don't be doin' this though
You know that
Whatever bitch!
]
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali 
You know what I'm sayin', Tim, man?
I ain't tryna diss the honeys
You know what I'm sayin'? 
I just be buggin', you know what I'm sayin'?
I ain't tryna disrespect nobody, you know?
I'm just buggin' out, you know? 
You know the flavor of the Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique
Know what I'm sayin'?
Buttnaked Tim Dawg in the motherfuckin' house
I'm just playin' 
We're just havin' a little fun
Ain't no harm done, B 
But I would hit all of y'all
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Huh, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns
,
I make number runs
I give MCs the runs dripping
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flows remarkable,
peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God I'm dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening
So you better grab your pistol
'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your fucking shit spill
And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it?
Sadat said fuck it, you got a gun, nigga bust it
'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya
Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper
Signing off is the hardcore rap singer
AKA crack slinger
, bring it any time nigga
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Come on, motherfuckers, come on
Is my mind playing tricks? Like Scarface and Bushwick 
Willie D , having nightmares of girls killing me 
She mad because what we had didn't last
I'm glad because her cousin let me hit the ass
Fuck the past , let's dwell on the 500 SL
The E and J and ginger ale 
The way my pockets swell to the rim with Benjamins
Another hon's in the crib, please send her in
I fuck nonstop, lick my lips a lot , used to lick the clits a lot
But licking clits had to stop 
Cause y'all don't know how to act when the tongue go down below 
Peep the funk flow, really though 
I got the cleanest meanest penis
You never seen this stroke of genius 
So take off your Tim boots and your bodysuit 
I mean the spandex and hit my man next 
Sex get rougher when it come to the nut buster
Pussy crusher, black nasty motherfucker 
I don't chase em, I replace 'em 
And if I'm caressin' 'em, I'm undressin' 'em
Fuck what you heard, who's the best in New Yor?k 
For filling fantasies without that nigga Mr. Roarke 
Or Tattoo, I got you wrapped around my dick
And when I'm done I got to split shit 
What you want to do , I got that old thing back 
What you want to see , baby, sing, relaxing 
What you want to do , I got that old thing back 
What you want to see , baby, sing, relaxing 
Yeah, Bad Boy, baby
Ralph Tresvant
Biggie Smalls
Listen
Huh, yeah, baby
Oh, uh
Listen to me, oh, yeah
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throwdown
How it's gon' go down?
Lay these niggas low-down
"Slow down, ah, fuck all that plannin' shit
Run up in they cribs and make the cats abandon ship!"
See niggas like you do ten-year bids
Miss the nigga they want and murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye, that's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tastin' at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to fill my clip in his hips
"Pass the chocolate, Thai!"
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talkin' to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case this nigga start squealin'
Scream his name out: 
Squeezed six, nothin' shorter
Nigga turned around holdin' his daughter
Gotta love my lil' nasty girl
Know I love my lil' nasty girl
I love my lil' nasty girl 
All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
My lil' nasty girl
All the women from around the world
I love my lil' nasty girl
All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
Gotta love my lil' nasty girl
Know I love my lil' nasty girl
I love my lil' nasty girl
All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
My lil' nasty girl
All the women from around the world
I love my lil' nasty girl
All the ladies if you with me grab your titties for B-I-G
Ladies & gentlemen you are now in tune into the very best
Jazzy Fizzle... Nelly man, Jagged Edge
The Notorious... NOTORIOUS! B-I-G
THE BIGGIE DUETS! NOTORIOUS!
BAD BOY! SHO NUFF SHO NUFF!
NOTORIOUS!
NOTORIOUS!
Ladies & Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen...
LET'S GO!
LET'S GO!
LET'S GO!
LET'S GO! hey hey hey hey
I love the dough, more than you know 
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know 
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know 
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic,
tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'
That's not all, MC's have the gall 
To pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall
That's not all, MC's have the gall 
To pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
]
We used to hold the gold, now we floss with diamonds
Niggas want my team to stop shinin'
Pray my fame start declinin'
Whinin' like girlies 
We been around the world twice
, all we got is mo' ice
And mo' nice,
sacrifice your heart
Lexus with the automatic start 
Fifty shots'll tear your club apart
Eatin' shrimp À la carte, with some bitches from Brussels
Eatin' clams and mussels
Uhh, octopus, pretty face no waist
I just want the bush, so I can mack it
Give her a package to push, 'cause I work them hoes
Pendejos I show you how to play them hoes
Can you just visualize it?
Before I go to sleep I check the beds and the closet
So I can sleep safe, not too many keep a mil' in the briefcase
Infrareds help me sleep safe,
but wait
That's not all, MC's have the gall 
To pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
See, y'all motherfuckers live off of negativity
What y'all niggas need to get through your motherfuckin' heads
Is that, y'all fuckin' with some niggas that's on a higher
Motherfuckin' level -- we don't give a fuck
About what you think about us how you feel about us
What you got to say about us
We gon keep doing our motherfuckin' thing
From now 'til the year three thousand bitches!
You can't breathe, you can't sleep, you can't eat
Without thinkin' about us!
And without thinkin' about us on your mind
We gon' haunt your asses MOTHERFUCKERS!
That's not all, MC's have the gall 
To pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall 
Pray and pray for my downfall, fall
The world is filled with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't you see?
I'm just tryin' to be all I can be
Ohhahhoahh, yeah
I had a whole lot of bitches in my lifetime
I been blessed with the game, always say the right lines
Had a few prostitutes, and if you knew the truth
They're like pimps, you can't let em do it to you!
She ain't no sucker, I know that bitch, man
She wanna be a Pretty Woman lovin' a rich man
Now here you come, drop top ridin'
You ain't no pimp, fake nigga, stop lyin'
Pussy makes money, stick to the business
Think about the real motherfuckers that lived it
Street life, pimp shit, make the ho respect the game
You bought her diamonds and cars, trick, that's a shame
Say what you want, but I still figure
She left you 'cause you couldn't be like them real niggas
She was a hustler by nature and you was just faker
Than the average simps, found a badder pimp
Crazy ass man
I never would have bought that bitch all them cars
And all that shit you bought that hoe, man
After I heard about what the bitch did nigga, knew the hoe!
Man I'm 30 years old, nigga
And that bitch was hoein' when I was in 9th grade and shit
Think about that: she been around then right?
Shit, you just a rest haven for hoes, man
Just the first nigga that came along when the bitch got out the pen
Bitch only fuckin' with you cause you had a good ass job, nigga
Nerd...treat the bitch better than anybody ever treated her
Stupid ass nigga, she ain't nothin' but a hoe!
Bet you fell in love with her man!
You can't turn a hoe into a housewife, fool
Every time you turn your back, that bitch is fuckin' with them gangstas
Eastside, Westside - these are my partners
Do that shit, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout nigga
I tell you about some real pimps and hoes
Tell you about these pimps and these hoes man
Yeah I know a few, shit
Beyotch!
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine, uh
Now I play her far like a moon play a star
She still sweat me hard 'cause I'm a rap star
I be cruising up the block, I be passing her
Pimping hard with a female passenger
And the only time I call her to hang
Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, scheming on a gangbang
She should have used her intuition
Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen
She's saying I dissed her 'cause I'm fucking her sister
A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh
But she started that fucking family
She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? 
Plus your sister look better than you
Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you
So break the fuck out like a rash
I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit your nasty ass
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
You know that ain't right with a friend of mine
She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah
NOTORIOUS!
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. 
Bad Boy baby, D.R. c'mon
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are ..
Queen Bee baby, we are, c'mon
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is.. 
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are, we are ..
Bad Boy 2000
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
B.I.G. Born Again 
And he won't stop
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
Cause he can't stop, yeah, uh-huh
We are, we are.. 
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
He is, he is..
NO, NO, NO, NOTORIOUS!
We are...
(
Jodeci song playing in the background
and sound of  Biggie and Lil Kim having sex on a bed.)
Uuh, yeah, uh, oooh, oh yeah, mmm, yeah
Oh fuck me you black mothafucka, oooohh yeah!!! MMMMMM, Aaahhh
Oh fuck me you black Kentucky Fried Chicken eatin'
Ohhh, ooohhh, yeah
You mothafuckin' gangsta killin', mutha fuckin black mafia ass
Muthafuckin, you, ohhhhh my god
You chronic smokin',
Oreo cookie eatin', pickle juice drinkin'
Chicken gristle eatin', biscuit suckin', MUTHAfucka
V8 juice drinkin', slim fast, blendin' black greasy muthafucka
OOOHHHHH
What's my name?
Biggie!
What's my name?
Biggie!
Oh yeah
 I'm sorry
 Ahhhh....
 Oh shit. Damn
 
Jenny Craig eatin' muthafucka
  Fuck you bitch...
What you wanna do?
I got that old thing back
What you wanna see?
Baby, sing relax and feel
What you be, where you are
You wouldn't start
Biggie Smalls
P. Diddy y'all
Bad Boy for life
Once again going to the top baby
Making money, living marvelous
In God we trust
Don't too many niggas wanna start with us
Got big guns in the cars with us
Bust at any motherfucker acting hard with us
They really wanna show you what a G.I.B
I'd rather be sipping Remy in V.I.P
We can hear the music and that'll be by me
Twista with the legendary nigga B.I.G 
Brooklyn to K-Town, when you checking out the flow
You know it's gon' reign with persistence
Two legends on the same track, two different planes of existence
Let's get it cracking, I love to bust flows
Hit it from the back cause I love to fuck ho
Do it for the city, I love Chicago
Calico's bumping, I love to bust dough 
You think you could spit on the mic like you Biggie and flow just as steady as I
Shit, it's real, you know you love em, you ain't got Ready To Die
Life After Death, give it to you however you want it nigga
Got it, they got ya, give it to you, however you want it nigga 
Cause the shit it get deep
So I carry big heat
Screaming "come and get me"
Twista and Biggie on the Swizz Beat 
Free mils, I love to make one
All these cars, I love to ride one
All these hoes, I love to cut one
A tribute to Big, I love to bust one
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip
Hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip
Hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
]
In the middle of it I'mma
Bring niggas more drama then they baby mamas
Nigga wanna battle I'mma bomb ya
One man, but attack like a pack of piranhas
Like terracotta, niggas always ready for the war
But they really don't wanna see a nigga though
We can get em in a minute then we finish with the venom of the rhythm of a nigga with a sick-o-flow
Doing it with Swizz, oh no!
You niggas is in some trouble
Somebody better call po-po, it's gonna be murder when I get to serving them verbally 
Nigga y'all heard of me
Wig splitter, killer nigga, word to me
And I'm classic like Bird and Magic with a tactic to snatch his rep back and stack some platinum
Dumping on them at random
With the bullets I brand them
Fitting to hold the game ransom, running up in your mansion, cash demanding, flashing cannons 
Niggas ain't ready for this one cause  I'm on a mission to get even better believe it
I'm heavily heated
, it's easy to see me
If you want to see me, let that be the reason 
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip
Hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks
Squeeze your clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed I gotsta light one
Squeeze your clip
Hit the right one
Pass that weed I got to light one
]
You just heard the sounds of the King of New York
B.I.G. 
There's only one crown
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Can I live 'til my last day?
Hittin' honies that be na-sty
Gettin' money in the fast way
And I only care halfway
But I still can't let you pass me
Ooh, I'm missin' you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'm missin' you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why
 why why
There was this girl around the way that made cats drool
Her name's Drew, played fools out they money in pool
People swore we was fuckin', but we was just cool
She used to hang while I slang my joints after school
She'd watch my bomb, help my moms with the groceries
My little sister, the girl was kinda close to me
A little closer than the average girl's supposed to be
Far from a lover, my girl was jealous of her
Then she started messin' with some major players
Handled keys, niggas called them the Bricklayers
A dread kid, had a baby 'fore that bitch Taya
Found out her baby's father cheating
Now Drew, she gotta slay her
One night, across from the corner store
Taya ran around the block with a chrome four-four
Squeezed all six shots in the passenger door
The dude lived – what my baby had to die for?
I'm missin' her
Ooh, I'm missin' you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'm missin' you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why why why 
Ooh, I'm missin' you 
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns 
Ooh, I'm missin' you 
Nah nah nah nah nah
Oh tell me why why why why
Ooh, I'm missin' you
Tell me why the road turns, why it turns
Ooh, I'm missin' you
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
Ladies, my Mercedes
Hold fo' in the back, two if you're fat
Keep a gat 'cause cats try fi test me
They just fans like De Niro, Wesley
Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin' on
Gardeur jeans look like they painted on
Ask thee, leave it up to me
Lay her on back ever so gently
She like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll up
Cristal 'til she throw up, bitch grow up
Hold up, there's DeGenero
Dripped out, Iceberg apparel
Intro goes without speaking
Call me Cease 'cause I keep 'em, we can go freakin'
All weekend, so, roll in
Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin'? Uhh
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, you nasty
You nasty boy, nigga you so nasty
What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
You cut the hooker off and find someone new
I need another bitch , in my life
What do ya do when your man is untrue
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
I need another man, in my life
What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue
You cut the hooker off and find someone new
I need another bitch , in my life
What do ya do when your man is untrue
Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new
I need another man, in my life
You knew I was a dog when you met me, bitch 
Ha ha, fo' sho' 
Tell you anything you wanna hear right about now
To the spot, that's where we goin' baby
See we goin' to the spot
Do our thang like we always do
You ain't know?
I get money, money I got
Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
Open C-74, Smalls
Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leaving us?
C'mon man, what kind of fucking question is that man?
Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggers always are
Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more
We'll see
I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha
]
I remember back in time
Before all the homies died
Before all the dollars and nines
I knew that I was goin' somewhere
Let me take you back in time
Before I even got the rhyme, before I had nickels and dimes
I knew that I was goin' somewhere yeah
Said I knew I
And I knew that I was going somewhere yeah
Ooooh, oooooh
1970 somethin'
Uhh, uhh
I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys
Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed
Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks
Fuck that hip-hop,
them one-two's, and you don't stops
Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cease advance
Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants
From Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion
Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"
Don't forget, "One More Chance" and my other hits, other shit
Niggas spit be counterfeit, robbery come naturally
In and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me
Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin' blasphemy
Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often
Frank Wizzah, far from soft or fragilla
Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer
Slash guerilla, slash illest turned iller
Now now
Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket
I take these adolescents back to Spofford
Mentally, my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side, that's infinity
Too many sick niggas, nickel nines bring the remedy
When you play the field, what's the penalty?
Unnecessary roughness, career endin' injuries for suckers
Stuck on stupid, shoot 'em with a dart like Cupid
Until they got love for my music
Star Wars, I'm Han Solo, with three egos
And three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s"
This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel
High bar flow-er with no equal
Niggas swingin' swords in the WAR, that's my people
Sho' nuff, before I roll up, this is a hold up
Hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
New York Shitty, put they weight on it
And who better for the job than Biggie?
The Notorious, Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches
And touch individual, small frame buck and change
MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain
All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin'
Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin'
Hot — forcin' my way up in the door
To kill the bullshit like a matador
Keep your hands high 
]
Playa playa 
Playa playa 
Playa playa 
Playa playa 
Playa hater 
Playa hater 
Playa hater 
Uhh, thank you, thank you very much *Applause*
Playa hater
Thank you thank you far too kind, far too kind
Thank you, thank you very much
Good night everybody, good night!
Playa hater
I love all of you, thank you thank you
Thank you, thank you very much, good night!
Playa hater, playa hater, oww!
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
To all my Brooklyn 
To all my Uptown 
To all my Bronx 
To all my Queensbridge 
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Ayo B.I.G., what's up, man? It's $hort, man
Heard you in Miami, boy, give me a call
I got some, bitches, man; I got eight bitches
I got some chronic, I got the keys to Luke's crib, nigga That nigga ain't gonna be here for two weeks
Hit me up, dude; hit me up
It's $hort, man; it's Short
Holla at me, a'ight
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things 
And the saga continues
Bad Boy in the house, for the '95 piece
Real niggas, aight
Yo check it
Call Lil Cease, tell that motherfucker to bring me some motherfucking weed to this hospital
Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick up ten thousand from Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino
Tell that motherfucker to get this nigga next door up out of here, that nigga be snoring all night, I can't sleep
And call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick, ugh!
The doctor said I need about three weeks of recovery
 But the nurses is lovin' me
Sayin' the best part of the day is my half
Feedin' me breakfast and givin' me a sponge bath 
Niggas say I died dead in the streets
Nigga, I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach
Chillin , sittin on about half a million
With all my niggas, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion 
All for the love of drug dealing 
Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks 
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips
All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme 
Raw flows, and that's how it goes
On the road to riches and diamond rings 
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggas do real things
Hanging with the bitches is the song I sing
Real niggas do real things, ugh!
Check it out 
The Notorious B.I.G. be representing BK to the fullest 
Junior Mafia for life!
Give a shoutouts to DJ Jam! 
Craig Frazier! Homicide!
The whole Radio Check crew! 
Death Row! The West Coast!
My nigga Wiz, my nigga JC 
Money Mal, Big Pump!
The whole Junior Mafia clique 
Representing, Uncle Paulie 
9-5 motherfuckers!
Get high motherfuckers! 
Ready to Die motherfuckers!
And if you don't know...
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
Cause you got a big B-U-T, T, see
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
Can I get witcha, can I get witcha
"Why you wanna get with me?"
Cause you got a big B-U-T, T
Previously on Ready to Die
... me and her sister had something going on
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak
I'm sick of niggas lying, I'm sick of bitches hawkin'
Matter of fact, I'm sick of talking
*BANG*
*heartbeat slows, sound of ambulance sirens*
*sound of pulse monitor and breathing machine*
Damn... we was s'pose to rule the world baby
We was unstoppable!
The shit can't be over, no
The shit can't be over, man
I know you hear me nigga
I know you hear me
You got too much livin' to do
Too much unfinished business
It ain't over
*flatline*
Live your life
C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs tote yo' shit
We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
Awww nah, big Snoop Dogg
Slap you with my paw, all across your jaw
Break fool on these bitches while I'm breakin' the law
You come up in my room look bitch you takin' it off
Follow me, I slip em slide em rip em ride em provide em
With that West coast G shit, L.B.C. shit
We dips to this, make chips to this
And buy brand new whips and shit, uh-huh 
I bet you didn't know that yo' bitch was suckin' dick 
Who you think she fuckin' with?  Look here
My, Eastside lifestyle is way foul, move the crowd
Point a pistol at you bitch niggas, BLA-DOW
...How you like me now? 
You got stuck and fucked, Doggystyle
100 spokes Day-tonas, bendin' the corner
All up in Crooklyn, bad bitches are lookin'
C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs tote yo' shit
We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
So you lovin' us so much this shit is bleedin' through you
If I worked in a restaurant, I'd shit in the food and feed it to you
Most of my niggas cuckoo, easy to gas to shoot you
Even all of them Haitian niggas won't believe this voodoo
Can yo' pussy be chaka, don't let me speak in pat-ois
And kick you in your face like we playin' a game of soc-cer
I love to cock the Glock-a, stack up on loot and vod-ka
And fuck your crew because all of y'all niggas full of ca-ca
The way we doin' damage tell me how the fuck you manage
With my niggas who marinate on foul thoughts and think savage
Them niggas'll throw you in a manhole
And push they hand in yo' ass
And pull yo' head right out yo' asshole!
Parkay nigga we rugged all day nigga
You ready to fuck bitch? Fuck the foreplay nigga
This me for all consumers, my nigga FUCK the rumors
Three in the worst way of pure coke for all you DRUG ABUSERS
C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
Bitch grab your tits, c'mon
Let me know you in the spot
Bump your fists, c'mon
Thugs tote yo' shit
We bout to get mo' rich, c'mon
Let's blow the club, c'mon
Fuck the place up, c'mon
Shake yo' nasty ass
And make it swing all around, c'mon
Yo, make this money
Throw yo' loot on the ground, c'mon
Bounce in your whips, c'mon
Bitch lick yo' lips, c'mon
Dangerous MC's
My nigga this be the shit, c'mon
Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see
This darkness surrounding me
Now it's gettin' colder heavy on my shoulder
And it's gettin' hard to breathe
Vision's gettin' blurry, I'm gettin' worried
'Cause it's gettin' hard to see
When you're livin' in the house of pain
All the players in '94, recognize
Shelton D in full effect, baby, baby
Uh, uh, yeah, fuck all you bitches
To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged him
You love him, yell his name 
I'd rat
Er die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fL  Mafia
Representin' Bil' cktown
Mack 11'K cocked back, niggas better duck down
Face down, you know the routine, the cream
Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring
Now Verse 4: when I cock back and squeeze, my Desert E'z
Make you drop to your knees, barely able to breathe
My bullets move in threes, one for Brook-lyn
One for Mafia so take that, Uh, and this one's for...
You know Frank kept me iced out
Mink dragon, seven figures in my bank account
All that material shit, ya'll still tryin to get it
Uh, you fuckin pricks, get off his dick tryin to be like...
All ya'll lame ass niggas keep my man name out your mouth
Or get this shit right, check it, it's the B-I-double G-I-E
Ya'll niggas can't see Poppa, nor the Big Momma
Who you love... for the Y2G, the two ten
We got it sewn, we don't need ya'll help, we hold our own
Cause this goes out to cats not tryin to give it up
B.I.G. lives in us, shout him out
To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls who hugged 
Yco love him, yell hir name usI'd ratner die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, I cock and squeeze fto  Mafia
Representin' B fadcktown
cocked back, nggas better duck do
Yes it's me, the B.I.G
Competition ripper ever since 13
Used to steal clothes was considered a thief
Until I started hustlin' on Fulton Street
Makin' loot, knockin' boots on the regular
Pass the microphone I'm the perfect competitor
Jewels and all that, my clothes is all that
Chumps steppin' to me, that's where they took a FALL at!
B.I.G. without burner, that's unheard of
I stay close to mine like Tina on Turner
Quick to smother, a punk motherfucker
Undercover, word to mother, I'm above ya
And I love ya, cause you're a sweet bitch
A crazy crab, the type to make my dick itch
I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used ta
B.I.G. is a born trooper
Like ice cream I scoop ya, my music you wanna get loose ta
Stay dipped
, and I'm not a booster
So what'cha got to say? This mackin' word is bond
There's no other assumption, I got it going on
I'm not conceited, my friends tell me this
Even my mother, be noddin' her head to this
Makes her proud to see her one son get loud
Flip on a sucker, and bow to the crowd
Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or 2 or 3 or 4
Live in action, guaranteed RAW 
]
Biggie, give me, one more
Give me one more
Chance, and make me
Gimme one more chance 
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
So what's it gonna be? Him or me? 
We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in ’em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'
High fashion, flying into all states
Sexing me while your man masturbates
Isn't this great?
Your flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
I'm not only a client, I'm the player President 
]
Biggie, give me, one more
Give me one more
Chance, and make me
Gimme one more chance 
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
]
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, gimme one more chance
Biggie, Biggie, gimme one more chance
[
Verse 1: Eminem
]
It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed
Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero
Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners
Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners
Notorious tried to warn us
We watched, so many piggybacked off of
Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap
Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact
These tragic events, which lead us back
To where we left off on March 9th
To come from such hard knock lives
And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights
And, once they're on us this is our lives
Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us
To see who can last the longest
And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest
In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from
It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving
Or it could just be somebody's aura, that just horri-fies
And applies to his persona or the sizes
In his entou-rage that intimidates the people
To the point that you know that he's gangster
He ain't just say shit, you just believe it
Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big
I'm been about my business since then, so anxious
It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn
This I took in, sent chills through my skin
Vicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as him
It's what excited Obie to write these poems
Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken
Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies
When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life
Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind
Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind
Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind
Get up out the system, who could give him better signs
No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes
So possibly I'd be popular, huh?
That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I
I took him from coal to diamond,
I molded his mind
Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time
I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed
Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess
Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing
All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion
And I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he is
The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace
This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna
And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother
On repeat, all of your albums play back to back
And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact
An immaculate concept, extravagant progress
Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless"
Regardless to critics yelling that East/West
I seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the reset
And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual
Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally
I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest
Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga 
Niggas never thought they'd see Cube and Biggie
In the year 2000 all drunk and pissy
Off whiskey, you can miss me acting gay
He's the King of New York, I'm the King of L.A
Doin it the O.G. way, it's sorta like
The Brooklyn Way, it's just the crook in me
So this is dedicated to the memory of
The Notorious One, the glorious one
And if you go for your gun, I got to go for mine
Cock my nine and seperate your head from your spine
So, "Grab yo' dicks if you love Hip-Hop" and
Fuck you niggas that shot Big Pop'
The conspiracy of this nation for assassination
Of the young black male in this black Hell
And I can tell, no matter the weather
That you and 2Pac got your shit together
California Love
With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
Our Father, if I should die before I wake
With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
Our Father, if I should die before I wake
I know you bitches know that I ain't to be played with
Dont have no picks and chooses who get they head split
They die quick, fucking with Turk, wodie get whacked
Spend a bin with Kevin and Randy leave ya flat on you back
And trust that, ain't bout to let no nigga steal me
Fuck that, I bust back with a .223
Big and full of that raw with no cut and be ready to creep
Innocent people move cause somebody fixing to get split
Na, Na, it's iceberg shorty, Lordy have mercy
Come from under my shirts and flip'em and reverse'em
I'm coming so alert them
 fore I hurt them, desert eagle bursting
You haven't seen the worst and
I'm right near you and my gun blast quick, dog
Could kill you so run, dash, get gone
Wodies movin slow around this time they got bricks dog
I ain't got bricks dog, nigga break it off, what
Un huh, B.I.G. with the Cash Money Millionaires, forever
Juvenile,
Lil' Wayne, Baby, Turk
, B.G., Manny Fresh
Slim, CEO, and me P. Diddy, B.I.G, Born Again
And we won't stop, get money niggas
Would you ride with me? 
Would you lie for me? 
Would you get high with me? 
Would you die for me? 
Would you ride with me? 
Would you lie for me? 
Would you get high with me? 
Would you die for me? 
Repeat Chorus Twice
How many licks does it take to the center of my Tootsie Roll? 
How many nuts to the center of your booty hole?
Hold on, shorty, cause I'm about to slap this groupie nigga
Jab this fluesy nigga, watch 'em bleed, then shit dookie, nigga
Spooky nigga, you gettin' skinny like you Pookie, nigga
Blood spill got you laggin' out like that soupie nigga
Smoke this Lucy nigga, time passin' on the frank mic
Watch 'em dyin' slow, then see ya skin, you start to change color
My goons lay the flood, leave you layin', drippin' blood
Then ended up fingerfuckin' your mother at a strip club
We dead wrong for how we gutter like how in the sudden
Fascinated how all of this street shit, we straight mother
Fuck it
We thug rugged to the tenth power
Like B.I.G. was listenin'
So Gimme The Loot for the past ten hours
Another dick
Hear the click of my gun cock
Same mentality when I was scheeming on a lunch box
Gimme that!
Twenty-focused and I'm sorry Campbell
I'm taking from you and your wife and run the baby Pamper 
Repeat Chorus Til Fade
]
As I grab the Glock, put it to your head piece
One in the chamber, the safety is off, released
Straight at your dome, holmes, I wanna see cabbage
Biggie Smalls the savage
Doing your brain cells much damage
Teflon is the material, for the imperial
Mic gripper, girl stripper, the Henny sipper
I drop lyrics off and on like a light switch
Quick to grab the right bitch and make her drop with you
.45 Glocks and Tecs are expected when I wreck shit
Respect is collected, so check it
I got techniques dripping out my butt cheeks
Sleep on my stomach so I don't fuck up my sheets
My shit is deep, deeper than my grave, G
I'm ready to die, and nobody can save me
Fuck the world, fuck my moms and my girl
My life is played out like a Jheri curl
I'm ready to die
[All night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?
I ain't going out without a fight
I'm with whatever and I ain't going out without a fight
I'm with whatever, I ain't going out without a fight
I'm with whatever, it'd be your life before my life
At night, I can't sleep, I toss and turn
Got my hand on my pistol, when will these motherfuckers learn?]
Hey yo, Enuff
, man! What you got to drink up in here, man? I'm thirsty
Big slam
, quick slam, tin can, whatever
Whether too cold or too hot, you got to keep Pepsi in the freezer
I keep a 3 liter for my crew
My girl like them diet joints too
For when she watch her weight, crack the top I can't wait
Other sodas taste the worst -- I don't even converse
If it can't quench my thirst what you in my fridge for?
What you wanna live for? Life with the dry mouth
Hot like the south, flash out ya 12 ounce and renounce
Nothing can beat the P-e-p-s-i
Yes I drink it constantly; cop it by the case,
tastes great, less filling
Non-alcoholic I can feed it to my children
Tell em Biggie said, "Drink it all"; don't test me!
Nothing else beats a Pepsi, if it is, let's see..I'm thirsty
When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in hand
And even my P.O. she called me the Ginger Bread Man
I cut ya new case, and tell her ass "catch me if you can"
Don't let your people you up with octane, I'm not playing
Get gassed up to get blast up
Real B.I.G. style watch the kid break it down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo punk ass off propa'
There's no place like home, New York - New York
I run this city, I don't dance around like Diddy
Niggas is giddy, till they act smack silly
Or spray wit the Mack Milly, they don't want drama really
Pussy niggas get hard lip-syncing my lyrics like Milly Vanilly
In the hood they feel me, {*gun cocked*} hah, I'm on fire
Niggas out in Philly they feel me, they bump my shit
Every bootlegger you know, bump my shit, bitch!
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
Squeeze the trigga, leave a nigga for sure
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
D-Twizzy's in this bitch with Obie Trice 
So watch what you say  before you call our name
If you say one more thing, it won't be nice
Uh, here we go, I shoulda known
I was bound to get pulled into some bullshit sooner or later
You little haters are too jealous of us to love us
You hate it, G-Unit made it
And Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin', you sick to your stomach
Fifty percent is 50-Cent, the other fifty percent is whose color skin it is
Well if you're even considering takin' our label down
You better find our building and fly a fucking plane into it
But I ain't tryin' to get too intricate into it
I'm just tryin' to give you a little hint for your own benefit
'Cause then it's gonna get to the point where it escalates
Into some other shit, then I'ma flip
Then I'ma get to stompin' in my Err Force One's
Won't be able to tell if it's two purrs or it's one
It's gonna feel like there's so many feet kickin' you
You think that Nike just made these into cleat tennis shoes
I don't know what it is or what it could be
But I get a woody when these pussy's try to push me
Thinkin' they gon' put me in the position to pickle me
Y'all tickle me pink, I think I'd just rather have P!nk tickle me
Hickory-dickory-dock, tickety-tock-tickety
A little bit of the diggity-doc-diggity
Mixed with a little bit of the jigga-jig-jigga
With a small pinch of Biggie
Look at me, I'm just the bomb-diggity
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
'Cause we gon' fuck around and kill your label
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50, Shady Records
We the label for sure
We the realest label
Don't try to act like you don't feel our label
We gon' fuck around and steal your people
Obie, D-Twizzy, G-Unit, 50
We gonna kill your fuckin' label for sure
Shady in the place to be, see
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Still watch what you say to me punk
'Cause I'm off probation in less than six months
Haha, whoo!
Shady Records
Still Aftermath
And don't think we don't hear you motherfuckers talking
'Cause we do
We see y'all
But we just gonna sit back for a minute
And watch what the fuck yall do
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited 
Her man look like he wanna fight 
But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
Who fucking with Fox? Who want it with I?
Bust a shot for me and Big from the ville from the sky
Got my joan fross shit on, hop off my dick
Canary bangle-round I ain't gon' 20 carrots on this bitch
Pull up the Phantom, show 'em how we switch
From the Bentley blinds spur kill 'em with the six
Bedstuy what up y'all, what up with your girl
How she leave dude broke tell them boys on work
I'm in the G5 jedi, Brooklyn what's your chrome
Cause that niggas lying home if the tutti with the dead-eye
My nigga Neck got hit up in his truck
On Nastrand Ave, ain't the same since Homo got touched
Nasty with the pistol, nasty with the clit
See I'm a beast with it, fucking 'til I'm crippled
Ill Na Na, squeezing the llama
Bog roll dutty, Foxy and Poppa
Run for your gun you suckers
B.I.G. I'm a get them motherfuckers
Don't you worry about a thing, bang-bang-boogie
I got a few chickens that's gon' work that noogie
In the 'Lac with a sack, go and put it on the mat
What it do nephew 
Uh, turning it out, run in your house
Gun in your mouth, motherfucker, quit running your mouth
They talk about it, we all about it
They making plans, we sit and count it
Our cheddar stackin' just like a mountain
You heard about it, she running her mouth
She want's to ride it, she's trying to hide it
I'm cool as Hell but she's too excited
Her man look like he wanna fight
But he ain't doing nothing but running his mouth
What you really want from a nigga?
They'll be nothin but smooth sailing 
When I spit shots, now your crew's bailing 
All I got is heat and tough talk for you
Tie you up, cut your balls off just for you
Man this is straight torture, look what that slick shit bought ya 
A first class ticket to Lucifer, real name Christopher
Watch me set it off like Vivica 
Here lies your demise, close your eyes 
Think good thoughts, die while your skin start to glisten
Pale blue hands get cold, your soul's risen 
It's bad cause I just begun
What make the shit real bad I was having fun 
Attention MCs........Attention MCs
Beef doesn't happen on records
Beef does not happen on records
You don't know what beef is, 
You don't want no beef you fucking fake studio ass gangsta
Rapping motherfuckers!, 
Fuck outta here!, 
Beef is B.I.G. not being here, 
Beef is your love ones not being here, 
Beef is every so-called ghetto superstar that rose
To the top and dropped just as quickly, 
On some bullshit
What's beef 2006?
What's beef 
Y'all motherfuckers don't know what beef is, 
Fuck all y'all 
Bad Boy Bitch we still here
Yo
C-Gutta, where you at?
D Rockafella
Cease-A-Leo DeGenero
Blake C
Money SL
Uhh
B.I.G. is making this cream
Bitches always say what the hell does that mean?
B is for the bitches, who can't understand
How one fly nigga became a man
I is for the way it goes in and out
One by one I knocks 'em out
G is for the way the game goes in the gutter
Other MC's man they ain't sayin' nuthin'
Rockin' on, to the break of dawn
Meet the bitch, get the pussy, get the math, I'm gone
What?
It ain't no more to it
A whole lotta niggas want Big to make a demo tape
'Specially that, BUM-ASS NIGGA uhh
This goin out to you nigga recognize
Yo 50, what's this?
Microphone murderer, mass mayhem maker
B.I.G.'s on the mic, call the undertaker
Make an appointment, schedule a interview
Because you know what Big Man's about to do
50 Gran' on the Technic at the right peak
Brothers wanna hear the words Big Man speak
The microphone - I'm rippin', the burner got the clip in
Slammin MC's like Scottie Pippen
Flippin on Old Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole
Puffin on dime bags and I been told
My words are harder than a brick,
Chinese
arithmetic
A thick stick and my dick
Makes me sick when you pick the whick-whack rhyme G
You get what you pumpin is Tic-Tac time Z
B.I.G. moves swifter than a ninja
Even on stickups I'm the masked avenger
Keep my eyes open and the case closed
No eyewitnesses, no names are exposed
Just the heavyset one with the big gun
And a sweet tongue shakin down everyone
Loot like Michael Jackson
kicks like Bo Jackson
Benz like Freddie Jackson, no need to ask in the crew
Oooh! No frontin, no fakin moves
Fightin or fuckin, resort to the stick and move
Smack the fool that disagree,
recognize the pedigree
Rhyme is mine cause I said it's me
Step to a Big Man grippin the mic stand
Keep a bankroll and so do 50 Gran'
And, I give you my hand cause you deserve a pound
Tryin to blow up the spot, in my part of town
Braves, because you get no praise
I treat you like a derelict with AIDS
Recognize, I don't fuck with the St. Ides
B.I.G. down with O.G.B
Old Gold Brothers for the others that missed me
The crew stay deep on Bedford and Quincy
Rhymes in the pocket for a quick hand to hand
You want it to be on, there's a Tec in the garbage can
I pull bitches like Kim Fields, Brooke Shields
Shelley Long, Connie Chung, I can go on and on
Word is bond I'm a don~!
I split 'em and run up in 'em I fuck 'em and then I duck 'em
I hit 'em in the shitter and forget her, and it gets better
B.I.G. are the letters
Niggas know the pedi'...
That's the end!! What you want me to do? DAMN~!
I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks of blow all in it
I was taught to sell the shit, you put your nose all in it
Let my bitch drive the Benz but the Rolls off limits
How you call yourself pimpin, with hoes all in your buisness
What it is, the music business or the streets make a decision
I do this in my sleep, and you way out your division pimp
This game we play for keeps, and the rules remain hidden
This ain't a place for lames and that snitching shit is forbidden
After sitting in the kitchen and whipping with hopes of getting back
All that off a brick to go blow it, so it even 50 stacks
And now I'm sitting back, thinking about a time
When a nigga get a 100 g's, think he went down
But now look for loyalty in the game, it ain't there
And things ain't the same they changed it ain't fair
Real niggas dead, doing their time and ain't here
You commit the same crime and come home the same year
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
You keep on
To my man Milk, and Thai
Like I said before the whole O.G.B. is in full effect
Most definitely
Sent a shout on
This goes out to cats , fingers in they ass again
Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin'
Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and
Be Mor-gan than Freeman
I took the cream and, moved to new places new faces
Fuck the screwfaces, 'cause when I flip
I make the papers, dangerous, we Goodfellas
Niggas can't bang with us, try to do me
My crew be unruly 
Some old school cats that call gats toolies
Call blacks moolies, think it's cool to smoke woolies
And fuck without rubbers , specialize
In killin' wives and grandmothers, who ya trustin', shit
When Frank start bustin', Frank start somethin'
Killin' ya gently, God meant me, to push a Bentley
Me and Sean Combs takin' broads home
On the phone with the chip, with these Cristal chicks
'Bout to make our own porno flicks, my life's the shit...
To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me?
They say the game ain't what it use to be on 
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names
You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame
I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out
Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route
Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hat's a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life!
 + 
 - w/o ab-libs
Nigga, Versace down
Donna Karan, Diamonds glarin', Niggas starin'
Now I got my pants draggin in the Benz wagon
Raggin'
sippin' D.P
on my way to D.C
The biggest willies, smokin' phillies
Thai & skunk together,
Junior M.A.F.I.A. forever
Thuggin to say youngin and you knows that
I steps in where the Mo and the Hoes at 
Niggas know the better on the Coogi sweater
Butter leather, chrome beretta see
You know who that nigga be
Shit you ain't know, ha ha, That's the stride for ninety-five Baby
Straight up playerlistic mentality
You just do your thing, Cause I'm definintley gone do mine
And we gon' hook up a lil later and do thing you never heard of
Can you feel me?
]
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Yo let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
Let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down
(The Mackalicious funk wanna get down.. boyeeeeeee, HAHHH, AHHHH-HAH
Mack, feelin the funk)
Bringin' it live to you bitch ass niggas
Recognize
Notorious Biggie Smalls, '94 Ready To Die
Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I don't beef, I shoot niggas
If I can't get the main character, a few niggas then
I don't need no gin to boost me
I got enough steam to blow, somebody gotta go
I got fire in my heart, guns in my car
Cash in my Carhartts, it ain't hard to get 'em
Like blaow when I hit 'em, the nigga shit his drawers
When the 40-pound hit him, the fuck these niggas thought?
Could it be the fame, maybe it's the 2 Benz or
Would it be the same if I couldn't claim those?
Fuckin' put holes through your Range Rove'
Cocksucker, beat it, while you bleedin' on the dashboard
Niggas get, what they hand call for, I'm gettin' rich
You get deaded, I get erections over revenge, kid
You get a quiet spot in the shade for a grave
I'll lay a nigga down and steam roll away...
Y'all can't see this
That this might be the night
This might be the night, that's right, that's right
This might be the night 
And ya don't stop, hit it!
Mumbling and whispering is what I hear
When B.I.G. appear on the scene niggas get scared
Why? I'm not the stick-up man
I don't want the rings on your hand, I don't understand
When I come thru the avenue I must know voodoo
Cause all eyes are on you know who - huh!
And my so-called friends beg for ends for me to lend
But this bankrolls they won't spend
I don't need 'em, let the welfare feed 'em
When it come to 'wassup' the peace sign is how I greet em - uh
Sometimes they won't get that, sweating me for some chit-chat
Bite my lyrics like kit-kats
Open your eyes, realize ain't no sugar in my tank
Out of all my friends, there's just one I want to thank
My man Big D taught me a lesson that was great
That good things come to those who wait
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
That's why I flip
Keep a burner to my hip
Take a hooker to the crib, you know she got to strip
Stay dip, take out of state trips
Don't drink a lot of Hennessy, I only take a sip
I'm a skipper, like a captain, rapping is my specialty
And the best is me, so the rest will see
B.I.G. don't need to practice
I'm like a sharpshooter shoot the needle off a cactus
Only thing I lack is stage fright and conceit
I completely defeat the weak - uh
Even the strong don't last long
Cause I'm Brooklyn born, bay-bro
I'm not a paper gangster of no sort, don't smoke Newports
When I get stressed I grab my vest
Put a MC to the test quick specially if he talk slick about who we flipped then whipped
I tripped the competition, stepped across the step to the big boss
You know, of course, they took a loss
Steppin to big and a hitman 50 grand
Like sinkin' in quicksand, ya need a hand my man
Damn, tried to give you the warning sign
When I said chill, I wasn't sayin' LL rhyme
I was telling ya not to flare up
He's about to tear up, I'm telling you not to erupt
Cause he just as corrupt as a DJ should be - huh
50 Grand, and I'm the BIG
Mister Cee..
Yo, here we go here we go here we go here we go here we go motherfucker here we go
Can ya withstand this kind of a man
Gettin in your ass like sand
But this ain't a date at the beach lil each
And every mc in the place check the speech
And i'll bet the dough from my show they can't get wit
Mister Cee on the flow till I get bit
Nah nah nah nah nah love. you can't do it like that love. you got to ride that motherfucker you know what I'm sayin? you got to riiide that motherfucker
Try to get props on the brother, that pops the most
And clocks the most, drops the most shit like a pigeon
Listen, to the words I'm slippin' through saliva
Ain't a MC liver, I'm the rap MacGyver
Doin' tricks with my lips so quick
If you blink you would miss the great style of
Chris
Don't try to diss, cause I dismiss, dissaprove, dissapoint
Rappers that think they the joint
Huh, they'll get the point quicker
Faster even, MC's I'm leavin' until you can't breathin
You call it a homicide, I call it a suicide
Try to battle me boy ya deserve to die
Punch ya in your eye, before I blade ya
To let ya know that I can fight before I slayed ya
Call me Chris, this I insist
Anything different will lead to closed fist
A wrap up. you don't wanna get tapped up
Remember me and you smokin' in the Lexus Jeep
And you schoolin' me on how to bless these streets
Told me to, "Get your money, Kiss, F these beefs"
Get your paperwork right and you can catch these thieves
The game is forever a part of me
'Cause as far as NYC, I'm the main artery
Nobody parallel or even half as smart as me
You was just a draft pick, I was a lottery
It's still love
I got love for New York City, New York City
And they got love for me and B-I-G
They always gon' hold us down
We got that work in New York City
Where they be talkin' real fast, all about the cash
New York City, New York City
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
B.I
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
Fizzy
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
Jada
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
We got that work
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
We made it
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
Get off me
And we've waited through the suffering and pain
And bitches ride the dick like the A-train
We got that work, baby
B.I.G
NYC
B.I.G
Forever hold us down
Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, Biggie
Love y'all
B.I.G
Yeah
B.I.G
Biggie Duets...
Born Again...
Life After Death...
Legacy lives on..and on, and on
These motherfuckers still can't see you BIG
Shit you ain't even here..
Motherfuckers better step their game up..
Greatest of all time, Greatest of all time!
Motherfuckers...
Mi casa, you casa 
I ain't lookin for no wife
I just wanna give dick to ya 
Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha
Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya
Girl show me how to work that thing 
You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing 
Baby baby, can't you see? 
We gon' fuck until six in the mornin 
Bitch, be humble 
Sit down 
Be humble 
Sit down 
Be humble 
Bitch, sit down 
Be humble 
Sit down 
Be humble 
Sit down 
Be humble 
Sit down 
Be humble 
Bitch, sit down 
Be humble 
Sit down 
G-yeah, cocaine, weed
Niggas been mixin' shit since the '80s, loc
Sherm sticks,
butt-nakeds
Dip, make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
One time's crooked and shit
Block a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton
I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah that's cool
Shit, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules
But yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doin' the same thang
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, shit
Couple of IV's with the fuckin' spray-can
Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, yeah
Trip, we in the hood still
So, loc, grab a strap 'cause yeah, it's so real, yeah
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand
If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?
Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball
and some Now and Laters to eat?
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill 'em all if they gossip
The Children of the Corn,
they vandalizin' the option
Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinkin' and drive
Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide
Out that bitch with deposit, a price on his head,
the tithes
Probably go to the projects, I
Live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA
Made me an Angel on Angel Dust - what?
​m.A.A.d city
Compton
Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn!
You ain't the one that got fucked up
What you holdin' it for?
Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit
Nigga, that ain't no word
Nigga, shut up!
Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?
Don't even trip
Just lay back and drink that
Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it
Po-Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it
Pour up , head shot 
Sit down , stand up 
Pass out , wake up 
Faded , faded 
Aw man… where is she takin' me?
Where is she takin' me?
All I, All I, All I, All I have in life is my new appetite for failure
And I got hunger pain that grow insane
Tell me, do that sound familiar?
If it do, then you're like me
Makin' excuse that your relief
Is in the bottom of the bottle and the greenest indo leaf
As the window open I release
Everything that corrode inside of me
I see you jokin', why you laugh?
Don't you feel bad? I probably sleep
And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up
In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough
They stomped the homie out over a bitch?
K-Dot, you good, blood?
Now we can drop, ye we can drop you back off
That nigga's straight, man, that nigga ain't trippin'
We gon' do the same ol' shit
I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' run, they gon' run opposite ways
Fall right in ****'s lap
And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that
And I hope that bitch that set him up out there
We gon' pop that bitch too
Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody
Aha! Got them niggas, K-Dot, you good?
L****, you good?
Yeah, blood, I'm good –
Dave, you good?
Dave? Dave, say somethin' – Dave?
These bitch-ass niggas killed my brother!
'Magine Rock up in them projects where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
;
liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just dome'd a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, every day I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em—get the fuck up out my way, bish!
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish!
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
,
them serpents lurkin', Blood
Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' drugs but it's all good
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
And I been hustlin' all-day
This-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel
PAULA DUCKWORTH: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man is on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin', too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin' good. Look, listen to him!
KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause you got a big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’—
PAULA DUCKWORTH: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin' off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back!
KENNETH DUCKWORTH: Did somebody say dominoes?
It's not a place
This country is to me a sound
Of drum and bass
You close your eyes to look ar—
I can feel the changes
I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous
You can see that my city found me, then put me on stages
To me, that's amazin'
To you that's a quick check
With all disrespect, let me say this
I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord, forgive me
Lord, forgive me
Things I don't understand
Sometimes I need to be alone
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it, but today I'm yelling
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
You ain't heard the coast like this in a long time
Don't you see that long line?
And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth
Threes in the air, I can see you are in sync
Hide your feelings, hide your feelings, now, what you better do
I'll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on the pedestal
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Walk out the door and they scream it's alive
My New Year's resolution is to stop all the pollution
Talk too motherfuckin' much, I got my drink, I got my music
I say bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Bitch, don't kill my vibe
Ayy, K-Dot, get in the car, nigga!
Come on, we finna roll out!
Nigga, I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD
Get yo' freestyles ready!
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'—*Gunshot*
By the time you hear the next pop
The funk shall be within you—*Gunshot*
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
King Kunta, black man taking no losses, oh yeah
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got the whole world talkin'
King Kunta, everybody wanna cut the legs off him
Funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk
We want the funk
We want the funk
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
We want the funk
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
We want the funk
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
We want the funk
Do you want the funk?
We want the funk
Do you want the funk?
We want the funk
Now if I give you the funk, you gon' take it?
We want the funk
I remember you was conflicted, misusing your influence
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talkin' poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room
Would you trust it?
I mean, you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' for it, maybe
Call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain
I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
And I can see power steerin', sex drive when you swerve
I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it
Uh-huh, that's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, uh-huh
Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, P.S
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just
Know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song
"I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
Where is you from? Or it is a problem."
"Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?"
"Yo, I don't care who this nigga over here for
If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry."
"Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?
I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?"
"Enough with all this talkin'."
"Matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!"
If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me?
If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me?
Keep it a hundred, I'd rather you trust me than to love me
Keep it a whole one hund', don't got you, I got nothin' 
Give me a run for my money
There is nobody, no one to outrun me
So give me a run for my money
Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely, livin' lovely
Just love me
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Just love me, just love me, just love me
I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with
Love me
I wanna be with you
Love me, just love me
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead shower
I pray my dick get big as the Eiffel Tower
So I can fuck the world for seventy-two hours
Goddamn I got bitches, damn I got bitches
Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistress
All my life I want money and power
Respect my mind or die from lead showers
Let it run, Ali
Martin had a dream
Martin had a dream
Kendrick have a dream
Wouldn't you know
We been hurt, been down before
Nigga, when our pride was low
Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?"
Nigga, and we hate po-po
Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'
Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door
My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow
But we gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
We gon' be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
Huh? We gon' be alright
Nigga, we gon' be alright
Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright
I keep my head up high
I cross my heart and hope to die
Lovin' me is complicated
Too afraid of a lot of changes
I'm alright, and you're a favorite
Dark nights in my prayers
I remembered you was conflicted
Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screamin' in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self-destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went runnin' for answers
When the lights shut off and it's my turn
To settle down, my main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn
To settle down, my main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
Sometimes I look in the mirror
And ask myself: Am I really scared of passin' away?
If it's today, I hope I hear a
Cry out from Heaven so loud it can water down a demon
With the Holy Ghost 'til it drown in the blood of Jesus
I wrote some raps that made sure that my lifeline reekin'
The scent of a reaper, ensurin' that my allegiance
With the other side may come soon, and if I'm doomed
May the womb of my mother be blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot
And every day that glass mirror get tougher to watch
I tie my stomach in knots
And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated with death
My imagination is surely an aggravation of threats
That can come about, ’cause the tongue is mighty powerful
And I can name a list of your favorites that probably vouch
Maybe 'cause I'm a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death
Really stuck in the schema of wonderin' when I'ma rest
And you're right, your brother was a brother to me
And your sister's situation was the one that pulled me
In a direction to speak on somethin'
That's realer than the TV screen
By any means, wasn't tryin' to offend or come between
Her personal life, I was like "It need to be told"
Cursin' the life of twenty generations after her soul
Exactly what'd happen if I ain't continue rappin'
Or steady bein' distracted by money, drugs and 4-5's
I count lives, all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fightin' for your rights, even when you're wrong
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I'm gone
Am I worth it? Did I put enough work in?
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
I said when the lights shut off and it's my turn
To settle down, my main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you'll sing about me forever
Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh
Promise that you'll sing about me forever
Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh
Promise that you'll sing about me forever
Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh
Promise that you'll sing about me forever
Promise that you'll sing about me for— ooooh
"Ay, ay, ay, where you 'bout to go?"
"Nigga, the homie's brother—nigga, right here, he gone, my nigga, he gone!"
"Hey, come to the store for a nigga, one time."
"We on the block right now, my nigga, like, we—nigga, we right here, my nigga."
"Bring a nigga back a black!"
"Nigga—bruh—nigga, they just killed the homie's brother, my nigga. We right here on the block, my nigga... Al—alright, nigga—nigga, just come—alright, alright, just call me back, man, just call me back."
"Bring a nigga back a black!"
"Ahh, fuck... So, so, what we gon' do, my niggas? What we gon' do?"
"Bro, we can go back right now, my nigga. Like... nigga, I don't give a fuck, my nigga. We can go back right now."
"Fuck! I'm tired of this shit! I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit! My brother, homie!"
Tired of runnin', tired of huntin'
My own kind, but retirin' nothin'
Tires are steady screechin', the driver is rubbin'
Hands on the wheel, who said we wasn't
Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst?
Dope on the corner, look at the coroner
Daughter is dead, mother is mournin' her
Stray bullets, AK bullets
Resuscitation was waitin' patiently, but they couldn't
Bring her back, who got the footage?
Channel 9, cameras is lookin'
It's hard to channel your energy when you know he crooked
Banana clip, split his banana pudding
I'm like Tre, that's Cuba Gooding
I know I'm good at
Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst
How many sins? I'm runnin' out
How many sins? I lost count
Dreams of ballin' like Spalding
But only shotty bounce
The reaper callin', I'm cottonmouth
Money is power 
Yours is ours 
Lay with a snitch, die with a coward
Hope we get rich, hope we can tower
Over the city with vanity with the music louder
The same song, a black flower
I'll show you how to
Dye your thirst, dye your thirst, dye your thirst
What are we doin'? Who are we foolin'?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live righteous but how to shoot it
Tired of runnin', choirs is hummin'
Tell us to visit, we lie about comin'
Now back to business, loadin' the guns in
Back of the Buick, your hood is feudin'
The beef is bubblin', it's no discussion
Hereditary, all of my cousins
Dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst, dyin' of thirst
Too many sins, I'm runnin' out
Somebody send me a well for the drought
See all I know is takin' notes
On takin' this life for granted, granted, if he provoke
My best days, I stress days
My best days, I stress days
Say "fuck the world," my sex slave
Money, pussy, and greed—what's my next crave?
Whatever it is, know it's my next grave
Tired of runnin', tired of runnin', tired of tumblin'
Tired of runnin', tired of tumblin' – backwards
My momma say "See, a pastor give me a promise
What if today was the rapture and you completely tarnished?
The truth will set you free, so to me be completely honest
You dyin' of thirst, you dyin' of thirst
So hop in that water, and pray that it works."
Fuck! I’m tired of this shit!
I’m tired of fuckin' runnin', I’m tired of this shit!
That’s my brother, homie!
Young man, come talk to me! Is that what I think that is?
I know that's not what I think that is
Why are you so angry?
See, you young men are dying of thirst
Do you know what that means?
That means you need water, holy water
You need to be baptized, with the spirit of the Lord
Do you want to receive God as your personal savior?
Okay, repeat after me:
"Lord God, I come to You a sinner."
"And I humbly repent for my sins."
"I believe that Jesus is Lord."
"I believe You raised Him from the dead."
"I would ask that Jesus come into my life."
"And be my Lord and Savior."
"I receive Jesus to take control of my life."
"And that I may live for Him from this day forward."
"Thank you, Lord Jesus
For saving me with Your precious blood."
(Thank you, Lord Jesus
For saving me with Your precious blood)
"In Jesus' name, amen."
Alright now, remember this day
The start of a new life – your REAL life
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot
I said they treat me like a slave, cah' me Black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah' we Black
And man a say they put me inna chains, cah' we Black
Imagine now, big gold chains full of rocks
How you no see the whip, left scars 'pon me back
But now we have a big whip parked 'pon the block
All them say we doomed from the start, cah' we Black
Remember this, every race start from the block, jus 'member dat
I'm the biggest hypocrite of 2015
When I finish this, if you listen, then sure you will agree
This plot is bigger than me, it's generational hatred
It's genocism, it's grimy, little justification
I'm African-American, I'm African
I'm Black as the heart of a fuckin' Aryan
I'm Black as the name of Tyrone and Darius
,
excuse my French
But fuck you — no, fuck y'all, that's as blunt as it gets
I know you hate me, don't you?
You hate my people, I can tell 'cause it's threats when I see you
I can tell 'cause your ways deceitful
Know I can tell because you in love with that Desert Eagle
Thinkin' maliciously, he get a chain then you gon' bleed him
It's funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war
Two tribal armies that wanna build and destroy
Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door
Beefin' with Pirus, only death settle the score
So don't matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers
Or tell Georgia State "Marcus Garvey got all the answers"
Or try to celebrate February like it's my B-Day
Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays
Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements
Or watch BET 'cause urban support is important
So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street
When gang-banging make me kill a nigga blacker than me?
Hypocrite!
La di da di da, slob on me knob
Pass me some syrup, fuck me in the car
La di da di da, mothafuck the law
Chitty chitty bang, murder everything
Bitch, I'm on a roll, and I put that on the gang
Yeah, miss me with that bullshit 
You ain't really wild, you a tourist 
I be blackin' out with the purist 
I made a hundred thou', then I freaked it 
I made five-hundred-thou', then I freaked it 
I bought a '87 for the weekend 
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want 
This ain't what you want, this ain't what you want 
Changes
Is you gon' do somethin'?
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like
We like fast cars, fast money, fast life, fast broads
Egotistic, goin' ballistic, why God?
Born warrior, lookin' for euphoria
But I don't see it
,
I don't feel it, I'm paraplegic
Tapped in when I'm maxed in Comp-Town with the MAC-10s
And the pumps in the background
I was absent
Never OG, standout, I was lackin'
Everything else, but doubt
in the Magnum
Holdin' Magnums with a Magnum
Nigga, ad-lib and I sing out loud
Never had friends, never had ends, never had hope
They was like, "Nope," I was like, "Bùyào, bùyào"
Tee off the day, know we off the, be off the, eat off your plate
Throw me off, I be, "Off ya head"
Well ate, on C4, I'm way off the edge
Fuck integrity, fuck your pedigree, fuck your feelings, fuck your culture
Fuck your moral, fuck your family, fuck your tribe
Fuck your land, fuck your children, fuck your wives
Who am I? Not your father, not your brother
Not your reason, not your future
Not your comfort, not your reverence, not your glory
Not your heaven, not your angel, not your spirit
Not your message, not your freedom
Not your people, not your neighbor
Not your baby, not your equal
Not the title y'all want me under
All hail King Killmonger
Red light, green light, red light, green light
Red light, green light, they like, we like
Fast cars
I said I'm geeked and I'm fired up 
All I want tonight is just to get high up 
All I want is, all I want is
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
10-4, no switchin' sides
Feel somethin' wrong
You actin' shifty, you don't vibe
With me no more, I need
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty
It's so hard to be humble
It's so hard to be
Lord knows I'm tryin'
Lord knows I'm dyin', baby
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
It's the one and only, the world's greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won't take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element
I went to war last night
With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
I'ma do it 'til I get it right 
I went to war last night 
I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent
Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message
I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
From a negative and letting them annihilate me
And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
Finna run into a building, lay my body—
Not on my, not while I'm up here
Not on my time, kill the music, not on my time
We could save that shit for the streets
We could save that shit, this for the kids, bro
2015, niggas tired of playin' victim, dog
Niggas ain't trying to play vic— TuTu, how many niggas we done lost?
How many— Yan-Yan, how many we done lost?
No for real, answer the que—, how many niggas we done lost bro?
This—, this year alone
Exactly, so we— we ain't got time to waste time, my nigga
Niggas gotta make time, bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time, right?
The judge make time so it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you know that, bro
You know that
It’s— it's mando, right, it's mando
And I s— I— And I— And I say this because I love you niggas, man
I love all my niggas, bro
Exac— enough said, enough said
And we gon' get back to the show and move on, because that shit petty, my nigga
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
We gon' do some acapella shit before we get back to-
All my niggas listen, listen to this:
I promised Dave I'd never use the phrase "fuck nigga"
He said, "Think about what you saying: "Fuck niggas"
No better than Samuel on the Django
No better than a white man with slave boats"
Sound like I needed some soul searching
My Pops gave me some game in real person
Retraced my steps on what they never taught me
Did my homework fast before government caught me
So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah
On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us
So many artists gave her an explanation to hold us
Well, this is my explanation straight from Ethiopia
N-E-G-U-S definition: royalty; king royalty - wait listen
N-E-G-U-S description: black emperor, king, ruler, now let me finish
The history books overlook the word and hide it
America tried to make it to a house divided
The homies don't recognize we been using it wrong
So I'ma break it down and put my game in a song
N-E-G-U-S, say it with me, or say it no more
Black stars can come and get me
Take it from Oprah Winfrey, tell her she right on time
Kendrick Lamar, by far, realest Negus alive
Eight doobies to the face, fuck that
Twelve bottles in the case, nigga, fuck that
Two pills and a half-weight, nigga, fuck that
Got a high tolerance when your age don't exist
Like woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah 
Woah-woah, woah, woah-woah, woah 
Woah, woah-woah
You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light
Double cup, deuce, four, six, just mix it in Sprite
Ecstasy, 'shrooms, blow, 'dro, hoes, whatever you like
You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Won't you look to your left and right? Make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'
Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And if you riding with me, nigga—
I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like—want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analysing; that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?
Is this relationship a fake, or real as the heavens be?
See I got to question it all; family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow, Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth of Pit bulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, duckin' y'all
It's respect—but then tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther? JFK? Shooter—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse? Oh, I know it's Michael Jackson—oh
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us "Billie Jean," you say he touched those kids?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows stay propelling
Let my word be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And if you riding with me, nigga, let me ask this question, nigga
[
Spoken Outro:
Kendrick Lamar & 2Pac
]
"I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn't stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was entering a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The word was respect
Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man
Maybe I'm just another nigga”
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call it "Another Nigga" but, it ain't really a poem
I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to
Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa-
About a metaphor actually, uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and the ground is the symbol for the poor people
Right
The poor people is gonna open up this whole world
And swallow up the rich people
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat
And they gonna be so appetizing, you know what I'm saying Wealthy, appetizing
The poor gonna be so poor, and hungry
Right
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be
There might, there might be some cannibalism out this muh-fu-
They might eat the rich, you know what I'm saying?
Aight so let me ask you this then
Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich
Or somebody that made the best of they own opportunities?
I see myself as a natural born hustler
A true hustler in every sense of the word
I took nothin', I took the opportunities
I worked at the most menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I owned it
I went from having somebody managing me
To me hiring the person that works my management company
I changed everything, I realized my destiny
In a matter of five years, you know what I'm saying?
I made myself a millionaire, I made millions for a lot of people
Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?
I made millions for the record companies
I made millions for these movie companies
Now I make millions for, for us
And through your different avenues of success
How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God,
by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what I'm saying?
And it was happening to me for a reason
You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit
I was punching the right buttons and it was happening
So it's no problem, you know
I mean, it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know
I'm finna go straight through
Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or somebody that
Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?
Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been, uh Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance
And not only me but, it goes down my family tree
You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back
Aight well, how long will you think it take before niggas be like
"We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win
And I wanna lay it all down"
In this country, a black man only have like
5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while you a teenager, while you still strong
While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like
They take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a black man, in this country
And you don't wanna fight no more
And if you don't believe me, you can look around
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old motherfuckers
That's crazy, because me being one of your offsprings
Of the legacy you left behind,
I can truly tell you that
There's nothing but turmoil goin' on so, I wanted to ask you
What you think is the future for me and my generation today?
I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot it's gonna be like, uh, bloodshed
For real, I don't think America know that
I think America think we was just playing
And it's gonna be some more playing but
It ain't gonna be no playing
It's gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying?
It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this motherfucker
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen
That's crazy, man, in my opinion
Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations
Lot a people don't understand how important it is, you know
Sometimes I can like, get behind a mic
And I don't know what type of energy I'ma push out
Or where it comes from, trip me out sometimes
Because it's spirits, we ain't even really rappin'
We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us
Damn
I wanted to read one last thing to you
It's actually something a good friend had wrote
Describing my world, it says:
“The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it
In order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment
The caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him
But praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness
And the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life
The caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
Which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own thoughts
He's trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take root, such as
Going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The result?
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
They are one and the same"
What's your perspective on that?
Pac? Pac? Pac?!
If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that mothafucker up
And then I'd take two puffs
I'm high now , I'm high now 
I'm high now , I'm high now 
Life's a bitch, pull them panties to the side now
Now
When I was 27, I grew accustomed to more fear
Accumulated 10 times over throughout the years
My newfound life made all of me magnified
How many accolades do I need to block denial?
The shock value of my success put bolts in me
All this money, is God playin' a joke on me?
Is it for the moment, and will he see me as Job?
Take it from me and leave me worse than I was before?
At 27, my biggest fear was losin' it all
Scared to spend money, had me sleepin' from hall to hall
Scared to go back to Section 8 with my mama stressin'
30 shows a month and I still won't buy me no Lexus
What is an advisor? Somebody that's holdin' my checks
Just to fuck me over and put my finances in debt?
I read a case about Rihanna's accountant and wondered
How did the Bad Girl feel when she looked at them numbers?
The type of shit'll make me flip out and just kill somethin'
Drill somethin', get ill and fill ratchets with a lil' somethin'
I practiced runnin' from fear, guess I had some good luck
At 27 years old, my biggest fear was bein' judged
How they look at me reflect on myself, my family, my city
What they say 'bout me reveal if my reputation would miss me
What they see from me would trickle down generations in time
What they hear from me would make 'em highlight my simplest lines
I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' creativity
I'm talkin' fear, fear of missin' out on you and me
I'm talkin' fear, fear of losin' loyalty from pride
'Cause my DNA won't let me involve in the light of God
I'm talkin' fear, fear that my humbleness is gone
I'm talkin' fear, fear that love ain't livin' here no more
I'm talkin' fear, fear that it's wickedness or weakness
Fear, whatever it is, both is distinctive
Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully, they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
Searchin' for resolutions until somebody get back
Fear, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
And I can't take these feelings with me, so hopefully they disperse
Within fourteen tracks, carried out over wax
Wonderin' if I'm livin' through fear or livin' through rap
Damn
God damn you, God damn me
God damn us, God damn we
God damn us all
Verse 2 says, "You only have I known of all the families of the Earth, therefore I will punish you for all your iniquities"
So until we come back to these commandments
Until you come back to these commandments
We gonna feel this way, we gonna be under this curse
Because He said He's gonna punish us
The so-called Blacks, Hispanics, and Native American Indians
Are the true children of Israel
We are the Israelites, according to the Bible
The children of Israel
He's gonna punish us for our iniquities, for our disobedience
Because we chose to follow other gods
That man chastens his son, so the Lord, thy God, chasten thee
So, just like you chasten your own son, He's gonna chasten you
Because He loves you, so that's why we get chastised
That's why we're in the position that we're in
Until we come back to these laws, statutes, and commandments
And do what the Lord says, these curses is gonna be upon us
We gonna be at a lower state in this life that we live
Here, in today, in the United States of America
I love you, family, and I pray for you
God bless you
Shalom
What you want you? A house or a car?
Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar?
Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog
Motherfucker, you can live at the mall
I know your kind 
Don't have receipts 
Pay me later, wear those gators
Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters"
I can see the baller in you, I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you
But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you
Because you make me live forever, baby
Count it all together, baby
Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby
Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides
So you better cop everything two times
Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes
Too much ain't enough, both we know
Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list
Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick
And when you hit the White House, do you
But remember, you ain't pass economics in school
And everything you buy, taxes will deny
I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five
Yeah, lookin' down, it's quite a drop 
Lookin' good when you're on top 
You got a medal for us
Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria
Look both ways before you cross my mind
We should never gave
We should never gave niggas money
Go back home, money, go back home
We should never gave
We should never gave niggas money
Go back home, money, go back home
Tax man comin', tax man comin'
Tax man comin', tax man comin'
Tax man comin', tax man comin'
Tax man comin', tax man comin'
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer
All the stars are closer
All the stars are closer
This may be the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer
All the stars are closer
All the stars are closer
And you the reason why mom and them leavin'
No, you ain't shit, you say you love 'em, I know you don't mean it
I know you irresponsible, selfish, in denial, can't help it
Your trials and tribulations a burden, everyone felt it
Everyone heard it, multiple shots, corners cryin' out
You was deserted, where was your antennas again?
Where was your presence? Where was your support that you pretend?
You ain’t no brother, you ain’t no disciple, you ain’t no friend
A friend never leave Compton for profit, or leave his best friend,
little brother
You promised you’d watch him before they shot him
Where was your antennas? On the road, bottles and bitches
You FaceTimed him one time, that's unforgiven
You even FaceTimed instead of a hospital visit
Guess you thought he'd recover well
Third surgery, they couldn't stop the bleeding for real
Then he died, God himself will say, "You fuckin' failed," you ain't try
*Sniffling*
I know your secrets, nigga, mood swings is frequent, nigga
I know depression is restin' on your heart for two reasons, nigga
I know you and a couple block boys ain't been speakin', nigga
Y'all damn near beefin', I see it and you're the reason, nigga
And if this bottle could talk *gulping*
I cry myself to sleep, bitch, everything is your fault
Faults breakin' to pieces, earthquakes on every weekend
Because you shook as soon as you knew confinement was needed
I know your secrets, don't let me tell 'em to the world
About that shit you thinkin'
and that time you *gulping*, I'm 'bout to hurl
I'm fucked up, but I ain't as fucked up as you
You just can't get right, I think your heart made of bullet proof
Should've killed yo' ass long time ago
You should've felt that black revolver blast a long time ago
And if these mirrors could talk it'd say, "You gotta go"
And if I told your secrets the world'll know money can't stop a suicidal weakness
Let's get it!
Look, look!
On foenem
Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had
A shot of Hennessy didn't make me feel that bad
I'm usually a true firm believer of bad karma
Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya
We tryna conquer the city with disobedience
Quick to turn it up, even if we ain't got the CD in
But Jeezy still playin'
And our attitude is still "nigga, what is you sayin'?"
Pull in front of the house
That we been campin' out for like two months
The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want
Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe!
Ayy, nigga, I think there's somebody in this room!
Wait, what?!
Nigga, there's somebody in this room!
I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
DVD's, plasma-screen TV's in the trunk
We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
Then made a left, we was just circlin' life
My mama called: "Hello? What you doin'?" — "Kickin' it."
I shoulda told her I'm probably 'bout to catch my first offense
With the homies
But – they made a right, then made a left
Then made a right, then another right
One lucky night with the homies
K. Dot, you faded, hood?
Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded
I think he hit the wrong blunt though
Ooh, which one?
Well, which one he talkin' about?
I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it
I pray he ain't hit that
Nah, that nigga straight, he ain't hit that one
Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans!
Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe
Nigga, for what?
What that nigga— what's that Jeezy song say, nigga?
"Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!"
Yeah, yeah, that shit right there
I'm tryna be the nigga in the street
There he go. Man, you don't even know how the shit go
Look, here's the plan, luv
We gon' use the kickback as an alibi, wait 'til the sun go down, roll out,
complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park
'Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight
That's what he's not gon' do
Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30
That's straight, but we should meet up around 12
I'm tryna fuck on somethin' too
Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down!
Nigga, you ain't doin' shit tonight!
Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin' car!
We finna get active!
Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be insensitive
Cold as December but never remember what winter did
I wouldn't blame you for mistakes I made or the bed I laid
Seems like I point the finger just to make a point nowadays
Smiles and cold stares, the temperature goes there
Indigenous disposition, feel like we belong here
I know the walls, they can listen, I wish they could talk back
The hurt becomes repetition, the love almost lost that
Sick venom in men and women overcome with pride
A perfect world is never perfect, only filled with lies
Promises are broken and more resentment come alive
Race barriers make inferior of you and I
See, in a perfect world, I'll choose faith over riches
I'll choose work over bitches, I'll make schools out of prison
I'll take all the religions and put 'em all in one service
Just to tell 'em we ain't shit, but He's been perfect, world
Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care
In another life, I surely was there
Me, I wasn't taught to share, but care
I care, I care
Maybe I wasn't there 
Maybe I wasn't there 
Maybe I wasn't there 
Maybe I wasn't there
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Noitnetta yaP—
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AND ym edisni ytlayor tog ,ytlayoL
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So, I was takin' a walk the other day…
If your walls could talk, they’d tell you it’s too late
Your destiny accepted your fate
Burn accessories and stash them on the yard
Take the recipe, the Bible and God
Wall telling you that commissary is low
Race wars happening, no calling CO
No calling your mother to save you
Homies to say you're irrepetible, not acceptable
Your behavior is Sammy the Bull like
A killer that turned snitch
Walls is telling me you a bitch
You pray for appeals hoping the warden would afford them
That sentence so important
Walls telling you to listen to "Sing About Me"
Retaliation is strong, you even dream 'bout me
Killed my homeboy and God spared your life
Dumb criminal got indicted same night
So when you play this song, rewind the first verse
About me abusing my power so you can hurt
About me and her in the shower whenever she horny
About me and her in the after hours of the morning
About her baby daddy currently serving life
And how she think about you until we meet up at night
About the only girl that cared about you when you asked her
And how she fuckin' on a famous rapper
Walls can talk 
I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in a hotel room
I washed my hands, I said my grace
What more do you want from me?
Tears of a clown, guess I'm not all what it's all meant to be
Shades of grey will never change if I condone
Turn this page, help me change to right my wrongs
, yup-yup , I know
, for sure , amen
Got me breathing with dragons
I'll crack the egg in your basket, you bastard
I'm Marilyn Manson,
don't ask for your favorite rapper
, yup-yup , I know
, for sure , amen
Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR
Yeah, nothing less than HiiiPoWeR
Five-star dishes, food for thought, bitches
I mean this shit is
Fred Hampton on your campus, you can't resist his
HiiiPoWeR
Throw your hands up for HiiiPoWeR
Thug life
Thug life
Dick hard like rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo
The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I'm animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won’t mention my 10,000 hours in training
While juggling, gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ‘em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees,
you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We here to shake the game up and you're flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I'm laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays,
I'm talking
Higher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from 1980 somethin'
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deplore him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil' in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You're racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted 
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me 
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me 
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa
Burnin’ my leather-
Let me jump in this bitch
Two phones, but I only bring one in this bitch
One daughter, but they all my sons in this bitch
No hoes, ain't shit gettin' done in this bitch
I'm scary, I got a gun in this bitch
Smokin' on top fives, stop playin', I'm that guy
Number two DM'ing my bitch
That's cool, I don't ask why
Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who Black
Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
Y’all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
Don’t ask about no camera blocking at award shows
No, don’t ask about my bitch, no, don’t ask about my Vogues
'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
Had the Coast on standby
“K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box”
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats
But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
He said, "It's funny how one verse could fuck up the game"
I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence
Sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in a hotel room
I didn't want to self-destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for answers
Until I came home
But that didn't stop survivors guilt
Going back and forth
Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war
Back in the city
I was entering a new one
Please leave your message for three-two-three
Record your message after the tone
Kendrick, where you at?
Damn, I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van
You told me you was gon' be back in fifteen minutes
Man, I gotta go up to the county buildin', man, these kids ready to eat
I'm ready to eat, shit
I gotta get them food stamps, come on now
You on your way or what?
I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hoodrats out there, shit
'Specially that lil' crazy-ass girl Sherane
And plus you got school tomorrow
You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain't gon' pass to the next grade
Eleventh grade
Your daddy callin' about some damn dominoes 
He want to holler at you too, go ahead, Kenny, go'n, shit
Hello? Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at?
, What?
I'm on his voicemail, damn fool , shit
Yak, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at?
This the second time I asked you to bring my fuckin' dominoes
Just give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up, damn, let me
Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back 
I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car 
This man fussin' 'bout some damn dominoes
It ain't all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes
Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment, fuck
Fuck some damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that
Nobody wanna hear your ass
Matter fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on
You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe
They want that shit, they often fiend
I give it to 'em, but in between
My time, I gotta tie shoestrings
Life's a trip when you want these things
I often slip and then I lean
Toward three W's in life
You know blow job need an application
Eating pussy make appetite
And yeah, my type, I like 'em brown
Just like my drink, the fuck you think?
I don't fuck with no hand-me-downs
See if you fuck, then it's after me
You know how much I'ma make it work?
You know her dress livin' in her purse
When you discuss your love for lust
Just make sure you visit here first: Cali
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York
Texas, I be screwed up, Chi-Town, I be really pimpin'
But nothing like my hometown, I'm forever livin'
Women, weed and weather
They come for women, weed and weather
For the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Don't it sound clever? Come and play
Wh-what more can I say? W-welcome to LA
(Smokin' weed with you
In the leaves, in the fall
I smoke with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
In the leaves, in the fall
I smoke with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you
'Cause you’ve taught me to
Smokin' weed with you)
Lately, I feel like I been lusting over the fame
Lately, we lust on the same routine of shame
Lately  Lately, my lust been heightened 
Lately, it's all contradiction 
Lately, I lust over self 
Lately, in James 4:4 says
"Friend of the world is enemy of the Lord"
Brace yourself: Lust is all yours
I need some water
Something came over me
Way too hot to simmer down, might as well overheat
Too close to comfort
As blood rush my favorite vein
Heartbeat racing like a junkie's
I just need you to want me
Am I asking too much?
Let me put the head in
Ooh, I don't want more than that; girl, I respect the cat
I promise, just a touch
Let me put the head in
If it's okay; she said, "It's okay"
Who doing the drums?
Man put that nigga on the drums man
Yep, all day, "Mortal Man" and "Kunta"
Alright, from the top
Ain't nobody prayin' for me
Who prayin' for me?
Ain't nobody prayin'
Buzzin', radars is buzzin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Buzzin', radars is buzzin'
Yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
"Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy
Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
Oh now, slow down"
And once upon a time, in a city so divine
Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
He was five-foot something, dazed and confused
Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
You can take your boy out the hood
But you can't take the hood out the homie
Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
Hollywood's nervous
Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service
I'ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up
You ain't no king
Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own law
I'll live by my own law, I'll live by my own
Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own law
I'll live by my own law, I'll live by my own
Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, niggas pissed off
I ministered this generation by far
Leader of the new school
On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan?
World in my palms, ironically
I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball
Told niggas when I was 16
That I'd write a 16 to put a nigga right on the big screen
In the paddy wagon with six teens
Should have been in the pen
But now my pen write with morphine
I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
I kill niggas, audio crack,
khakis to meal ticket
Cardio lap, was running for dear life
But now I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here nigga
Picture lil' ole me giving a fuck
for what a fuck nigga gotta say
Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas,
never be Snoop nor Dre
You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
Nigga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite
So many washed up with detergent
But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
Like blah, Mini-14 like blah
Empty out another magazine like blah
Let a young nigga get by 
I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe 
I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got
The last that would try to pass a good job
If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10 second drum solo
Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah!
Is it wickedness?
Is it weakness?
You decide
Are we gonna live or die?
So I was takin' a walk the other day
And I seen a woman—a blind woman
Pacin' up and down the sidewalk
She seemed to be a bit frustrated
As if she had dropped somethin' and
Havin' a hard time findin' it
So after watchin' her struggle for a while
I decide to go over and lend a helping hand, you know?
"Hello, ma'am, can I be of any assistance?
It seems to me that you have lost something
I would like to help you find it"
She replied, "Oh, yes, you have lost something
You've lost… your life"
*Gunshot*
Is it wickedness?
Lamar stated his views on police brutality
With that line in the song, quote
"And we hate the popo, wanna kill us in the street fo' sho'"
Oh, please, ugh, I don't like it
The reason why I know you very well
Cause we have the same eyes, can't you tell?
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a world that come with plan B
A scapegoat cause plan A don't come free
And plan C just an excuse like "because"
Or the word "but,"
but what if I got love?
I love them, I love when I love her
I love so much, I love when love hurts
I love first verse ’cause you're the girl I attract
I love second verse ’cause you're the homie that pack
Burner like a stove top, that love cooking from scratch
I love what the both of you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much, I don't love anything else
But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself
To the point I should hate everything I do love?
Should I hate living my life inside the club?
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason?
Should I hate him for telling me that I'm seizin'?
Should I hate them for telling me "ball out"?
Should I hate street credibility I'm talkin' about
Hating all money, power, respect in my will
Or hating the fact none of that shit make me real?
Kenny, I ain't trippin' off them dominoes anymore. Just calling, sorry to hear what happened to your homeboy,
but don't learn the hard way like I did, homie.
Any nigga can kill a man, that don't make you a real nigga.
Real is responsibility. Real is taking care of your motherfucking family. Real is God, nigga
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say, when I feel, and I
Look in the mirror and know I'm there
With my hands in the air, I'm proud to say yeah
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real, I'm really, really, real
I'm real, I'm real
Alright, that's all I wanted to tell you. Just make sure you call us back when you get this message. Here go your mom
Boy, you better have my car on full all this time you done had my damn car, but look I ain't trippin'.
Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends over there by Food for Less
and they was preaching to you over there telling you about the good book because right about now that's what y'all need.
Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too. I guess they want you and Dave to come to the studio. But look, you take that music business serious, and put out something me and your dad can step to. Shit, you know we from Chicago, you know that's what we do
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
Sing my song, it's all for you
"If I don't hear from you by tomorrow, I hope you come back and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man, tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton. Let 'em know you was just like them, but you still rose from that dark place of violence, becoming a positive person. But when you do make it, give back with your words of encouragement, and that's the best way to give back. To your city...
And I love you Kendrick, if I don't hear you knocking on the door you know where I usually leave the key. Alright? Talk to you later, bye."
This what God feel like
Huh, he-yeah 
Laughin' to the bank like, "A-ha!"
Huh, he-yeah 
Flex on swole like, "A-ha!"
Huh, he-yeah 
You feel some type of way, then a-ha!
Huh, he-yeah 
This what God feel like
This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody
Even with a pot to piss in
I'ma aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge
Dismiss any business of yours
Discounts never did amount to a check
That ya ass couldn't cash when the shit bounce
Everything dismounts, niggas gon' flip that car
AKs for the whole hood
House lick went down perfect
Two shots to the head he deserved it
I overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control
Dark Wing Duck lost service
Mama said I'd better duck, she's nervous
Drama all up in the cut, hit the curtains
I mean don't intervene with no gun machine
This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin'
Emerging on everbody corner 
Get a toe tag when you play tag
With a task of a new 
Everybody wanna know my life
How did I make it 
Well let me tell you like this
I've been running this shit since I 
Cartoons and cereal
Now I was raised in a sandbox, next to you and her
You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what's that worth
I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first
The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news
Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove
You told me, "Don't be like me, just finish watching cartoons"
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room
And I run it
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tunes
Let my life loose in this booth, just for you
Muhfucka, hope y'all amused!
I did wrong, karma came
Crackers gave me ball and chain
Friends, enemies all the same
State, fed, both can hang
Nobody can't mute me
But I never said nobody can't shoot me
Just another stat to the white folks
Still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely!
Everyday feel like the one before
Hunt the money, don't hunt the ho
If you do what you always done
Then you get what you always got
You dumb buffoons!
I ain't seen the back of my eyelids
For about the past 72 hours
Hand on my heart, face to the hood
I pledge every word you ever heard was honest
Yeah, this me, no mic
No cameras, no lights, just pain
Mama, how much trauma can I sustain?
Dirty money come with lots of stains
Road to riches come with lots of lanes
Just another player with lots of game
Never had shit, got lots to gain…
Just another player with lots of game
Never had shit, got lots to gain
But I want you to want me too 
I want the hood to want me back 
I want the hood
Look what I done for you 
Look what I done for you
Take the drums out
Celebrate new life when it come back around
The purpose is in the lessons we learnin' now
Sacrifice personal gain over everything
Just to see the next generation better than ours
I wasn't perfect, the skin I was in had truly suffered
Temptation, impatience, everything that the body nurtures
I felt the good, I felt the bad, and I felt the worry
But all-in-all, my productivity had stayed urgent
Face your fears, always knew that I would make it here
Where the energy is magnified and persevered
Consciousness is synchronized and crystal-clear
Euphoria is glorified
and made His
Reflectin' on my life and what I done
Paid dues, made rules, change outta love
Them same views made schools change curriculums
But didn't change me starin' down the barrel of the gun
Should I feel resentful I didn't see my full potential?
Should I feel regret about the good that I was into?
Everything is everything, this ain't coincidental
I woke up that morning with more heart to give you
As I bleed through the speakers, feel my presence
To my brother, to my kids, I'm in Heaven
To my mother, to my sis, I'm in Heaven
To my father, to my wife, I am serious, this is Heaven
To my friends, make sure you countin' them blessings
To my fans, make sure you make them investments
And to the killer that sped up my demise
I forgive you, just know your soul's in question
I seen the pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed
And though you did me gruesome, I was surely relieved
I completed my mission, wasn't ready to leave
But fulfilled my days, my Creator was pleased
I can't stress how I love y'all
I don't need to be in flesh just to hug y'all
The memories recollect just because y'all
Celebrate me with respect
The unity we protect is above all
And Sam, I'll be watchin' over you
Make sure my kids watch all my interviews
Make sure you live out our dreams we produced
Keep that genius in your brain on the move
And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail
Make sure them babies and the leaders outta jail
Look for salvation when troubles get real
'Cause you can't help the world until you help yourself
And I can't blame the hood the day that I was killed
Y'all had to see it, that's the only way to feel
And though my physical won't reap the benefits
The energy that carry on emits still
I want you
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby
All I see in this room: 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane
Society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim,
I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms
Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothin' to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city
Mass hallucination, baby
Ill education, baby
Want to reconnect with your elations?
This is your station, baby
I met a little boy that resembled my features
Nappy afro, gap in his smile, hand-me-down sneakers
Bounced through the crowd
Run a number on man and woman that crossed him
Sun beamin' on his beady beads, exhausted
Tossin' footballs with his ashy, black ankles
Breakin' new laws mama passed on home trainin'
He looked at me and said, "Kendrick, you do know my language
You just forgot because of what public schools had painted
Oh, I forgot, "Don't Kill My Vibe," that's right, you're famous
I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken
But never mind, you're here right now, don't you mistake it
It's just a new trip, take a glimpse of your family ancestor
Make a new list of everything you thought was progress
And that was bullshit, I know your life is full of turmoil
Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you
I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you
If you resist, I'll back off quick, go catch a flight or two
But if you pick destiny over rest-in-peace
Then be an advocate, tell your homies, especially
To come back home"
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
This is a world premiere
I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money or mankind?
Tell me something, got me losing my mind, ah!
You make me wanna jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let's talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let's talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let's talk about love
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Let's talk about love
I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
Tell me something, think I'm losing my mind, ah!
I say, where you at? From the front to the back
I'm lookin' for you, I react only when you react
Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto
When I was seventeen with the .38 special
Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real
Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel
Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anyway
Don't lie to me, I'm suicidal anyway
I can be your advocate
I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is
Servin' up a look, dancin' in a drought
Hello to the big stepper, never losin' count
Ventin' in the safe house
Ventin' in the sa—
Can I vent all my truth? I got nothin' to lose, I got problems and pools, I can swim on my faith
Cameras movin' whenever I'm movin', the family suin' whatever I make
Murder is stackin', the president actin', the government taxin' my funds in the bank
Homies attracting the feds when I'm bracking, look at my reaction, my pupils on skates 
Let's think about this for a second 
Tell me what you would do for aesthetic 
Would you sell your soul on credit? 
Would you sell your bro for leverage? 
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel they the only ones relevant? 
Where the hypocrites at?
What community feel they the only ones relevant? 
Huh, huh, ugh
You outta pocket, yeah, you outta pocket 
You entertain the mediocre, need to stop it 
You entertainin' old friends when they toxic 
What your life like? Bullshit and gossip 
What the fuck is cancel culture, dawg?
Say what I want about you niggas, I'm like Oprah, dawg
I treat you crackers like I'm Jigga, watch, I own it all
Oh, you worried 'bout a critic? That ain't protocol 
Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
He's more confident to live his plan now 
But the family in disbelief this time 
Convincing themselves, "He ain't living discreet, he's fine" 
They said they never seen it in him, but I seen it 
The Barbie dolls played off reflection of Venus 
He built a wall so tall you couldn't climb over
He didn't laugh as hard when the kids start joking 
"Faggot, faggot, faggot," we ain't know no better
Middle school kids with no filter, however
I had to be very mindful of my good cousin
I knew exactly who he was, but I still loved him
Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
I mean he's really Mary-Ann, even took things further
Changed his gender before Bruce Jenner was certain
Living his truth even if it meant see a surgeon
We didn't talk for a while, he seemed more distant
Wasn't comfortable around me, everything was offensive
But I recall we both had a sick sense of humor
Made raw, but time changes all
Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
Remember church, Easter Sunday?
I sat in the pew, you had stronger faith
More spiritual when these dudes were living life straight
Which I found ironic 'cause the pastor didn't see him the same
He said my cousin was going through some things
He promised the world we living in was an act on abomination
And Demetrius was to blame
I knew you was conflicted by the feelings of preacherman
Wondering if God still call you a decent man
Still you found the courage to be subservient just to anoint
Until he singled you out to prove his point, saying
"Demetrius is Mary-Ann now
Church, his auntie is a man now," it hurt
You the most 'cause your belief was close to his words
Forcing me to stand now
I said, "Mr. Preacherman, should we love thy neighbor?
The laws of the land or the heart, what's greater?
I recognize the study she was taught since birth
But that don't justify the feelings that my cousin preserved"
The building was thinking out loud, bad angel
That's when you looked at me and smiled, said, "Thank you"
The day I chose humanity over religion
The family got closer, it was all forgiven
I said them F-bombs, I ain't know any better
Mistakenly, I ain't think that you'd know any different
See, I was taught words was nothing more than a sound
If ever they was pronounced without any intentions
The very second you challenged the shit I was kicking
Reminded me about a show I did out the city
That time I brung a fan on stage to rap
But disapproved the word that she couldn't say with me
You said, "Kendrick, ain't no room for contradiction
To truly understand love, switch position
'Faggot, faggot, faggot,' we can say it together
But only if you let a white girl say 'Nigga'"
I feel like Pacino in Godfather, I'm charged
Our Father who art in Heaven
,
Kendrick at large
Came in the game with a plan of beatin' the odds
What an accomplishment,
broken promises
Kept my focus anonymous till I dealt with the consequence
The greatest, the latest mogul, you know what time it is
You niggas fear me like y'all fear God
You sound frantic, I hear panic in your voice
Just know the mechanics of making your choice in writin' your bars
Before you poke out your chest, loosen your bra
Before you step out of line and dance with the star
I could never end a career if it never start
The murderous capital,
avenues lookin' like evil dead zombies
With batteries to the head
The flattery of watchin' my stock rise
The salary, the compensation tripled my cock size
I run through these stop signs with no brake fluid
Just premium gas
,
do it for dolo
Crash markets and prejudiced tags, look at my photo
Black excellence, pessimist, die countin' my coin
Hope it's evident that I inspired a thousand emcees to do better
I blew cheddar on youth centers, buildings and beamers and blue leather
Forecastin' my future, this is the future
The mastermind, until my next album, more power to you
*Gunshot*
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on , come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
This is a fifteen minute song 
We're just jammin' out, we on stage
Taz, we just jammin' out 
Hundred thousand 
Hundred thousand, you gotta see it!
Look, look, look, go back to the down note
They all sing this shit, everybody
Now I don't let you down, down for
You see, you see, you see, you see 
But I don't shake you down, dog for you, you, you, you, uh
They say the government ain't the truth, truth,  truth, truth
And the politicians always mislead the youth, youth, youth, youth
But head is the answer
Head is the future
Don't second guess yourself
Come on, give me some help
Hey one more time, band, I need y'all to help me out right now 
Head is the answer 
Head is the futu—it's the future, that nigga said
Don't second guess yourself 
Come on, give me some help
Say come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on—my background singer—come on, come on 
Say, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
I said, girl, you make me wanna, uh
Great, the—the ho's screaming now, uh 
I said baby you make
You make me wanna just, ah!
Baby,  you got me speechless right now
I gotta take it there, I ain't even playin' no more
Uh, said you just make me wanna drag you down
To the ground, to the ground
Like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Ju—you just make me wanna drag you down
To—down, around like bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
And, baby, if your mama's around if your mama's around
If your mama's around if your mama's around
Tell her, tell her
No discrimination , she young nigga chasin' 
And she can get this dick too!
I said come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Yeah, nigga
You gotta do it, man
We gonna lay that shit
We gonna lay that shit man and watch what it's gon' do
Get you, get you, get you, get you
I'ma go hit the throttle with you
Smoking, lokin', poking that doja 'til I'm idle with you
'Cause I 
Now, baby, when I'm riding here, I'm riding dirty
Registration is out of service
Smoking, lokin', drinking that potion, you can see me swerving
'Cause I 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh
I remember you was conflicted
Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same
Abusing my power full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screamin' in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all around me
So I went runnin' for answers
Until I came home
Barefoot babies with no care
Teenage gun toters that don’t play fair, should I get out the car?
I don’t see Compton, I see something much worse
The land of the landmines, the hell that’s on earth
I grieve different
I grieve different 
The new Mercedes with black G-Wagon
The "Where you from?", it was all for rap
I was 28 years young, twenty mill' in tax
Bought a couple of mansions, just for practice
Five hundred in jewelry, chain was magic
Never had it in public, late reaction
Fifty K to cousins, post a caption
Pray none of my enemies hold me captive
So what, paralyzed, the county building controlled us
I bought a Rolex watch, I only wore it once
I bought infinity pools I never swimmed in
I watched Keem buy four cars in four months
You know the family dynamics on repeat
The insecurities locked down on PC
I bought a .223, nobody peace treat
You won't doo-doo me, I smell TNT
Dave got him a Porsche, so I got me a Porsche
Paid lottery for it, I ain't want it in portions
Poverty was the case
But the money wipin' the tears away
I grieve different
I grieve different 
You know what? Fuck you, bitch 
Fuck you, bitch 
No, fuck you, bitch 
Fuck you, bitch 
Fuck you , fuck you , fuck you
Fuck you, bi— 
Fuck you, bitch, stupid-ass bitch
I don't even know why I fuck with you
I'll be damned if I stuck with you
Changed my number, I'm duckin' you, bitch
Bitch, whatever is comfortable
Shit, this the type of shit couples do?
Shoulda thought about cuffin' you, bitch
Nigga, you dirty and you broke
Ho, you goofy and gullible, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Mm, the insecurities you got, won't mind-fuck me
Womanizer, got no affection from yo' mama, I see
Don't speak on my mama, the fuck is yo' problem?
That bitch don't like me anyways
Bitch, she gave you the Honda
And used that shit to throw it in my face 
Find it funny you just can't apologize 
Egotistic, narcissistic, love your own lies 
See, you the reason why strong women fucked up
Why they say it's a man's world,
see, you the reason for Trump
You the reason, we overlooked, underpaid, under-booked, under shame
If you look, I don't speak, then I'm called on my name 
I am flawed, I am pained, never yours, I remained 
You the reason bitches start fuckin' with bitches when they change
You the reason bitches start callin' y'all bitches 'cause y'all useless
You the reason Harvey Weinstein had to see his conclusion
You the reason
R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches
Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'
Y'all sentiments ain't realer than what you defendin'
It's a split decision, broads like you and real victims 
Let's talk the truth , women in general just can't get along 
Hmm, when Tash got a man, you didn't pick up the phone 
Uh-uh, when Nate got a job, you said you stayin' home 
Oh, why R&B bitches don't feature on each other songs then?
What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Never mind, bitch, I'm walkin' out
Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now
Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt
Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth
Pussy and mouth is all you got
Lay this pussy back on the couch
Doggie style, then you get on top
Fuck me, nigga 
Nah, fuck me, nigga, fuck me 
Nah, fuck you, fuck me 
Fuck me
Nah, you playin'
Stop tap-dancing around the conversation
Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win
Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah
We really out here, my nigga
You niggas don't understand, my nigga
I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga
Trippin', my nigga
I holler, "What you do? What you say?"
I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get freed today
I holler, "What you do? What you say?"
I shall enjoy the fruits of my labor if I get freed today
What the black man say?
Tell 'em we don't die, tell 'em we don't die
Tell 'em we don't die, we multiply
Tell 'em we don't die, tell 'em we don't die
Tell 'em we don't die, we multiply
Tell 'em we don't die, tell 'em we don't die
Tell 'em we don't die, we multiply
Tell 'em we don't die, tell 'em we don't die
Tell 'em we don't die, we multiply
Big shots , purped up, syruped up, nigga, like Pimp C
Flight suit, 'bout to slide down Space City
Top down, she down under like Iggy, yeah 
Lockjaw when the night call too litty
Knockoff, get your rocks off, got plenty
Got rocks, got Jay's, got 'Ye, got Lenny, yeah
I need my engine, she need extensions 
Don't be the center, attention, just play your position 
Got my life on a yacht mission 'cause they been a vision 
Runnin' through these waves like I'm Moses out the booth
Hop out the trees , whippin' a frog and it leap
Foggy, can't breathe, Vacheron over Philippe 
Out in the street , chill with the gang, make it sweet
Big shots , forget your name like I'm Steve 
Big shot , peanut butter insides 
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles 
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Big shot , peanut butter insides 
Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles 
Emotional, 'motional, 'motional, 'motional
Why you emotional? Why you emotional?
Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah
Uh, shoutout to ScHoolboy Q
He uglier than a motherfucker 
Tire marks, tire marks
Finish line with the tire marks
When the relay starts I’m a runaway slave
Ugh, walking on water and running on waves
God MC, oh my God, you gotta see
There’s never no I's in me
Of an Odyssey,
I’m a block away
Fire marshal's moving in
Marshmallows inside my pen
Sweet sixteens
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
I’m so appalled
With the prototype with a godly protocol
You an amateur, they wanna pro to call
I damage ya on camera, in Compton, in Canada
I don’t care where ya are
Just blink twice and I’m there where you are
Like a shadow in the dark,
you a paddle in the boat
In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short
Water in the pot, flow crack rock
like Bam Bam nigga
Have two grams nigga pay up or blam blam nigga
Had a black Camry,
bumpin' Dipset, Killa Cam nigga
I had been around niggas, killas, pimps
You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch
Shoved off the porch when I was like six
Uncle Bobby got the house raided back in 9-6
Kick in the door
K9s all in the kitchen way before I even heard of Mike Vick
Momma in the bathroom poppa at work
Happened on Sunday we shoulda went to Church
Look at my shirt, Polo on it
It’s gon' sell if my logo on it
I fear no opponent
A demon come near and I might throw a spear at the omen
You looking at the 2010 Romans
Empire,
Hiiipower HP,
in ya face like HD
And I spit like a HK
I’ma shot like a H3, H-U-B-C-I-T-Y, A-B and Y-G
Problem and Hootie nigga
Tell the government come shoot me, nigga
Cause I’m going out with a fist raised
And a fist full of money give it to the fifth grade
Drink a fifth of Hennessy and then take another fade
With a democratic politician from CA
They don’t wanna see a B-L-A-C-K
Making some scratch like a hall of fame DJ
Give us some free J’s put us in PJs
Now we in the county jail calling for a three-way
God-Damn, y'all cold
Mark of the beast wear your god damn bar-code
Stuck in the street where it's dark like Harpo
Black man tell me where your God-Damn heart go
Although I’m in the land of milk and honey
Nobody never gave me shit,
when I got my first chain
All the niggas tried to take it from me
I had to fight back and shit
Take it back and shit
And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit
Like he back that shit
Acting like you real or something
Nigga ain't popped no steel, ain't popped no collar
Go pop some pills or something
You trying real hard to appeal to someone
I’m being myself, my BFF is a BM-dub
With your BM in it and your stash box glove
And the medicine a doctor gave a nigga won't help
I’m at the limit where I be amazing myself
I bet I finish on a level with a Black belt
I bet I hit it where every rapper get killed, like
Bla bla bla bla where the knife at?
Cut cut cut where your life at?
Your careers over, he’s slumped over
And if I'm off beat know I’m un-sober
That's a new flow
Pl-, Plus Q gave me some Kush and some Nuvo
New dough for the new year and I sumo on a rap peer
Not a rapper, I’m a raptor
That's a T-Rex in a V-neck for the rapture
I’m a factor
and your facial
I will fracture to a fraction
No one-half and I hate math
Pastor’s like Eddie long, fucking maricon
Took me mighty long to get here
Nigga, Fuck!
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so hard
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
You ain't gotta try so hard
I wish I was somebody
Anybody but myself
Ooh, I wish I was somebody
Anybody but myself
You did it, I'm proud of you
You broke a generational curse
Say "Thank you, dad"
Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother
Mr. Morale
Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me
I bare my soul and now we're free
And Lord knows she's beautiful
Lord knows the usuals leaving her body sore
As she bust down like a twelve-bunk on tour
She suddenly realize she'll never escape the allure
Of a Black man, white man needing satisfaction
At first, it became a practice, but now she's numb to it
Sometimes she wonder if she can do it like nuns do it
But she never heard of Catholic religion or sinner's redemption, that sounds foolish
And you can blame it on her mother
For letting her boyfriend slide candy under her cover
Ten months before she was ten, he moved in and that's when he touched her
This motherfucker is the fuckin' reason why Keisha rushing to that
Block away from Lueders Park, I seen an El Camino parked
And in her heart, she hate it there, but in her mind, she made it where
Nothing really matters
,
still she hit the back seat
Then caught a knife inside the bladder, left for dead, raped in the street
Keisha's song, mmm
My little sister eleven, I looked her right in the face
The day that I wrote this song, sat her down and pressed play
Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard
Flagging down all of these flashy cars
Fancy girls on Long Beach Boulevard, oh
Flagging down all of these flashy cars
I mean, I've seen so many things come through them, him, her, you, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
I'm just a messenger
Yeah, I know life's a bitch, get the best of her
Put them threes up, they notice that we up
HiiiPower and the power in the people and if they don't believe us
They'll die
Wizard
Now, I don't give a fuck if you
Black, white, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit
That don't mean shit to me
Fuck your ethnicity, nigga
Early mornin' wake-ups , practicin' on day-offs 
Tough love , bottled up, no chaser 
Neat, no chaser , neat, no chaser 
Neat, no chaser , neat, no chaser
Hol' up , hol' up 
Hol' up , hol' up 
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losing ain't an option
Hol' up , hol' up 
Hol' up , hol' up 
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga
I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They'll probably think I'm Osama
The plane emergency landed, it was an honor
Hol' up
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
I remember when I came out and shit
Man, it's been so long since they see my dick
Probably been five months since I seen my seed
Goddammit, K. Dot, when it come to this?
When I was sleeping on couches
Nigga couldn't get a call, just a Glock for my vouch
Nigga I was mothafuckin' out, yeah
With the flashing lights had me stuck like reindeer
When I should have been making bank, yeah
I was somewhere stuck where the flame is
Mothafucka, see how far that I came here
Went broke and I came up in the same year, can I get a hell yeah?
Drop my tear, hold my joy, show my pride
Music saved my fucking life, I'm doing right and you left behind
Feel my pain, now I'm styling, Hermès shit, I spent a thousand
Different homes, different islands
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm be going big, bitch, suck my dick
Yeah, I'm going big, bitch, suck my dick
Tell 'em I'm going big, bitch, suck my dick
Yeah, I'm going big, bitch, suck my dick 
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic or be fake with you
We apologize if you ever knew
Too many niggas, and not enough hoes
And most of you niggas, acting like hoes
Like hoes, like hoes, like hoes, like hoes
Like hoes, nigga actin like a hoe
Like hoes, like hoes, like hoes
You actin like a hoe, you actin like a hoe
You actin like a hoe, niggas actin like a hoe
Like hoes, like hoes, like hoes, like hoes
Compton, Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine
Now we can all celebrate
We can all harvest the rap artists of N.W.A
America target our rap market, as controversy and hate
Harsh realities we in made our music translate
To the coke dealers, the hood rich
And the broke niggas that play
With them gorillas that know killers
That know where you stay
Roll that kush, crack that case, ten bottles of rosé
This was brought to you by Dre
Now every motherfucker in here say:
"Look who's responsible
For taking Compton international
I make 'em holla"
Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie
Just Blaze
Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah
In the city of Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine
Mom, I finna use the van real quick!
Be back, 15 minutes!
'Cause everytime y'all come around
Y'all be hollering that
whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah
He say, she say, oh my God, shut the fuck up
Keep it running, Ali
Every time you come around
You be hollering that
whoop-de-whoop, blah-zay-blah
He say, she say
So tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up!"
Tell 'em, "Shut the fuck up!"
Yeah, bitch, you boo-boo, you T'd
You turnt down, you thirsty
Tell 'em "Shut the fuck up!"
Tell 'em "Shut the fuck up!"
Yeah, nigga, you boo-boo, you T'd
You turnt down, you thirsty
You thirsty, you boo-boo
You T, you turnt down
You boo-boo, you T'd
You boo-boo, you turnt down
You thirsty, you T'd
You boo-boo, you turnt down
You boo-boo, you T'd
You turnt down, you weak
You weak, yo’ bitch weak
Yo- 
You boo-boo, you T 
Keep all that
What is HiiiPoWeR?
HiiiPoWeR is the way we think, the way we live
See it’s known today that the human race is nothing
No morals, no standards
What we’re about to do is raise the level of expectations
No, you don’t have to have a lot of money
You don’t have to be rich
But you will be rich in mind and spirit
Some say it’s as big as a crew, some say it’s as big as a gang
HiiiPoWeR, we stand for it as if it’s as big as a religion
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
Black boy
My mama didn't raise me up to be jealous-hearted
Like most of the winners call it
Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching
That's what she said, but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan
Award touring the country with money from mic recording
The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype
Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like Top 40
And shortly, I got discouraged
Like every time I walked to the corner, had them guns bursting
Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase
That only one in a million will ever see better days
Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis
Break your boogie boards to pieces,
you just a typical homie
All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me
They all'll buy me a chopper if any one of you try me
What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle?
When two niggas making it out had never sounded logical?
Three niggas making it out? That's mission impossible
So I never believed the type of performance that I could do
I wasn't jealous cause of the talents they got
I was terrified they'd be the last black boys to fly out of Compton
Thank God
He drove alone, with a bottle of his own grippin' the handle
Lit off Henny, I'm tryna dismantle
These wicked ways, I've engaged in such a gamble
'Cause I could speak the truth and I know the world would unravel, wait
That's a bit ambitious maybe I'm trippin'
Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I exist in a different dimension
Not to mention when I close my eyes I see the distance
It's such a scary sight so I rarely go to sleep at night
I watch the sun rise then I watch the sun fall
Studied the son of God and still don't recognize my flaws
I guess I'm lost, the cost of being successful is equal to being neglectful
I pray my experience helps you
As for me I'm tryna sort it out
Searching for loopholes in my bruised soul
But who knows?
I just need a little space to breathe
I know perception is key, so I am king
The other side has never mortified my mortal mind
The borderline between insanity is Father Time
I fall behind my skeleton, they tell me that I'm blind
I know that I'm intelligent, my confidence just died
Carpe diem, seize the day, I can't compromise
A tapeworm couldn't cure this gluttonous appetite
A couple trinkets, they seein' me as I pacify
But couldn't fathom the meaning of seein' sacrifice
I'm passin' lives on the daily, maybe I'm losing faith
Genocism and capitalism just made me hate
Correctionals and these private prisons gave me a date
Professional dream killers reason why I'm awake
I'm sleepwalkin', I'm street stalkin', I'm outta place
Reinforcing this heat barking, these are the brakes
Before I blink, do I see me before them pearly gates?
Or this is just a mirage or a facade
Wait
[Intro: Dash Snow, Daniel Joseph &
Kendrick Lamar
]
"I’ll tell you what I don’t believe in, can I do that? All right, I don’t believe in laws, or the system by any means, whatsoever. I try not to obey them at anytime. That's what I believe in not believing in."
"So what keeps you alive?"
"Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of Marlboro Reds. And, uh, I don’t - what keeps me alive, shit. Music, I have to listen to music all day long. I'd say that keeps me going. I’m a pretty dark person, I’ve thought about ending it a million times. And I have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing."
Thank you
Sitting in the studio thinking about which mood would go
Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever
It still'll come up clever,
I just need to free my thoughts
And Lord knows that I know better, but I ain't perfect
I ain't seen too many churches or know them testament verses
You should either hear me now or go deaf
Or end up dead, die trying and know death
Might end up dead, swallow blood, swallow my breath
Fuck a funeral, just make sure you pay my music respect, nigga
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
You see my art is all I have
And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt
Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car
Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from
We buy guns and more guns to give to the young
I'm living the life of a nigga trapped, nigga
Inside the system all you envision is trap niggas
My uncle doing life inside prison; he wasn't wrapped too tight
He told me "Rap about life, not rap niggas"
That's why I'm shaking my head when you rap-dissin'
My stomach start turning, my nerves get to twitching
I start evaluating, then my final intuition
Is that you wishing a come up, would just come up
We used to beefing over turf, fuck beefing over a verse
Niggas dying, motherfuck a double entendre
And this is Comp-ton, lions in the land of the triumph
Wrap-Saran our defiance, ban our alliance
Put burners in the hands of the black man
One hood with 20 four-fours like a cloned Kobe Bryant
You probably heard I wanna be heard and wonder who I am
You probably even listened to "Faith," and think I know Zion
But really I'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
Because it seem like it's always clashing with science
I got a big fear of flying
My future so bright I'd probably go blind before I blink twice
I ain't lying
I swear to God, half of y'all just don't know Kendrick
The school of hard knocks, we was the first ones in attendance
You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness
You just mind your business
You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis
It's kind of scary, ain't it?
You can't act like no bitch, that only got Tyler Perry famous
Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless?
'Cause your pops wasn't anxious to see you and you hate it
So much you probably had your burner tucked at graduation
So if you see him on 'em bleachers then you kill him
Facing 25 to life with a murder charge
Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to God
I pray these bars get farther than Compton
And if our record never break, I still won’t break my promise
I promise to keep it honest
Secret society, all we ask is trust
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
The people scared of annihilation when Kingdom Come
And I'm like, "The Kendrick Lamar OD in less than a month, all right?"
Gotta keep it pushing
Can't let the government tell me how my future looking
I'm on Rosecrans and Central trying to duck the central bookins'
If the fucking pigs get behind me then you know I'm bookin'
Never will I surrender
I been a warrior when I came out my mom's placenta
In the gutter lane like I'm Master Splinter
How splendid, I guess my project had did it
Got all these niggas approaching they mixtapes different
They said seven tracks, I said 15
Called it an EP, they said I’m trippin'
But little did they know, I’m tryna' change the rules
That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions
Uppity bitches handling business
Killing our dreams, stealing our vision
Out in Haiti, adolescents barely have a home
In LA everybody think they fucking on
Hop on Twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit
Who we hanging with and bragging about the iPhone
I swear to God most of y'all cats just don’t know Kendrick
You barely know yourself, so I guess most of y'all should be offended
Ain’t doing this for my health, I’m tryna' purchase my momma dem' Benzes
Occupying my time with riches, justifying my time ambitions
Just to coincide, just to go inside, plus we idolize why we living
Look, the mastermind took the master's mind
Just the perfect time, just to master mine
Just to match the grind with precision
Look, the mastermind took - 
We would like to call this an appreciation tape for those who recognized the Kendrick Lamar EP. For this is the Kendrick Lamar OD. Because of you we are Overly Dedicated
We hurt people that love us, love people that
Hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us
Hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us
Hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us
Sometimes I, sometimes I feel we share
Nothing in common, it ain't fair
But where do we seem to fall
Where do we seem to fall
Tender love and care, once upon a time
Once upon a time, we was there
She says she loves me
She says she loves me
So she clings to me, even when I want to be left alone
But she's beautiful
Like, sometimes, when I have things on my mind, she's the perfect person to listen
And she only gives advice, she says, when I give her a cue
She says she loves me
Like when I wake up in the morning, she's sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate of food, wanting to feed me
She says she needs me
She says she loves me
Or like when I'm stepping out of the shower, she's standing there with the towel, wanting to, wanting to dry me off
She says, she says she loves me
So instead of admitting that she has made another mistake
She says she loves me... and I don't know about love
Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?
Bitch, are you happy for me?
Really, are you happy for me?
Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?
Yeah, I'm out the way, are you happy for me?
Truth, it resides in the fire
The need of it's dire
Deceiving the lies, I know
Truth, it resides in the fire
The need of it's dire
Deceiving the lies, I know
The cat is out the bag, I am not your savior
I find it just as difficult to love thy neighbors
Especially when people got ambiguous favors
But they hearts not in it, see, everything's for the paper
The struggle for the right side of history
Independent thought is like an eternal enemy
Capitalists posing as compassionates be offending me
Yeah, suck my dick with authenticity
Yeah, Tupac dead, gotta think for yourself
Yeah, heroes looking for the villains to help
I never been sophisticated, saving face
Being manipulative, such an acquired taste
I rubbed elbows with people that was for the people
They all greedy,
I don't care for no public speaking
And they like to wonder where I've been
Protecting my soul in the valley of silence
Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm 
Ain't shit changed, still fuckin' and rappin'
Two bad bitches here, Cartier glasses, huh
Her friend got pornography habits (
"Give me that bitch!" "But, sir!"
)
Rollie gang, Rollie gang, Rollie gang
Hundred thousand on her, she know she gang 
Rover gang, Rover gang, Rover gang 
Range brothers out the roof, we're not the Wayans 
Bitch, I hate to tell the truth, we're not the same 
I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game 
Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf
Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home
Take one, take two, take three, heave it
Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve, nigga, believe it
Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me, is he Jesus?
Let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Top of the mornin', top of the mornin'
Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this shit
Let's get this shit, let's, hmm
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police, they gon' have to come and get me
If it feel good to you, holler if you hear me
Church is definitely on the move and now we done took it up to the cathedral
'Cause the ism is enormous, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
We out here rotating under the five P's
Proper preparation prevents poor performance, You know what I'm talking 'bout?
Doing my thing 'cause I'm rotating with my speakers thumping
From the Windy City streets all the way out here to the streets of Compton
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Church is definitely on the move and we gon' continue to hustle and grow and develop by far
As I rotate with my true player partner by the name of Kendrick Lamar, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
This is the ism, this is the vision, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
Gotta get up off your ass and get it, man
That's the only way your pockets gon' expand
I tell you everyday, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
Apply yourself to supply your wealth
Only limitations you'll ever have are those that you place upon yourself
Church is definitely on the move, you know what I'm talking 'bout?
Exercise your ism, and don't depend on no one else
Cathedral, church, ism
The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket signs
But it can do what it want whenever it want, I don't mind
He said I gotta get up, life is more than suicide
One day at a time, sun gonna shine
I went to war last night
With an automatic weapon, don't nobody call a medic
I'ma do it 'til I get it right
I went to war last night
I've been dealing with depression ever since an adolescent
Duckin' every other blessin', I can never see the message
I could never take the lead, I could never bob and weave
From a negative and letting them annihilate me
And it's evident I'm moving at a meteor speed
Finna run into a building, lay my body in the street
Keep my money in the ceiling, let my mama know I'm free
Give my story to the children and a lesson they can read
And the glory to the feeling of the holy unseen
Seen enough, make a motherfucker scream, "I love myself!"
I lost my head
I must've misread what the good book said
Oh, woes keep me,
it's a jungle inside
Give myself again 'til the well runs dry 
I hope I'm not too late to set my demons straight
I know I made you wait, but how much can you take?
I hope you see the God in me, I hope you can see
And if it's up, stay down for me, yeah
Baby, you make me pray for London
Yeah, 'cause if I won it all without you involved 
I guess it's all for nothing
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuckin' it up 
Miss Regrets, I believe that you done me wrong 
Miss Regrets, can you please exit out my home? 
Miss Regret, I think I'm better off alone 
 Miss Regret, I got these deep regrets
Some things I can't forget
Lord knows, I tried my best
You said it's not my best
I came up out my flesh
Something's up, must confess 
Spoke my truth, paid my debt 
Can't you see I'm a wreck? 
Let me loose, I digress 
This is me, and I'm blessed 
This is me, and I'm blessed 
This is me, and I'm blessed 
This is me, and I'm blessed 
Anybody fightin' through the stress? 
Anybody fightin' through the—?
What the—
Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers
Non-profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars 
Hollywood corporate in school, teachin' philosophies
You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology
Silent murderer, what's your body count? Who your sponsorship?
Objectified so many bitches, I killed their confidence
The media's the new religion, you killed the consciousness
Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments
Niggas killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive
If your opinion fuck 'round and leak, might as well send your will
The industry has killed the creators, I'll be the first to say
To each exec', "I'm saving your children"—We can't negotiate
I caught a couple of bodies myself, slid my community
My last Christmas toy drive in Compton handed out eulogies
Not because the rags in the park had red gradient
But because the high blood pressure flooded the caterin'
So what's the difference 'tween your life when hiding motives?
More fatalities and reality bring you closure
The noble person that goes to work and pray like they 'posed to?
Slaughter people too, your murder's just a bit slower
I'm a killer, he's a killer, she's a killer, bitch
We some killers, walkin' zombies, tryna scratch that itch
Germophobic, hetero and homophobic
Photoshoppin' lies and motives
Hide your eyes, then pose for the pic'
And now we dump'n out the roof, 
Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit
Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew
And now we dump'n out the roof, 
Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit
Uh, walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew
This is my life and I look at it like its my last
And I'm lookin' right past the future as I reminisce on my past
And I don't even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast
And I don't even drink like I used too, and I don't even smoke
So you know this natural flow is for users that want to go to rehab
Lookin' at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them
Then but I won't say my bad, see I just lay in the cut
Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what
See now we dump'n out the roof
Now everybody put your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
And this still the hardest shit you've heard from LA this far
And I'm this far, from a discharge, but never will I diss y'all
This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball
And they wonder why these California earthquakes hittin' so hard
I'm So-Cal, you so-called rappers need to go call Ghostbusters
'Cause you busters are Casper when I go off
I show up to show out and show off
You a hundred percent behind me
And if you are, then wreck your car
And walk up to my crime scene
I remember bein' seventeen, wishin' someone would sign me
Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me
Backin' down bargains, backin' down bitches
We gon' flip her
Once she off that blue dolphin, you gon' tip her
'Cause ignorance is bliss
And Willie B, I'm a fool on your beats
I bleed out the speaker
as the speaker that spoke when they didn't speak
And I'm so happy I cry
Cause I can't believe
All the things I ever wanted
Are finally happening for me
And it's so surreal
That I almost feel
That any minute I can wake up
From this fantasy
When you pray so hard
And you've come so far
And you know that it's the time for you to lift your bar
And I'm gonna do it
Watch me!
I'm so high I can touch the sky
I know it's my time
And it's now or never
I shine so bright I light the night
And it feels so right, ain't nothing better
I'm so high I can touch the sky
I know it's my time
And it's now or never
I shine so bright I light the night
And it feels so right, ain't nothing better
Shit on my mind and it's heavy
Tell you in pieces 'cause it's way too heavy
My diamonds, the choker is heavy
More life to give on demand, are you ready
Who keep 'em honest like us?
Who in alignment like us?
Who gotta heal 'em all? Us 
When there's no one to call us 
[Outro: Tanna Leone, Kendrick Lamar,
Eckhart Tolle
]
Say, "Hydrate, it's time to heal"
Safe, you're frustrated, I can feel
Huddle up, tie the flag, call the troops, holla back
Huddle up, tie the flag, call the troops, holla back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
People get taken over by this pain-body
Because this energy field
that almost has a life of its own
It needs to
,
periodically, feed on more unhappiness
I know she 'bout to ask me how she look
I tell her beautiful and how long it took
For you to put it on, it was early in the morn'
She resembled a model out of a MAC book
Concentrating on the way my eyeliner thickens
He stand behind me and try to figure her vision
Of prettiness, the wittiness of colors on my skin tone
My complexion in a direction I've outgrown
I feel like it's not enough
I can never put on too much makeup
Yeah, I know your imperfections, I be constantly stressing
From him is where I get it from, they tell me I need to
Smile at least once in a while
I hate my lips, my nose, my eyebrows
It's the beauty in me, but what he don't see
Is that I had a black eye— to be continued, eleven
Ladies and gentlemen
And you ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
You ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
And you ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
You ain't gotta get drunk to have fun
I love the way you put it on your eyes
The roses on your face light up the sky
Those lips are colorful all of the time
And girl, that's fine, but I wanna know, do you mind?
No makeup today, no makeup today, today
No makeup today, no makeup today
And girl, that's fine, but I wanna know, do you mind?
Come here, girl
Oh, you want me to touch you right there?
Oh, like a little lamb, play in your hair
Oh you want it? Oh you want it right now
Like that? I got you baby
All on you baby
Push it back on daddy
Push it back on daddy, baby
I seen it vividly, jogging my brain memory, life no—
I seen it vividly, jogging my brain memory
Life no longer infinity, this was the final calling
No birds chirping or flying, no dogs barking
We all nervous and crying, moving in caution
In disbeliefs our belief's the reason for all this
The tallest building plummet, cracking, and crumbling
The ground is shaking, swallowing young woman
With a baby, daisies, and other flowers burning in destruction
The smell is disgusting, the heat is unbearable
Preachers touching on boys run for cover, the paranoid
Rapists and murderers hurdle alleys
Valleys and high places turn into dust
Famous screaming in agony
Atheists for suicide, planes falling out the sky
Trains jumping off the track,
mothers yelling "he's alive"
Backpedaling Christians settling for forgiveness
Evidence all around us the town is covered in fishes
Ocean water dried out, fire burning more tides out
Tabernacle and city capital turned inside out
Public bathroom, college classroom's been deserted
Another trumpet has sounded off and everyone heard it
 no more running from world wars
 no more discriminating the poor
 no more bad bitches and real niggas
Wishing for green and gold the last taste of allure
I swore I seen it vividly
A moniker of war from heaven that play the symphony
Thunder like number four,
then I heard
"What have you did for me"
I fell to my knees, pulled out my resume
That dated back to June 17th, 1987
My paperwork was like a receipt
I was valedictorian, I was fearful of judgment
But confident I had glory in all my past endeavors
Close my eyes, pray to God that I live forever
Dark skies, fire and brimstone, some of us sent home
Some of us never did wrong but still went to hell
Geez Louise, I thought you said that I excel
I made To Pimp a Butterfly for you
Told me to use my vocals to save mankind for you
Say I didn't try for you, say I didn't ride for you
I tithed for you, I pushed the club to the side for you
Who love you like I love you?
Crucifix, tell me you can fix
Anytime I need,
I'ma start jotting everything in my diary
Never would you lie to me
Always camaraderie, I can see, our days been numbered
Revelation greatest as we hearing the last trumpet
All man, child, woman, life completely went in reverse
I guess I'm running in place trying to make it to church
Young nigga act an ass
Young nigga act a fool
Young nigga get yo' cash
Young nigga do what it do
Young nigga go, young nigga go
Young nigga go, young nigga go
Whatever makes all of you happy in this bitch
Just take it all back before the light switch
All alone, I watch you watch her
Like she's the only girl you've ever seen
You don't care, you never did
You don't give a damn about me
Yeah, all alone, I watch you watch her
She is the only thing you've ever seen
How is it you never notice
That you are slowly killing me?
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don't want to, but I can't put
Nobody else above you
I hate you, I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I'll never be her
Hat down, cross town, livin' like a rockstar
Spent a lot of money on my brand new guitar
Baby's got a habit: diamond rings and Fendi sports bras
Ridin' down Rodeo in my Maserati sports car
Got no stress, I've been through all that
I'm like a Marlboro Man so I kick on back
Wish I could roll on back to that old town road
I wanna ride 'til I can't no more
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I got the horses in the back
Horse tack is attached
Hat is matte black
Got the boots that's black to match
Ridin' on a horse, ha
You can whip your Porsche
I been in the valley
You ain't been up off that porch, now
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Ridin' on a tractor
Lean all in my bladder
Cheated on my baby
You can go and ask her
My life is a movie
Bull ridin' and boobies
Cowboy hat from Gucci
Wrangler on my booty
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I got the hor-
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me in the morning, I'll be on the way
Call me when you want, call me when you need
Call me out by your name, I'll be on the way like
Oh, call me by your name 
Tell me you love me in private
Call me by your name 
I do not care if you're lyin'
I told you long ago on the road
I got what they waiting for 
I don't run from nothing, dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em I ain't layin' low 
You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He don't run from nothin', dog
Get your soldiers, tell 'em that the break is over
Yeah
I'm the industry baby, mmm
I'm the industry baby
Yeah
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
"Nasty Nas—"
I will
Not lose
(
God's son across the belly, I'll prove you lost already
), uh
The king is back
Where my crown at?
(
Ill Will
)
Ill Will, rest in peace
, let's do it, niggas
 Fuck with your soul like ether
 Teach you, the king, you know you
 God's Son across the belly
 I'll prove you lost already
Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
,
you traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin' chased through your building
Callin' my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was give you a style for you to run with
Smilin' in my face, glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy
,
a Stan
I'll still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class?
You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge?
Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit you need to learn, though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow 
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy 
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all tryna take my spot, fellas?
Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?
Negro, please
, ha,
you no-mustache-havin'
With whiskers like a rat
,
compared to Beans, you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin' with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G
And Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons, ha
R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label, gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn, you on Jaz dick
So little Shawny's gettin' gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? 
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten 
Break it down
It's yours, it's yours
It's yours, it's yours
I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home
I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana,
stabbin' women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin' Big Willie style
Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash loot in fly clothes,
burnin' dollars to light my stoge
Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames,
plus the games people play
Bust the problems of the world today
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this?
Yeah, aight
To everybody in Queens, the foundation 
The world is yours
To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours 
The world is yours
To everybody in Brooklyn
Y'all know the world is yours 
The world is yours
Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours 
Long Island, yo, the world is yours 
Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours 
South Bronx, the world is yours 
Aight
Sabali, sabali, sabali yonkote
Sabali, sabali, sabali kiye
Ni kêra môgô
Sabali, sabali, sabali yonkote
Sabali, sabali, sabali kiye
Ni kêra môgô
It's crazy when you feed people the truth you don't know how they're gonna react
You're scared of wrong doers, people that just ignorant
You're scared of the truth, be patient for now
Who wrote the Bible? Who wrote the Qur'an?
And was it a lightning storm
That gave birth to the Earth
And then dinosaurs were born? damn
Who made up words? Who made up numbers?
And what kind of spell is mankind under?
Everything on the planet we preserve and can it
Microwaved it and try it
No matter what we'll survive it
What's hue? What's man? What's human?
Anything along the land we consuming
Eatin', deletin', ruin
Trying to get paper
Gotta have land, gotta have acres
So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson
Watch niggas play the game like the Lakers
In a world full of 52 fakers
Gypsies, seances, mystical prayers
You superstitious? throw salt over your shoulders
Make a wish for the day cuz
Like somebody got a doll of me
Stickin' needles in my arteries
But I can't feel it
Sometimes it's like 'part of me, but I got a real big spirit'
I'm fearless, I'm fearless
Don't you try and grab hold of my soul
It's like a military soldier since seven years old
I held real dead bodies in my arms
Felt their body turn cold, oh
Why we born in the first place
If this is how we gotta go?
Damn
This goes to all the wisdom and knowledge seekers of the World
Sabali, Patience, yeah
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back
Y'a–Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
]
Thug niggas, yo, to them thug niggas
Gettin' it on in the world, you know?
To them niggas that's locked down
Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'?
To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide
Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
9-6 shit, The Firm clique
Illmatic
, nigga,
It Was Written
though
It's been a long time comin'
Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy
Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo
Bring the shit, man! Live, man!
9-6 shit
They wanna know if I'll be lastin'
Bitch, even if I started floppin', there'd be fashion
Poppin' up in movies, ain't no Nasy, bitch, it's Ashton
Hee, hee, I'm bad as Michael Jackson
Dun, dun, dun
Ayy, it's a holiday
I got hoes on hoes and they out of control, yeah
Ayy, this another one
All my niggas on go and I hope that you know it
I can't even close my eyes
And I don't know why, guess I don't like surprises
I can't even stay away from the game that I play
They gon' know us today, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Daytrip took it to ten 
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
To all my niggas locked up
From Queensbridge and all over
To my man , one love
To my man Herb, one love
To my man , one love
Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big , one love
To , yeah, one love
Oh, here we go, please let me know
Oh, 'fore you go, don't leave me in the cold
If I took you everywhere, then well, you wouldn't know how to walk
If I spoke on your behalf, then well, you wouldn't know how to talk
If I gave you everything and everything is what I bought
I can take it all back, I never cared 'bout what you thought
I thought you would stay with me
I'm yours and you're mine, I envy
So what I'm gon' do?
I don't have no clue, ain't no me without you
]
If I ruled the world 
I'd free all my sons,
I love 'em, love 'em, baby
Black diamonds and pearls
If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world, if I ruled, if I ruled 
I'd free all my sons, if I ruled, if I ruled
I love 'em, love 'em baby
Black diamonds and pearls, black diamonds, black diamonds
If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world, if I ruled
If I ruled, I'd free all my sons
Black diamonds, I love 'em love 'em baby
Black diamonds and pearls, if I ruled
If I ruled the world
If I ruled the world
I love 'em, love 'em baby!
Thank god I ain't–
Thank god I ain't have to smack that bitch today
Whoa, catch a case
Punch that bitch right in her face, ooh
Ayy, yeah!
Sugar Trap!
It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail
The mic is contacted, I attract clientele
My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath
I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps
Deep like The Shining, sparkle like a diamond
Sneak a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin'
Hit the Earth like a comet—invasion!
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian:
half-man, half-amazin'
‘Cause in my physical I can express through song
Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong
I drink Moët with Medusa, give her shotguns in Hell
From the spliff that I lift and inhale; it ain't hard to tell
The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up
Not stories by Aesop
Place your loot up, parties I shoot up
Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L
School a fool well, you feel it like Braille
It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill, like Shaquille holds a pill
Vocabulary spills, I'm Ill plus Matic
I freak beats,
slam it, like Iron Sheik
Jam like a TEC with correct techniques
So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me
Scannin' while you're plannin' ways to sabotage me
I leave 'em froze, like heroin in your nose
Nas will rock well; it ain't hard to tell
This rhythmatic explosion
Is what your frame of mind has chosen
I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggas is frozen
Speak with criminal slang,
begin like a violin
End like Leviathan, it's deep? Well, let me try again
Wisdom be leakin' out my grapefruit, troop
I dominate break loops,
givin' mics men-e-strual cycles
Street's disciple,
I rock beats that's mega trifle
And groove even smoother than moves by Villanova
You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra
Packin' like a Rasta in the weed spot
Vocals will squeeze Glocks
MCs eavesdrop, though they need not to sneak
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas' raps should be locked in a cell; it ain't hard to tell
I want someone to love me
I need someone who needs me
'Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night
And it's just me in my dreams
So I want someone to love
That's what I fuckin' want
I want someone to love me
I need someone who needs me
'Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night
And it's just me in my dreams
So I want someone to love
That's what I fuckin' want
Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing
No doubt
Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel
My poetry's deep, I never fell
Nas is like; half-man, half-amazing
No doubt ; Nas is like
Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas!
You bitch ass motherfuckers!
Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker!
Yeah, yeah, let's bring it back
That's just a warm up
‘Cause I can– on anybody, anybody
True say, I want and I need
To let go, use my time to be free
It's like it's always what you like
It's always what you like
Why it's always what you like?
It's always what you like, huh
Ain't no more actin', man, that forecast say I should just let me grow
No more red light for me, baby, only green, I gotta go
Pack my past up in the back, oh, let my future take ahold
This is what I gotta do, can't be regrettin' when I'm old
Brand new places I'll choose and I'll go, I know
Embracin' this news I behold unfolding
I know, I know, I know it don't feel like it's time
But I look back at this moment, I'll see that I'm fine
I know, I know, I know it don't feel like it's time
I set boundaries for myself, it's time to cross the line
True say, I want and I need
To let go, use my time to be free
It's like it's always what you like
It's always what you like
Why it's always what you like?
It's always what you like, uh
Ain't no more actin', man, that forecast say I should just let me grow
No more red light for me, baby, only green, I gotta go
Pack my past up in the back, oh, let my future take ahold
This is what I gotta do, can't be regrettin' when I'm old
"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Me number one, and you know where me from"
 It's still halftime
 To the Queensbridge crew
To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime
 '92, it's halftime
 Yo police, police man,
yo let's get ghost
Halftime…
Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye
Wordlessly watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
The Firm, baby, Vol. 1
I thought you want this for my life, for my life
Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied
Now when it's all done, I get the upper hand
I need a big Benz, not another fan
But I still want you as a fan
I'ma need to sit down, don't mean to make demands
But I need you to...
Say to me what you want from me
Just say to me what you want from me
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten 
All I need is one mic 
All I need is one mic 
All I need is one mic 
All I need is one mic 
You need an instant ease
From your life where you got plenty
Of every hurt and heartbreak 
You just take it all to the face
I know that you want to cry
But there's much more to life than dying
Over your past mistakes 
And people who threw dirt on your name
Ha-ah, ha-ah, no-ah
Up with the weights, I work 
Down with the pack, I roll 
Now up with the sack and you know that I deserve it
Half and half when we split the purse, yeah
The preacher man said:
"Please remember that your savior's on the way"
I still remember when the teacher man said:
"I wouldn't make it", but I made it anyway
I remember sey it wasn't easy
Right now everyting is amazing
That I be driving 'em loco
Them are taking my photo
I remember that they telling me no, no
Right now everyting is global
Steady driving dem loco
Them are taking my photo
Up with the weights, I work
And down with the pack, I roll
Now up with the sack and you know that I deserve it
Half and half when we split the purse
Look, in '09 we used to get high baby
Lowkey we was like Bonnie and Clyde baby
It was plain as day we still tried to hide
Them feelings inside do you remember the times baby
Remember we used to vibe baby
You roll it up and I used to drive baby
You light it up and I gripped your thigh baby
Aye, just tell me it's mine baby
Yeah, she like nigga where you at
I told you two rights, at the light make a left 
And you already know
Park in the visitor so you won't get towed
It's been a minute baby I've been on the road
I'm getting money 'cause I gotta do shows
Yeah, go tell her that I'm home
And tell her I can't talk on the phone
'Cause you know i'm doing
Doing 80 in a 60 fuck a ticket
'Cause I ain't had that pussy in a minute 
I told her when I get it I'ma hit it 
She told me that she want I'll be there when I'm finished
Ooh girl, I'm on the way 
I just left the club and I'm 'bout to make a play I'm on the way 
She told me that she cooking I said gone and make a plate
I'm on the way ay ya ya ya
I'm on the way ay ya ya ya
I'm on the way ay ya ya ya
I'm on the way ay ya ya ya
Aye 
Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, yeah, we bring it every time
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine
Yeah, hey yo, Salaam
Yeah, I think they know the time
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine, yeah
Life is good, life is good, yeah
Life is good, no matter what, life is good
Life is good, life is good, yeah
No matter what, life is good
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
I heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
Where is he, the man who was just like me?
Heard he was hidin' somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up
But I just wanna see you dream up
I finally understand
It ain't easy to raise a girl as a single man
Nah, the way mothers feel for they sons
How fathers feel for they daughters
When he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
When she date, we wait behind the door with a sawed-off
‘Cause we think no one is good enough for our daughters
Love
I know I can 
Be what I wanna be 
If I work hard at it 
I'll be where I wanna be 
I know I can 
Be what I wanna be 
If I work hard at it 
I'll be where I wanna be 
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music, y'all
Save the music
You think I'ma come this far
And let you niggas stop me now?
I hate you too!
You can hate me now, 
But I won't stop now 
'Cause I can't stop now, 
You can hate me now 
But I won't stop now 
'Cause I can't stop now 
You can hate me now
You can hate me now
I like this, I like the way this feels
It's a thin line between paper and hate
Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights
Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come
Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs
Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows
Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one
Took a little time to claim my spot
Jamming up the border to this game stop, and I side with the Lord
Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors
Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws
Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks
Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' them up
Niggas fear what they don't understand
Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just inferior man
Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin'
I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin', c'mon!
You ain't never seen a nigga like me ever in your life
And that's what you can't understand!
You can hate me now, 
But I won't stop now 
'Cause I can't stop now, 
You can hate me now 
But I won't stop now 
'Cause I can't stop now 
You can hate me now
You can hate me now
You can hate me now, 
But I won't stop now 
It ain't gon' never stop, niggas!
EPMD, we back in business
I visualize what it is, not what it isn't
We at the mafia table next to the kitchen
Eatin' Michelin Stars, countin' a million
End up falling for you
I find myself calling for you
Into the dark I followed you but
I should’ve known this ain’t the type of shit I’d go through
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
Send me away
I feel you, I feel you
I feel you, I feel you ABC
You take me up and down and I follow you like ABC
You act like you in it but you were never here with me
I wish it could be
Wish it could be like ABC
So you ain't let Nas down
It's just part of the game, becoming a rap king, my nigga
You ain't let Nas down
How that sound? Here the crown, pass it to you like nothin', nigga
You ain't let Nas down
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
Slick Rick was like Jesus, G Rap wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
Large Professor's my mentor, that's how the story end
Yeehaw
Yeah, yeah
New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving, same old two-step
Try to stay alive when they be out robbing
I been out rhyming since born knowledge
Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr
,
so I'ma
Keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Love model chocha, mami pop it like she 'pose to
Eyes red shot like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
Mini me's you can hold up
Before you end up wet up from my soldier
Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto in the hood
Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don
Nas di don Nas di don Nas di don, dance
Inna New York City-city, New York City-city
New York City-city, New York City-city, New York...
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
Watch me as I walk through the folly, golly, New York to Saudi
In Italy, I'm Eduardo Baccari
But Nasty the hustler, nasty like mustard gas, sulfur
And I could sell Alaska to Russia, no pressure
My first house, 11,000-square-feet mansion
It was a haunted by dead rich whites
Mad a nigga bought his crib to hang up pictures of black Christ
Circular driveways, black cars and black ice
My second house, still in my twenties, illin' with money
Chilled through my spine, spillin' wine, it's funny
Did good for a staircase loiterer
, euphoria
What you saw when you seen a teen turn to a warrior
Did every Fourth of July, bustin' in the sky
It was important to a guy who was mob-minded
Future Murciélago driver 'til Lambos got average on me
I started likin' the look like I ain't had no money
Yellow taxi seats over Maybach seats
Just to remind me, just to inspire me
To stay focused, it's a real sick society
Just 'cause I got your support don't mean you're buyin' me
I'm buyin' back the land owned by the slave masters
Where my ancestors lived, just to say a rapper
Made a change, the pants-sagger put plans in action
To lay claim the Pan-African made it happen
You'll live, and you'll learn
See 'cause you've never been the same anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
You'll live, and you'll learn
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
If I had everything, everything
I could change anything
If I changed anything, I mean anything
I would change everything, oh yeah
Dark boy, don't you cry
There's too much life left in those eyes
Don't you let that face go waterfall
Don't you learn to love your scars and all
Dark boy, don't you die
They're just human, let them lie
You just know your world and speak your truth
And let them come to you
For you'll love, in your heart
See 'cause you've never been the same as anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
This is your call, there are no wrongs
See you'll never conclude with anyone else
Don't think the same as everyone else
One time 4 your mind, one time
It sounds clever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yeah, whatever
One time 4 your mind, one time
Yo, from '92 to '99
Yeah, that shit was crazy phat, pah
Know what I’m sayin'?
But check it, you got another verse for me
I want you to kick it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kick that shit for the projects
Tell me it's okay
Tell me it's okay
Tell me it's okay
Tell me it's okay 
Tell me it's okay 
Tell me it's okay
Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ayy
Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve
Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree
I hope our feelings don’t fade
I know we know we need space
I’m sorry, I know it’s late
But I’ve got something to say
It’s gonna be okay, okay tonight
It’s gonna be okay, okay
It’s gonna be okay, okay tonight
Cuz tomorrow’s just a dream away
It’s gonna be okay, okay tonight
It’s gonna be okay, okay
It’s gonna be okay, okay tonight
Cuz tomorrow’s just a dream away
]
 Baby.. baby
You know I'm saying bye-bye 
I can't believe that this is happening to us
'Cause I'm saying bye-bye 
I guess you knew and blew a good thing
You know I'm saying bye-bye
I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby
'Til we make love just one more time
Make it seem forever
This is our last and final goodbye
Goodbye
Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!
I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out!
Light them Phillies up, man!
Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man
Light some Phillies up then!
Pass that henrock, pass that henrock!
Nigga, act like you know!
Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser
I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga
I'm saying though, man
What is it, what is it, baby?
What is it, son, what is it?
You know what time it is
I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying?
Niggas don't listen, man
Representin',
it's Illmatic
Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song, don't be long
Thrill me to the marrow
Voices of the angels
Ring around the moonlight
Asking me, said she's so free
How can you catch the sparrow?
Lacy, lilting, lyric
Losing love, lamenting
Change my life, make it right
Be my lady
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
¡Que linda!
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Me recuerda a Cuba
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
La reina de la Mar Caribe
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Quiero sólo visitarla allí
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Y que triste que no puedo. ¡Vaya!
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
O Va! O Va!
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do, do, do, do-do
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?
They shootin'! Aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up
Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at?
I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers
Like Pun said: you ain't even en mi clasa
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is
Show me love, let me feel how the head is
Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness
A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousness
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For you wack MC's
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that
For you wack MC's
Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga
Yeah, yo, official Queensbridge murderers
Mobb Deep keep it real, though
Motherfuckin' AZ, yo
'Mega, 'Mega, whatever
Scarlett O'Hara, Fox Boogie
East New York
Yambo
,
Brownsville
Wizard,
Far Rockaway
Big Bo, Jersey
Connecticut, DC, Sudan
VA, NC, LA
So on and so on
Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward
Black Ed, keep it real, Moe
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box,
and that TEC that kept crying
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him
He squeezed harder
, I didn't budge
Sick of the blood, sick of them thugs
Sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over wit'
Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
Shit, I been workin' on my body, yeah 
Workin' overtime to make sure I'll be the scoop
They gon' know me, scoop
Well, baby
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I got the horses in the back
Horse tack is attached
Hat is matte black
Got the boots that's black to match
Ridin' on a horse, ha
You can whip your Porsche
I been in the valley
You ain't been up off that porch, now
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
I got the homis in my bag 
Have you heard of that? 
Homis made of steel, from Korea, they the be-e-est
Ridin' to the farm 
Grabbin' all the corn 
We gon' get yo' money with my homi in your backyard
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Can't nobody tell me nothin'
You can't tell me nothin'
Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the Seoul town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I think they're scared of us, yeah
I think they're scared of us
I think they're scared of us, yeah
I think they scared
I think they scared of us, yeah
I think they scared of us
See, we don't care about what you think about us
I think they scared of us, yeah
What you say about us
I think they scared
You bitch ass, yeah
Ayo, that's why they be killing us and shooting us
That's why they feel uncomfortable around us
'Cause of our greatness
You're lucky God made us compassionate
And forgiving
Pssh, man, they scared of us, Nas
We see that bitch in your eyes
Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming
Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing
Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans
G'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing
Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady
Worshiping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me
The street raised me up giving a fuck
I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up
I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody
Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy
Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money
With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry
A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years
Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career
But I'm a rebel, stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt
With Jeeps tinted out, spending, never holding out
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something
*Gunshot*
"Yeah nigga, what?!"
"Oh, shit!"
"Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!"
"Yo, they shot dun, dawg!"
"Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-"
"Look! We on his back right now
We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!"
"I want some more nigga, come on!"
"Yo, come on run, yo!"
"Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!"
"Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!"
"Yo, I twisted that kid, right?"
"Yeah the hell you did, man"
"Yo why you-"
"Yo, yo, come on though"
"Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo"
"You think somebody peeped that?"
"Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o-
Get rid of the heat, yo!"
"Fuck that!"
"Get rid of the heat, yo"
*Gunshot*
"C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon"
"We gotta bounce, yo!"
"Let's bounce!"
[Bridge: Aloe Blacc +
sample
+
together
]
Oh, I was born in the eye of a storm
No lovin' arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm here 
'Cause
"I wrote my way—"
out!
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the projects"
"—pick—"
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the—"
"—picked up the pen like Hamilton"
"I wrote my way out of the pro—"
"—wrote—"
"—wrote my way out of the projects"
"Really, I saw, like, a hole in the rap game, so, if I wanted to put my little two cents in the game, then it would be from a different perspective."
"I thought that I would represent for my neighborhood and tell their story, be their voice, in a way that nobody has done it. Tell the real story."
 Nasty kid
 Yeah...
 The kid!  Yeah...
 Nasty kid 
For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
Saying, "It was Nas I used to hustle with"
I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish
Guns on my waist, past this
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
And joinin' the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin'
Fake it 'til you make it,
I've driven those toys
Been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener,
sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga
Just make me feel special
And make me feel loved
Make me feel something
Lately life’s made me numb
I just want to hold you
For just long enough
So you don’t get tired of me telling you
I love you so much
I love you so much
I love you so much
I love you so much
I love you so much
So don’t make me, no
Don’t make me go
Don’t make me
In a city I don’t know
Hit me three times ‘fore the show
I need sleep tonight
You'll be in my dreams tonight, tho'
Treat you like you're dead right now
I'm on your head right now
You wanna fuck with me so bad right now
Well, now you can't right now, oh, oh, oh
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– 
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– 
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– 
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– 
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
The cops shot the kid
I still hear him scream
It's the return of the prince, the boss
This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit soft
Sip Cris', get chips, wrist glist', I floss
Stick shift look sick up in that Boxster Porsche
With the top cut off
, rich kids go and cop
The Source
They don't know about the blocks I'm on
And everybody wanna know where the kid go
Where he rest at, where he shop at and dress at
Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the Bridge?
Does he really know how ill that he is?
Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels
Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that
It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains
Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that
Who am I? The back twister, lingerie ripper
Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter
Keepin' it gangsta with ya
I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun
You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
Got yourself a gun 
I got mine, I hope you got yourself a gun
You from the hood, I hope you got yourself a gun
You want beef? Hope you got yourself a gun
And when I see you, I'ma take what I want, so
You tried to front, hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
Everybody
Get down, get down! Get down, get down!
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get down!
All I really gotta say is that
If that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you really look at it
My folk against your folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody got to make a change
I know you know better than to go 
I know you know better than to go 
]
You know what my dad always says? 
That love is when all your happiness and all your sadness
And all your feelings are dependent upon another person 
So I guess I love you 
I tried to fill the space
Forget for my mistakes
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
I can't forget your face
Come home, don't fade away
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
You just can't be replaced
 Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooh...
Staaaaaaaay... Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh
Oooh-oooh-ooooooh, ooooh-ooh-oh...
Leave a message
When no one else is near you
So no one else can hear you
Tell me everything
Leave a message
When there's no one else around
I don't wanna hear it now but can't seem to turn you down
Leave a message
There's ideas we had, that we no longer know
There's places we've been, that we no longer go
There's things we learn, that we don't wanna know
And there's people we love, that we have to let go
Leave a message
When no one else is near you
So no one else can hear you
Tell me everything
Leave a message
When there's no one else around
I don't wanna hear it now but can't seem to turn you down
Leave a message
"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!
Y'all don't hear me now! Somebody help me!"
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Think about how many times I have fallen
Spirits are using me, larger voices calling
What heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten 
I have been around the world 
Looking for that woman-girl
Who knows love can endure
And you know it will
And you know it will
So we cheated and we lied and we tested
And we never failed to fail
It was the easiest thing to do
You will survive being bested
Somebody fine
Will come along, make me forget about loving you
In the Southern Cross
They can't stop me
Say I can't do it, bitch, watch me 
All you lame hoes turned hatin' to a hobby
Damn, watchin' me gotta turn you on 
I should have my own category in porn
Ooh, I'm just such an obsession
Tea about me in IG suggestions
Thick, no add-on prosthetics
Everything about me came from genetics 
I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this
Miss one, catch one, I ain't new to fish
But if he throwin' that rod 
And I get hooked, then you doin' your job
Baby, all these hoes imitate me
You gon' fuck a Stan or the real Slim Shady?
Toxic, suck his soul out, then block him
Got more cream than a sundae topping, ah
I'm the same dollar sign slime , they gon' hear me
I'm the same dollar sign slime , they gon' feel me
I'm the same dollar sign slime, yeah
I'm the same dollar sign slime, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
Roll to every station, wreck the DJ
(Hip hop just died this morning
Hip hop just died this morning
Hip hop just died this morning
And she's dead, she's dead)
Everybody sound the same,
commercialize the game
Reminiscing when it wasn't all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip-hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka
RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From "Beat Street" to commercials on
Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm looking over my shoulder
It's about 80 people from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut
I've been living in my lowest, it's safe to say
Hope my little bit of hope, don't fade away
I've been living on an island made from faith
Can't go running back to home, I can't face her face
Ooh
Ooh
I done got my motherfucking juice back 
I done got my motherfucking juice back 
I done got my juice back
I done got my motherfucking juice back
Motherfucking juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice, juice
Okay juice
I remember when I met you
Thought the universe sent you
Thought you were someone I could vent to
So I hit your line, what you getting into?
I need time to get up and get off the floor
I need time to realize that I can't be yours
I need time to give up just like before
I love it how you know I'd only come right back for more
Tell me, are you feeling down?
Are you happy, do your dreams still seem inbound?
Tell me, are we finished now?
'Cause every time you leave you find a way to come back around
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man, you're the man
You're the man
Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh, that's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' 
Damn, that's fucked up
Nigga, let's get high, nigga 
Highest to the sky, it's four hundred in here, nigga
What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
One, one, one, all around the bar
Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh 
Four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up
Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money 
Run that back, man 
I gotta get high, man, you got weed? 
Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon
Accident murderer, act like you killed on purpose
Liars brag, you put work in
You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin
Streets are full of em, read the bulletin
Accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
Woah, oh
It's all poison
All of my words to enemies, it is poison
Rappers only talk about keys, it's all poison
How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison
Think about the kids you mislead with the poison
And any thoughts of takin' me down is all poison
Who want beef now? My heat shall anoint them, plaow
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga 
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga
This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes
Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C
This is the problem, 'cause he never tell 'em he got it
From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93
Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties
All the concerts, backstage where the stars be
Rockin' they shirts
in bitches' faces like clockwork
"What's your name? Where you from?"
Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
Takin' pride in ruinin' their lives
So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
He never used a condom, give him head? He got ya
Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS
I contemplate, believin' in karma
Those on top could just break and won't be eatin' tomorrow
I know some bitches who be sleepin' on niggas' dreams
They leave, when that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees
Knowin' dudes that's neglectin' they seeds
Instead of takin' care of 'em, they spendin' money on trees
I pray for you deadbeat daddies 'cause when them kids get grown
It's too late for you, now you old and you gettin' shitted on
It's all scientific, mystic, you know, the Earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush-killer 'til George Bush kills me
Much blessings, be healthy, remember
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga
What goes around comes around, my nigga
And what goes up, it must come down, my nigga
The soldiers found below the ground, my nigga
Just hold it down, we older now, my nigga
I'm the newest member of The Broken Hearts Club
We hate every little thing about the people that we love
We're the let-down, we're the lied-to, where the lost go when it finds you
Where the lonely make the lonely feel less lonely, and we're dying to
Invite you to stay, and take away the pain
'Cause misery loves company, so hey, what do you say?
I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em
That's what they always say
Let's go inside, let's coincide
And all commiserate
Singin', we're the newest members of The Broken Hearts Club
We still feel pretty lonely and we wish we didn't, but
We're the newest members of The Broken Hearts Club
And we all kinda hate it, but it's easier than love
Singin', we're the newest members of The Broken Hearts Club
And we still feel pretty lonely and we wish we didn't, but
We're the newest members of The Broken Hearts Club
And we all kinda hate it, but it's easier than love
I find it hard to get
Way too hard to live
Tell me what you know
Now before I go
Oh, Blue, I wrote for you
To say I'm gonna run away from home
Oh, Blue, I love you too
But today, I'm gonna run away from home
Away from home
Oh, oh
Today, I'm gonna run away
Today, I'm gonna run away
No man live forever, but never say never
Every good he want better,
must be a go getter
And always be clever in every endeavor
Cause drastic time call for drastic measure
Yuh birthright to pleasure From yuh navel string sever
The land and the treasure, work for whatever
Jah said don't be a beggar,
the Alpha Omega
Will bless every soul no matter which name you prefer
The immortal stepper, believe in every skin no matter which color they are
We never let we don't know here which kind of weather
You're destined to rise like the Son of Rebecca
Don't stop for a second
Everyone reckon, it sure would be good to be there
Whether Zion or Mecca
When the gates are finally closed
And the saints go marching in
]
When the armageddon's dark and dread
A lot of weak hearted weep and moan
Only the strong will continue
Do you have it in you?
Come, we've got a journey to go
And when the battle get sour and dread
A lot of weak hearted wither and  moan
Only the strong will continue
I know you have it in you
I know you have it in you
I'm a street lifer
Always harrassed by the cee cyphers
Chief like Geronimo with his peace pipe
I emerged from the street life
This for the homies who relate
Know what it be like
My QB life takin' a turn to the Louis XIII life
Twisted and mangled sort of like Bruce Lee life
Cursed with his son Brandon
If that's you and me, Knight, I pray our fates greater
I speak life I still matter as a rapper, not doubtin'
Even Toni Braxton signed a deal with Craig Kallman
How in, the hell am I supposed stay comfy
When I pay child support, alimony monthly?
Got Maseratis and Ferraris
Only like a woman who's a rider, But only ho's want me
Single life crazy, niggas wives on me
I say stay faithful, they say their man corny
So I'm, stuck with a married woman
So fine, cheatin while they husband
Rushing on the 40-yard line, wonder if
This is what my ex did the whole time
Good niggas seem to always end up
With some hard times, hope not
If a pimp slippin and a ho plot
Ain't nothin to a G in a two-tone drop, kid
And it don't stop, See a nigga dissapearin
With the baddest honeys in the whole spot, yeah
Every song, every dream filled with hell from beyond
As I'm sinking, I relive the story
Every try, every breakthrough and every cry
As I'm sinking, I relive the story
Oh, never forget me
And everything I've done
Oh, never forget me
Like I'm your favorite song
I'm fading, replaying
These thoughts I thought while sinking down
Oh, never forget me
And evеrything I've done
Tears running dry, shattеred inside, but I still gotta smile
As I'm sinking, I relive the story
Glitter comes off, battered and blue, but I gotta go on
As I'm singing, I rewrite my story
[Chorus: Lil Nas X, Miley Cyrus, &
Both
]
Oh, never forget me
And everything I've done
Oh, never forget me
Like I'm your favorite song
I'm fadin' , replayin' 
These thoughts I thought
while sinking down
Oh-oh-oh,
never forget me
And everything I've done
I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can trust
Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust
Damn my nigga, trust, I can never get enough
Or Rugers I can trust,
shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
Some of you niggas' true colors becomin' clear more
Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh
Light it up… light it up, light it up, uhh
Uhh… uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh
These hot-headed youngsters always get into trouble
Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated
And murder's premeditated,
it's a fact that we sinkin'
When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail
Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin'
Instead of movin' forward to blow up, so what's the science?
People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd
And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hangin' out him
Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'?
Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in?
It's a ugly nation
, cops circle the block with mug shots
Photograph pictures of suspect faces
It's usually two or three niggas who innocent
But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch
A divide-and-fall strategy, they aren't fair
I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair
This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy
And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me
This is how I escape the madness
Too much of anything'll hurt you, so my state of mind's all purple
You niggas got balls talkin' all that shit
Niggas these days talk more than a bitch
Internet gangster, click boy, click
Sit boy, sit
Me and fake niggas we just don't mix
They huggin' too tight, now it's dick on dick
I take what I take 'cause it helps me think
You should be careful what you put in your drink little boy
Certified womaniser 
Bad little bitch from Naija 
I feed her jollof just before I pipe her
Me and my niggas are ahead of the time ya
Put the future behind us 
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hanging from the roof of my mouth
Shit was felicissimo melting pot, city sweltering hot
Staggering, drunker than them cops that 2Pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed reaching
Soon as I heard them iron wheels screeching
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief shit, minor league shit, beasting
Looking for the juks young, but now we older chiefing
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Bugging on how his imagination was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol aging my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I, must be, something in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm here y'all
This for my trapped in the 90s niggas
For my trapped in the 90s niggas
Ha for y'all niggas
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
Look at the life that I've been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu
Look at the life that I've been through
I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official
My head looks straight up
And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" 
She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?"
Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around
And walked back down the avenue 
She's waitin' for the right cue 
I'm waitin' for the right clue 
She be leavin', still I smell of eau de parfum
She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe
In that white gown that I be seein' right through
Crowd obscurin' my view
There's nothin' left to argue 
At least there's not from my view 
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are gunning us down
Should have been done long ago
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'
We're finally on our own
This summer I hear the drummin'
Four dead in Ohio
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio 
Four dead in Ohio
Your real friends will serve you long
Your memories might fade
Your real friends will serve you long
Sunshine or rain, eh
Your real friends will serve you long, woe ya woe
When all else fails
Your real friends won't do you wrong
Real friend don't change
Now plentiful
Or scantily
My cup be full
Or emptily
With arm in arms
We'll all trod on
Through destiny
A friend that's true
Is there for me
Respect is due
They care for me
Should I be down
Or even out
They're next to me
Hey
Your real friends will serve you long
Your memories might fade
Your real friends will serve you long
Sunshine or rain, hey
Your real friends will serve you long, woe ya woe
When all else fails
Real friends won't do you wrong
Real friend don't change
Real friend don't change
Real friend don't change
Real friend don't change
Real friend don't change
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
It ain't nothin' but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're coolin' on the corner wit' your fly bitch 
Laidback in the shack, play this track
I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world
Still 
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back
Dr. Dre be the name , still runnin' the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard 
Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars 
Still gon' get mine regardless 
]
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
 Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
 Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
 Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some wit' your Dogg
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh wee! Put it in the air!
Well, you's a fool, D-R
Ha-ha
[Chorus: Both & Dr. Dre &
Snoop Dogg
]
Like this, that and this and a—
It's like that and like this and like that and a—
It's like this, and who gives a fuck about those?
So just chill 'til the next episode
[Outro: Kid Dynamite, Public Enemy &
Congress Alley
]
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling (
Yeah, yeah
)
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling (
Yeah, yeah
)
You've got the feeling
Rock the other side
You've got the feeling (
Yeah, yeah
)
I'm about to lose my mind
You've been gone for so long
I'm runnin' outta time
I need a doctor, call me a doctor
I need a doctor, doctor
To bring me back to life
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and—
Fame and fortune is not your forte
Fuck the world now, I'm done with foreplay
Doctor's orders: go fuck yourself
Take two of these in the mornin', overdose and kill yourself
Doctor's orders, Doctor's orders
Ah, fuck!
So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pigeon-toed, bow-legged, cross-eyed son of a gun fuckin' with me 
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre droppin' chronic once again
It don't stop
Punishin' punk motherfuckers real quick-like
Compton style, nigga
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, Long Beach is in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, yeah, straight up
Really, though
Breaking all them suckas off something real proper-like
You know what I'm sayin'?
All them sucka-ass niggas can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E, Eazy-E, Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke can eat a fat dick
Yeah 
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Lick on these nuts and suck the dick
Gets the fuck out after you're done
Then I hops in my coupe to make a quick run
Bitches ain't shit
Ooh, yeah, oh-oh, yeah
I don't give a fuck about a bitch 
But I'll let her know that she can't fade this
'Cause I'm doin' my own thing 
Down with the swang 
I'm hangin' with Death Row like it ain't no thang
I say you know you can't deal 
'Cause I'm a bitch that's real
Motherfuckers need to step back
Hell yeah, they need to chill 
Because I don't give a fuck , and I don't give a fuck
And I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck 
And now I gotta do some—
I gotta do some shit that's clean 
But when I'm on the dick, hell yeah, I get real mean, hah
Like a washer machine, I can wash the clothes
All the hoes knows that I'm on the flo', ho 
But they can't hang with my type of swang
I ain't tryna say I suck every ding-a-lang
But just the juicy ones with the tip of the tongue
And then they're sprung and with their nuts hung
Bitches ain't shit
Been away from home
Been away from home all night long
(All they wanna know is: where you from?
Where you from, nigga, huh? Compton)
This is about where I'm from
I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water
Yeah, down in the Pacific
Where them sharks at, nigga, down in the deep water
Help me
I'm drowning
Help me, help me, help me
Somebody help me
(Shoulda never jumped in
If you, if you can't swim)
Help me
Help me, help me, help me
I can't, I can't breathe
I can't breathe, help
God, please, please help me, please
Please help me, please help...
Please help, please, please...
I got these freaky hoes clapping they hands, stomping they feet
Every now and then, they put they mouth on me
Nowadays, a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year-old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player: Nowadays, it pays to be
Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave your boy the head and said, "Don't let nobody know"
A bona fide pro, I had to grab the ho
She got freaky in your sixty-four, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin' the ho for four days, pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the Mo'
They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no more
Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, for real
Xxplosive!
Rollin' in my six-four
What everybody sayin'?
[Outro: Jewell & Ruben Cruz, Parliament-Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre
]
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
(
Hell yeah
)
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
(
What everybody sayin'?
)
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
(
Hell yeah
)
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
Swing down , sweet chariot, stop  and let me ride
I just wanna fuck you
No touchin' and rubbin', girl
You've got a husband who loves you
Don't need you all in mine
I just wanna fuck you
We can't be kissin' and huggin', girl
You've got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality time
You look at my lifestyle
I'm living my life now
I'm dealing with diligent Benjamin
How come my attitude piped down?
I'm fucking with Ice now
I'm fucking with shit that you only can get
On an oversea flight now
You scared of my heights now
But still, I got enemies giving me energy
I wanna fight now
Subliminal, sending me all of this hate
I thought I was holding the mic down
I thought I was holding my city up
I thought I was good in the media
You think I'm too hood in my video?
But really, no clue, you idiot
I just can't help myself
Even when that record spin
Every now and then, you hang yourself
'Cause I got the green and gold 
Plus plenty more, 
But with or without the diamonds, though
 I'm just another 
It's easy to say you need me
When you got everything you want
But It's hard for me to believe it
You'll find out when I'm gone
You'll find out when I'm gone
'Cause everywhere that I go
Ain't the same as befo' 
People I used to know
Just don't know me no mo' 
But everywhere that I go
I got people I know 
Who got people they know
So I suggest you lay low 
The watcher
I'm watching
The watcher
The watcher
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
Six-four-five was the time on the clock
When me and my homie bailed in the parkin' lot
The scene looked strange, and it felt like a setup
Bet' not be, 'cause if it is, they gettin' lit up!
Oh, here they come from the back in they 'Lacs
I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so what's up, black?
Chill, let's hear the deal
If it ain't up to what you feel, then grab your steel
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gon' come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip
'Cause you can save that shit 
"We give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homie
We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush
Oh, yeah, but you got to sell dope for us"
"Hmmm, let me think about it"
Turned my back and grabbed my gat
And guess what I told him 'fore I shot it?
If you don't quit, yeah
If you don't stop, yeah
I'm lettin' my gat pop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop!
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop
There once was a time everywhere you turned 
Shady-Aftermath was all you heard
But they say 50 sang too much, and Em got soft 
And they say Dre just fell the fuck off 
Well, fuck the fuck-offs! All y'all eat salt
Be mad, we back, fresh up outta the vault
Oh! New syl-la-la-bles, eat ball, you fuck-offs
Your house, your bitch, I'm getting sucked off
East, South, Midwest, even up North
Falling victim to wax,
spitting, bring out the white chalk
All for the gingerbread
, we get it and get lost
Catch me if you can, I'm runnin' past while y'all walk
Shady made me for bringin' it back
'Fore the history of rap is gone with a snap
A snare and a clap, what happened to just spittin'
'Bout livin' in the motherfuckin' city you at?
In the grimiest condition, I breathe in drama
King Mathers
and Cash—me—that's free karma
I'm everything, anything you can never be
It's a hidden rhyme of the month deep in the beef
I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind
I repeat every evil deed done of mine 
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
I'm crazy, renegade like Em and Jay-Z
I'm Rosemary's baby, I want you to hate me
Shorty, I love you
And you love me too
We were meant to be
'Cause, shorty, you love me
And I love you too
And I promise I'll be true to you
It is not about lyrics anymore
It is not about lyrics anymore
It's about a hot beat, a hot beat
It's about a hot beat, a hot beat
A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook
A hot-hot-hot beat and a catchy hook
Nobody gives a damn about them syllables
Syl-la-la-bles, whatever they are
I don't care if you gotta rhyme "schmoe," "mo," "Joe," "toe," and "glow"
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some goddamn records!
Now, get out there and sell some
Ride 'til I die
Give a fuck if you bitches die
Put a motherfucking hole in your face
Back up, bitch, don't even try
I am that motherfucker, been the coldest
Why you on that? No one know us
Overdosed on what dope is
Hip-hop shit sell better than the coke did
Murder, murder
Murder... murder
It's all murder... murder
Ahh!
Murder, murder
Murder, murder
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
What the fuck was y'all thinking?
You let the wrong young nigga link with a legend
'Lotta new niggas talking crazy on the records
I'm the only king here, you can tell 'em that I said it
I'm the black Eminem, I'm the humbler 50
I'm D.O.C., who do it better? Nobody fuckin' with me
I murder rappers everyday, 'til police come and get me
And Dre just come and bail me out and then we hit the studio
Ain't no new rap in my ear, too many depressed niggas
Emotional every song, deserve-to-have-breast niggas
Crying 'bout my old girl, funny how I left niggas
Trying to get my ex boxed, Red Ring of Death niggas
I'm Kanye raising the diamond on the day of his chaining
If this was you, your diamond wouldn't be worth the appraising
I'm just talking reckless, I'm just off the record, but I mean it
Kept my blessings, we was dreaming, now we close enough to see it
I don't know everything, but one thing, one thing I do know
One thing, one thing I do know 
Is one day I'mma have everything—is one day, I'mma have every thing
It was all a dream, it was all a dream 
Listen, I've been tryna get it all
I'm just in this bitch, I'mma show 'em how to get involved
Yeah, I want everything 
Yeah, I want everything 
Talk about it, hol' up, if you really 'bout it
Tell these mothafuckas, we don't even wanna talk about it, what?
Listen, listen, listen 
Listen, listen, listen 
Listen, listen, listen
Listen
If you wan' know why 
The way that I do 
So don't worry about me 
I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin' this race, makin' this paper
Listen
If you don't know why I you gotta listen up right now
Listen, listen, listen, listen
Listen, listen
Listen, listen, children, listen
I'm tryin to tell you somethin' good
Don't get caught up in the hood, yeah
If you don't know why
You gotta find out the reason why
Brother, brother
Oh, you're Doctor Dre. Ha-ha, are you a real doctor dude? I mean like, you know, can you prescribe some drugs for me man? Come on dude, I'll split whatever I get with ya, okay? Hahahaha
Ah, the chronic
It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double-G
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong motherfuckin' day
Here we go, toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin' street
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways 
Take a whiff of this, suicide
Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day 
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
Inhale , exhale 
Inhale , exhale
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back
‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
When I open up my book I think about the world later
No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind
I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down
Just get on down
Debonair with flair, I scare wear and tear
Without a care, running shit as if I was a mayor
But I ain't no politician, no competition
Sending all opposition to see a mortician
I'm up front, never in the backdrop
Step on stage and get faded just like a flat-top
Your rhyme sounds like you bought 'em at Stop 'n Go
Dre came to wax you, so just call me Mop & Glo
Many tried to, but just can't rock with
I'm 6'1", 225, I'm pure chocolate
Your chances of jacking me are slim, G
'Cause I rock from summer until Santa comes down the chimney
Ho ho ho, and so, as I continue to flow
'Cause yo, I'm just a fly negro
So, check the flavor that I'm bringin'
The motherfuckin' D-R-E will keep they motherfuckin' heads ringin'
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their motherfuckin' heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Keep their heads ringin'!
(Ring ding dong
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong)
Yeah, uh, come on!
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down
Just get on down
If you want to get on down
You gotta get on down
Just get on down
I know you're bobbin' your head
'Cause I can see you
I know you're bobbin' your head
'Cause I can see you
You can't see me!
Death Row
, let me know you in the house 
Yeah, that's right, we out
Hard times
I double my grind, fuck the part-time, huh
Stay ready for war, I'm on the front line
I'm gettin' the feelin' like it's all mine
It's becoming the only feeling I know
 Only type of livin' I know
 Only type of livin' I know
 Only type of livin' I know
Gonna go to work
We gotta work
We gotta work
Let's get back to work
On the grind, back to work
Let's work
Rich as fuck, but, guess what?
I'm back to work 
Overseas, back home, no time to sleep
I'm back to work 
So many people that I love, they want my time
But I got to work 
Some of my friends don't understand, shit
I got to work 
Always talkin' 'bout bustin' the club
But I'm like, "Fuck that, I gotta work" 
If you really wanna do it like this, shit
You better get back to work 
Back to work, right back to work 
Gotta get back to work 
Shit, right back to work 
This is dedicated to the niggas that was down from day one
*Cell door opens*
Welcome to Death Row
Like we always do about this time
Hahaha, yeah, nine-deuce
Death Row Records, creepin' while you're sleepin'
Niggas with attitudes? Nah, loc, niggas on a motherfuckin' mission
What up niggas and niggettes?
That crazy-ass nigga's back in the motherfuckin' hizzouse
The notorious Compton G
D-R-E on the solo tip, fuck them other fools
What up, Ren?
Yeah, droppin' Chronic flakes on your ass, biatch
West Coast flavor
Niggas who talk shit get dealt with real quick
So if you wanna take a trip to the Row
Let a nigga like Snoop Doggy Dogg know
Protected by niggas with big dicks, AK's, and
one-eight-seven skills
So if it's must you test us, we can handle it the streets, nigga, fuck makin' records
Yeah, G's up, hoes down
If that bitch can't swim, then she bound to drizzown
Peace to my nigga Drizzae, another Platinum hit, nigga
Peace to The D.O.C., still makin' it funky enough
And Death Row Records is in full motherfuckin' effizzect
Oh, yeah, PS, fuck Mr. Roarke and Tattoo, AKA Jerry and Eazy
Sincerely yours, these motherfuckin' nuts
I don't love Eazy, I don't love Jerry
I don't love Ruthless Records
Frankly, I don't love nothin' they got to do with
But, but, but you know what I want them to do for me?
Jerry, Eazy, check this shit right here
I want y'all to put these bizzalls in your jizzaws
And work them like a strizzaw and tell me what you sizzaw
Yeah, you know what? You know what?
Fuck all y'all! Fuck y'all!
Really though, it's Death Row, nigga!
You better ask somebody, you really better ask somebody!
Get out, get out, I don't love you no more
Yeah, nigga, you's a penguin-lookin' motherfucker
You look like AC Green
,
bitch, don't call here anymore
With feet like Ben Vereen's, bitch, don't call here anymore
No no, no no
What up? It's Hittman
I ain't at the crib right now
So you can leave your name and number after the beep
Unless it's Tammie's ugly ass – I ain't fuckin' with you
Yo, whattup, Scruncho?
Mel-Man. what's cracking?
Wassup wit all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
Nigga what, I'm a hustling bitch
I like them get rich niggas
Them hit the switch niggas
Niggas bout the sex and which bitch to hit next
While I'm kicking my game and collecting them checks
Got all y'all niggas vexed to fuck this triple-X rated ho
You say you ain't eat it, you ate it though
And uh, Roq don't stop, can't be dropping no drawers
To the niggas how you figure got you shitting in yours
Yeah, little dicks always running they mouth
While a bitch is better off to masturbate and be out
All you bitches up in here know what I'm talkin about
Get the loot, get the ice, fuck the wife, no doubt
Trying to live lavy, marry a big dick and stay cavi
Holla back at them niggas that hollered at me
Pop the Cris'
Whip the six and shit
And have all y'all niggas limp when I twist my shit
Yeah, bitch ass niggas
]
And it all falls back on me
Somehow, it all falls back on me
No matter where we are, no matter what we doing, it's on me
If it was up to you that's just the way it's always gon' be
Want that, need that
Root of all evil, mane, oh 
I want that, need that
Root of all evil, mane, oh
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
Want that, need that
Root of all evil, mane, oh 
I want that, need that
Root of all evil, mane
Something for the real OGs to get with
Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
Like every single day, really, though
You know me, I'm the smooth
macadamien
, gaming them for my homie
No needing being calm if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting for?
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting for?
Seven young G's put they serve down
In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county with nothing but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustlin'-ass youngsta, clocking your grip
Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG
For life and always remain to be
A little ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?
Attention all personnel:
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and, an–, and, an–an–, and, and lookin' hard
Bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, hella bitch nigga
You's a bitch nigga, motherfucker bitch nigga
A bitch nigga, a bitch nigga
A bitch nigga
I know yo' type, so much bitch in you, if it was slightly darker
Lights was little dimmer, my dick be stuck up in yo' windpipe
Hmm, you'd rather blow me than fight, I'm from the old school
Like Romey Rome, homey, yo,
you owe me the right
To slap you, like the bitch that you are, been wantin' to cap you
Every since you was mad doggin' me with that bitch in yo' car
Fool,
"Who do you think you are? Mr. Big Stuff"
Man, you shit on Hitt, get yo' shit bust, plus
Pistol-whipped, cover it up, use yo' bitch's blush
Mr. Powder Puff yo', bark ain't loud enough, huh
I know Chihuahuas that's mo' rah-rah, ha ha
I have to laugh Dre, I bet he take bubble baths
You don't want no trouble with the Aftermath staff, trust me
Doggy Dogg, Diggy Doctor plus me
No you's a busta slash hussy, soft as a hush puppy
Must we break you down to estrogen most hated specimens
A bitch nigga
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop, stop, ah, –op, –op, stop, sch–, sch–, schemin' and lookin' hard
Stop schemin' an–, an–, an–, an–, an–, and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop sche–, schemin', and lookin' hard
Stop schemin', and, and, and stop schemin', and lookin' hard
And the old folks tell me it's been goin' on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And them white folks tell me all the lootin' and the shootin's insane
But you don't know our pain
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we're all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on
[Outro: DJ Premier, Dr. Dre, &
Samples
]
Yeah! This is DJ motherfuckin' Premier!
And I'm Dr. Dre 
What, Premo! Yeah, we fuckin' shit up!
No! We don't play no games here! Motherfucker, please!
Aftermath
One of the reasons that me and you click
We don't lose, I always win
Let's face it, you basic, boy, for realla, for realla
Professional winners!
For realla, for realla
D-oh-double-G 
Da-da-da-da-da
You know I'm mobbin' with the D-oh-double-G 
Da-da-da-da-da
You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You know the west coast is back for all you suckers 
So what's happenin' in here?
Smoke weed every day 
Smoke weed every day 
Smoke weed every day 
Smoke weed every day 
Da-da-da-da-da
It's the one and only D-R-E )
Da-da-da-da-da
You know I'm mobbin' with the D-oh-double-G
Straight off the killer streets of CPT
King of the beats, you ride to 'em in your fleet wood 
Or Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs
How you feel? Whoopty-whoop, what?
Dre and Snoop gettin'  in the 'Lac 
With Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac
Clippin' on the strap, dippin' through hoods
 Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood
South Central out to the Westside 
It's California love, this California bud got your boy a  of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
With my jeans on and my team's strong
Get my drink on and my smoke on
Then go home with somethin' to poke on 
Loc', it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin' real, it's the next episode
One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the chamber
One on the dash, one in the stash, ready for danger
I'm ready to die, I can't control this fuckin' anger
Ah shit, somebody better fuckin' stop me
Cause I'm a loose cannon that can't stand myself
I'm bad for my own health
You niggas really think I give a fuck about somebody else
I swear to God, I'mma do it, back the fuck up, I'mma do it
I swear to God, I'mma lose it
Baby, baby! What the fuck are you doing? Put the gun down! Really? Are you doin' this shit to me again?
Oh my God
You is so fucked up for this
Fuck It
*Gun cocks*
Wait, wait, wait, wait! Okay, I'm sorry! What the fuck? Don't point the fuckin' gun at me! Okay, put the fuckin' gun down! No, no, no, no!!
*Gun shot*
Alright, I got the legs
Man this bitch is heavy
You gotta get under her armpits, man
Shut the fuck up, I got it
What the, what the fuck did you guys do?
It was this nigga
Me?
Shit, matter of fact you know what? You gon' dig the fuckin' hole this time
I don't give a fuck, like it's the first fuckin' hole I ever dug
Who the fuck is that?
I don't know, ask fuckin' Charles Manson right here
Oh, oh, you're tryna be funny? You're really fuckin' tryna be funny right now?
Shh, shh, shut your ass up
This is bad. This is, this is fucking bad man. Fuck it, let's start digging
Half-dead
Lil' Half-dead
the one who jumped out to see ol' Snoop Dogg on lookout boys
He's going to be more than half dead if he don't fill my motherfucking drink up
I'll fill your motherfucking mouth up
Hahahahaha
I don't think so
Now I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
And the sleepers will join the fallen
So I lay me down
And wake up to gunshots in this crazy town
Good mornin'
Drama make it cinematic 
All I think about is makin' classics
Tragic, massive, for the masses
This how you make a motherfuckin' classic 
This is where I leave you
Carry you
In the city of Compton
This is where I leave you
Carry you
Down the Pacific Coast
This is where I leave you
And all your issues
Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'
Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer
Let 'em come in BOW, he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brews by the case
Slap you in the face with the bass,
Dr. Dre laced
Likwit Kings with Sedans and gold rings
Haters scope the style, but can't find no openings
We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival each day -- in L.A.!
It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way -- in L.A.!
In L.A
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh
People in the crowd throwing things at the officers
And swinging at them as well
As there was a, uh, young woman there, you see, took a swing at—
At an officer with some object in her hand
[Refrain: All &
Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg
]
How many niggas are ready to loot?
Yeah, so what you wanna do? What you wanna do?
I said, how many niggas are ready to loot?
Got myself an Uzi and my brother a nine
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
I got my finger on the trigger, some niggas wonder why
But livin' in the city, it's do-or-die
One-time trigger happy, no nigga love
One-eighty-seven time, time to grab the glove
Can't get prints on a nine I throw away
Or get prints on my Uzi when it spray
Pop-pop, pop, another motherfucker drop
And I get relief like,
plop, plop, fizz
Smash, I crashed his head like a window
I ain't Nintendo
,
I'm high off the indo
Creepin', with the quickness
to the cut
Bust one to his head while he munches on a donut
And crack-up, so now he best to back up
I guess I gots to pack up, filling the clip up
I zip uptown but motherfuckin' cops are all around
Helicopters flyin', these motherfuckers tryin'
To catch me and stretch me on Death Row
But hell no, the poor blacks refuse to go
This now covers a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, uh, ignited
I mean, from here to the, uh, to the south end of South Central is a long way
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
The outcome of this is destruction, so them all fall
Niggas don't give a fuck, so them bust and them fall
The description of three blacks
Shows no justice,
so, pick up it's your right
If you riot again, mi, turn the other cheek
We, be too many, mi got, mi nine to my side
So mi bust, flick, 'cause he don't give a fuck
And mi don't give a fuck
And all my problems end with that buck-buck
Blam, blam, blam 'til dem fall
Listen to the shots from a nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye
Dr. Dre, him bust gun shots
Diggidy Daz and RBX, dem bust gun shots
Come again
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong?
See if you can travel on
'Cause only the weak will try to speak
Those who are quiet will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that make things happen
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is
No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is
Compton was the American dream. Sunny California with a palm tree in the front yard, the camper, the boat. Temptingly close to the Los Angeles ghetto in the 50's and 60's, it became "The Black American Dream." Open housing paved the way as middle-class blacks flooded into the city. Whites don't buy houses in Compton anymore. Now with 74% of the population, black power is the fact of life. From banks to bowling alleys. But the dream that many blacks thought they were buying has turned sour. Though the mayor and four out of five city councilmen are black, they have been unable to solve the problems of crime and growing welfare which is slowing turning suburban Compton into an extension of the black inner city. Crime is now as high as the ghetto. 47 homicides last year gave Compton one of the highest per capita rates in the country. Juvenile gang activity, muggings, small robberies make some blacks want to leave
A to the motherfuckin' K
Back in the days, niggas, they use to scrap
But now in '92, niggas, they pull their strap
'Cause, um, police, them come wicked then them shoot niggas
So niggas retaliate and start to loot
Execute
, boot stompin'
Black soldier here to teach and mold ya
The innovator, dominator, narrator
R-B to the motherfuckin' X, flex wicked
Stylee, bump and be found and do bleed by a
Maniac with a gat
See, nowadays, niggas is like that
I pull my trigger back, the bullets go
Buh-buh-buh, now I'm on death row
Fuck it, niggas goin' wild
Every night they shoot, it's like Beirut
Maybe you should get a Kevlar vest for your chest
Anytime steppin' through my hood
But that'll do you no good
One slug to your face, don't hate
You're gettin' smoked like wood
Nasty nigga, bloody pumps, face flat
On the concrete,
here comes the white sheet
Mr. Coroner, caught with some yellow tape
But the murderers escape
Audi like five G's
Lyrical gangbang but it's just a G thang
Straight up
Now you niggas know where my homie comin' from
So quit the chit-chat 'fore you find yourself flat on your bizzack, fool
It's nine-deuce, Dr. Drizzay's sittin' on tizzop
It don't stop, treatin' busters like a punk-ass cizzop
Biatch!
Simple pleasures, rock star livin'
Drugs and mansions, hit the ceilin'
Cars expensive, blow this action
True revealin' - Satisfiction
Satisfiction
Satisfiction
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press,
get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did
I'm a motherfuckin 
Bitch this is anybody 
Yeah nigga all y'all 
Uh, uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed
I'm a motherfuckin 
Uhh bitch this is anybody 
Yeah nigga all y'all 
Uh, uh, for real, you'll fuck around and get killed!
Aww they say uhh..
.. a black man is a pimp
Well let me tell you the biggest pimp
On planet motherfuckin Earth, is her momma
It's her MOMMA that told her
"Get a man that got a good job gurl!
Make sure he got a good car gurl!
Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin gurl!"
What happened to just fallin in love with a nigga with a bus pass --
-- just cause you love the nigga?
But I'm the pimp motherfucker!
I gotta be the player!
Biggest hoes, on planet Earth..
.. are walkin through the motherfuckin neighborhood
You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman
You knew he already had a family
But you fucked him anyway!!!
And then when you thought you gon' lose the nigga
You went and got pregnant - didn't you bitch, DIDN'T YOU!!
THE OL' KEEP A NIGGA BABY
And then when the nigga ain't around, what do you tell the child?
"Aww that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo' daddy ain't here;
Cause that nigga ain't shit."
How bout bein a woman, and tellin the kid the truth
That yo' momma, you was a ho!
TELL THE KID!
Momma was a ho, I was weekend pussy
I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out
That's why he ain't here - but he a good nigga
Cause he take care of his REAL family
I was just a dumb bitch, tryin to keep, a nigga that I wanted
Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy
Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed
Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey
Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah
I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah
I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speaking about between the thighs
I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes
It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize
That a gat'll make any nigga civilized
Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks 'em off properly
Real G so don't doubt it
I'm the one who's doin' it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfuckers come at me wrong
I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfuckin' dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die, you's a buster, 'cause real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me, though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo
So now you know
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Who's the man with the master plan?
A nigga with a motherfuckin' gun
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da 
Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da 
Da, da-dun-dun, dun-daa
Ha— Ha— Hey , haha
You gotta clap, that's what happened on— 
Ghetto bitch, I told you to stay home, you know, yeah, biotch
Damn, nigga, spin the wheel, motherfuckers be clappin' and shit
The Wild, ha-ha
The Wild West
Ha, ride
All you see is the sun reflectin' off of the gun
Ready for the showdown to go down at one
Sweat on my brow, let's settle it now
I'ma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishin' gold, waitin' for this drama to unfold
I got a blunt rolled
Feelin' bold, gangsta's blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old .45 colt
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots, make sure I'm not rusty
It's past noon, he should be here soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds like a thousand wolves
I cock back, put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose like a poster, he's closer than close
I hold the heat sturdy, I heard he fights dirty
But I'ma put 30 inside him and leave early
And just when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head, and this is what he said
You never met me, you'll probably never see me again
But I know you, the name's Slim, you want revenge?
Then don't shoot, I'm in the same boots as you
I'm telling the truth, I got a price on my head too
'Cause when you-
You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was shady, I seen by the look on his face
He said, "Take ten paces," shit, I took eight
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
My shit went bang but it only fired a blank, he said
You need bullets, hurry up, run
I put a clip in the gun and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
Go ahead, shoot me, but I'm not the one you want
I figured he was tellin' the truth, that's why I didn't shoot
So what we gon' do? It's on you
Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group?
Well, all we gotta do is find a map to part two
And plus I know who's got it
Who?
Some old dude who's got 26 plaques
And he already sold two
Loaded up my saddle, got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of gold inside of my satchel
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
An old ghost town that everybody forgot
A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim grabbed the shotgun
Dre, here's the plot
This is the spot,
they call him Doc Loveless
He's going around saying he took the game from us
Let's shoot him in his kneecaps, he'll never see it comin'
He ain't got no legs, they cut them off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs, he spins webs
Plus he's well-respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is to get him to stop layin' eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
I drew two guns, spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swingin' doors in, started gun-slingin'
I could hear somebody singin', it sounded like a "G Thang"
And a verse from "Keep Their Heads Ringin'"
I said, "It's Dre's day," and started to spray
It's 1800, he pulls a AK
Hollow tips started flyin' every which way
That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot, spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map, the plaques and the gold
I grabbed two girlies and a blunt that's rolled
You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
The life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride 'til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die 
The Wild, ha-ha
The Wild West
Ha-ha, ride, ha
Yo, yo, what's up?
Yo, man, give me some of that old, gangsta-ass shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Some shit I can just kick back, smoke a fat-ass joint to
You know what I'm saying? Haha
Hell yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I like that old gangsta shit
'Cause you know it's a lot of niggas out there
Woofin' all that bullshit, talkin' 'bout they got this and got that
Talkin' louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin' shit
You know what I'm saying?
Yeah, nigga, I see your lips quivering
But you ain't sayin' a motherfucking thing
But my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin' house
And they gon' tell you what's really going on
Got my motherfuckin' nigga RBX definitely in this motherfucker
I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker, ready to kick some real shit
Know what I'm saying?
And that little shit you hear in the background?
That's my homegirl Rage
So, RBX, kick this shit
Seven execution style murders
I have no remorse 'cause I'm the fuckin' murderer
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
I drop bombs like Hiroshima
So now I walk around strapped
One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse
Snap, adapt to this, but you need no adapter
This is just the first chapter
In a book from a crook
You get caught slippin', your ass gots to die
Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure
Trigger happy, RBX to cap you
Pump, pump, and I can't wait to bust a round
Pump, pump, my hollow point smacks the clown
'Cause what I said split his head
And now they got me running from the feds
But I refuse to go alive
It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive
I'm high powered
Yeah
It's Daz, that mass-murdering motherfucker
So, what, you feel like you wanna get caught up?
Fool, you better recognize
Death Row came to chastise
So if you cross the Row
Remember the first name is Death
No love for the other side
Lyrics from Snippet
Nah, I got one more thing and I'm just about done
This is the glory 
This is the victory 
This is a majesty 
Y'all pay the tapestry 
Y'all know they misery 
I know the energy 
And I know the strategy 
Stay cool , start up a new label, follow Jesus
Some of y'all still ain't got it, got it, got it
Who God is to you, you, you 
We have no pressure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the journey goin' forward
Everybody wanna look for comfort
Everybody want comfort and joy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don't that sound like a message?
You had to run your feelings- 
Lyrics from Snippet 2
Sacrifice, drop out school to , if you gun him down
Always ungrateful vibes, bringing out my other side
Look into my eyes, you don't see the love inside?
Lyrics from Snippet 3
No word and that's word to the mics
How many sins do you think that I committed?
Say, me say many, money, say, me say many, many, many
How many times do you think I've been neglected?
Ya'll ready to get nasty?
Shit!  
Damn! Oh, that pussy is good tho!
It's good!
 Oh shit!
 Oh, yeah you're da bitch, beotch!
 Oh shit!
Damn!
Damn! 
Damn!
 Oh shit!
Oh, my nuts!
(
Aww, Fuck me!) Oh! 
Oh shit yo' face! 
Oh, damn, damn, damn, oh, shit, oh
Shit! Ohhh... Ohhh... DAMN!
 Ohhh
 Oh, shit!
 Whore! 
Damn, that shit was good
Ohhh, my god
Damn
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh...
Shit!
 Oh shit! Aight
 Aight, chill, chill, chill, give me five minutes, damn!
Ooooh, shit!
Man, fuck your man, know what I'm sayin?
I'm Jake Steed. Bitch!
You! Bitch!
Ha, I got another dub sack, nigga, haha
I sit into the wee hours of the night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep going 'cause the die hard
Won’t go down without a fight
I sit into the wee hours of the night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep going 'cause the die hard
Won’t go down without a fight
My life is like a highlight reel
Some might consider this my twilight but depending how I might feel
I might continue on with my career for 5 light years
Critics can fly kites here?
Welcome to my nightmare
Pressures on, blood pressure racing
I calculate my next step, pacin’
Don’t know if I’ll meet expectations
All I know is the World better get set
Dre’s in effect
Been in it since you had cassette decks taping
I’m sick
I sit into the wee hours of the night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep going 'cause the die hard
Won’t go down without a fight
I sit into the wee hours of the night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep going 'cause the die hard
Won’t go down without a fight
It’s on, blood pressure racing
I calculate my next step which is to accept my expectations
They're soaring too high to meet, my reputations in jep’
Yep, face it, the fans they’ve been upset yet patient, I love ‘em for that
I sit into the wee hours of the night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep going 'cause the die hard
Won’t go down without a fight
I sit into the wee hours of the night
And we don't stop until the sunlight
We just keep going 'cause the die hard
Won’t go down without a fight
Heell yeaah!
You niggas can't fade this shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Death Row's in the muthafuckin' houuuuuse!
The Dogg Pound's definitely in hereeee, you knowhatI'msayin'?
And a-yo yo yo yo yo, you niggas can't FUCK with this
So don't even try it
Stay in the studio all you want, stay in the studio all you want
'Cause you can't FUCK with this
SEE YA! Hahaha!
]
Uhhh, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
That's right, ha
All these people out talkin about who they are, what they got
Heh, it don't even matter
Been there, done that
As long as you true to yourself, gotta be true to yourself
I was always told
If you don't stand for somethin you'll fall for anything, ha ha
Yeah, that's right!
The Aftermath, beatin up on your eardrums
Heh, gotta say whassup to King Tee, and my man Nationowl
They up in here, gotta say whassup to Chris the Glove
G-L-O-V-E, ha ha
Yeah, that's how it goes down, ha ha, yeah, ahh
This is how we comin, heh, yeah
This is how we comin y'all - you know what? Huh
]
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Yeah, and you don't stop
'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
It's alive, it's moving
It's alive, oh it's alive
It's alive, it's alive
It's alive in the name of god
Now I know what it feels like to be god
I'm not a newcomer, I'm a new wonder elite
K-Dizzle
I rap with a Pyrex in the projects
I'm crack in a pot, I'm a prospect
I'm a pirate on a dock full of dope
I can dissect any rapper
You could vote for the Lochness
You cannot test no key in the Tesla
Bitch I ride like a freight train parked outside
And my young niggas came with the extras
It's alive
Hold up, wait
For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft
We don't play
We gon' rock it till the wheels fall off
Hold up, wait
For my niggas who be actin' too bold
Take a seat
Hope you ready for the next episode
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Heyyyyy
Da da da da da
You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E 
D-O-doub 
D-O-doub
D-O-doub 
D-O-doub
Comin' real, it's the next episode
This crazy life of mine
No happy endings to this life of crime
So this little light of mine
Nigga, I'ma let it shine
Esta vida loca, mija
Esta vida loca, mija 
Esta vida loca, mija 
Esta vida loca, mija
This crazy life of mine
Can make a grown man cry sometimes
Lookin' up at the sky at night
Prayin' for better days, better times
This crazy life of mine
I've been tryin' to keep my spirit alive
Smokin' 'za, I'm hopin' that it gets me high
Prayin' for better days, better times
I'm purifyin' my soul
I'm settin' my intentions and I conquered my goals
It's been a long journey, had to hop on the road
It's been a long journey, had to get up and go
It's been a few years since my nigga been gone
Blew some in the air for my nigga to smoke
I was your dawg, you was my loc, then you turned to the G.O.A.T
"The Marathon Continues" written in bold
Tonight, we're gonna get badder 
You're gonna get wetter 
We're gonna take our time
Not tomorrow, no, tonight, we'll love
Now don't you no worry about that
Whatever you want, I'm on that
So don't hesitate, girl, when you lonely
Baby, don't worry, we know that I got you
Now that I got you about they thinking out you
I want to stop and I don't want you to stop that
Ow, we in a phase, oh, I can't wait
Cause waters don't label you, oh, no, no
I'm from, came from the bottom, so just get on top of that
How about with the top back with your top back?
Take that off, uh, ooh, ooh, break that off more, more
Tonight, we're gonna get badder 
You're gonna get wetter 
We're gonna take our time
Not tomorrow, no, tonight, we'll love
With someone else's lover, lover
Back in bed again
Yes, may I help you?
Hello, I had a twelve o' clock appointment with Dr. Dre
Well, Dr. Dre is with another patient right now
Would you like to reschedule?
Reschedule? Um, it must be a mistake
I must see him, I had a twelve o'clock appointment
No, it's no mistake, look, Dr. Dre is with another patient
Either you can wait or reschedule
Look, I understand all of that, but
No, apparently you don't understand
You know I'm a working person and
And I'm working too
Just where is Dr. Dre? I need to see him
Well, open up the door and you'll see his big dick fucking somebody
You like that?
Like that?
Yes, yes
You like that?
Give it to me
I'ma give it to you
I'ma give it to you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, ooh
Damn, you're good
*THX Sound*
Goddamn, hey wassup, nigga?
Oh, shit
Wassup?
Hey, that motherfucker clean
Who was that?
Hey, that's Dre, nigga
, that's the
Look at that shit
Hangin' that motherfucker, goddamn
That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker
Hangin' on the bumper X
Hey, hang that shit
What up, Dr. Dre?
Back with that
rat-tat-tat-tat
That dressed in all black
That stepped the fuck back shit 
That grown man shit, it's workin'
That's a bad bitch, that's perfect
That shit right there is worth it
That's my sedative 
That's my sedative 
H-H-Hol' up,  a fuckin' minute you gon' have to run this shit back right now, nigga
Right the fuck–, run it back DJ, that's selecta
Run the bloodclat chune
]
I don't give a fuck cause I'm just
Drinkin, smokin, straight West-coasting
Bitches puttin ass in motion
Pussy poppin, sex promotin
Got a cup? 
Got a blunt? 
That's your bitch? 
Really I don't 
All I really know is your ho wants to be with me, and she ain't playin'
And what I'm sayin'
She creeps with me
And sleeps, between the sheets
When she's all alone she sneaks out to be with me
And what I'm sayin is she ain't playin 
And sleeps, between the sheets
Yeah, Aftermath, Doc Dre, 5-star surgeon general 
Nocturnal, L.A. Confidential
What up Infinite
,
Mahagony droppin the instrumental
Do the math, Aftermath gets the last laugh 
Well, they don't make real niggas like 
Gone with it, bitch, you could see it in my 
Post somethin' for them real motherfuckers 
Oh, you a boss in this motherfucker? 
No, they don't make 'em like 
Envy is a motherfucker, see it in they 
Private invitation, this is members 
Fuck what you thought, niggas love to talk 
These, eyes, only, we gon' see
The long-awaited Detox
, trick
‘Cause maybe I don’t wanna stop, maybe I don’t wanna quit
Maybe I like hoes, maybe I don’t want a wife,
maybe I’m psycho
Maybe I’m crazy, maybe I’m strapped right now, just maybe
Maybe it’s a relapse
Maybe I’m high right now; where the weed at?
Maybe this is ER
Maybe I’m a real doc' and this is CPR
Maybe we need to breathe some life in this shit
Maybe we are the life of this shit
Maybe I’m just crazy 
What they say?  Sak pase (
Sak pase
)
Nap boulé  Ayyy
Ugh, ahh
Dre, I think I need my sponsor
I’m just outta contro-o-ol
Maybe I got hoes, every little city I go, like Paco
We tryna grow, but I just can’t seen her
I’m havin’ trouble cleanin’ up, I’m like FEMA
All these little haters got me back with the Nina
Got me bringin’ guns to work, Gilbert Arenas
Unh, I don’t know if it’s the Goose talkin’
But you know they say the liquor get your truth talkin’
Maybe I should be somewhere in the group talkin’
I’m addicted to coupes and takin’ roofs off ‘em
I’m addicted to watches, Heckler and Koches
Them bow-legged girls from the projects
It’s Bed-Stuy in this bitch 
Dre, what’s up? 
I’m in this party, I’m up to no good
And I should be duckin’ these clubs, Tiger Woods
I smoke , I drink 
I’m supposed to stop, but I can’t
Nigga, don’t ask why , I get high 
I’m just livin’ my mo’fuckin’ life
So what? I’m drunk 
And I’m a weedhead 
And I’ma treat every day like the weekend
Headfirst off the deep end
Yeah, you know what’s happenin’
I’m just relapsin’
In sunshine
My life, my life, my life, in the sunshine
My life, my life, my life
Just smoking' weed for hours
Drinkin' Hennessy for hours
2/26/95
Nicole,
Hopefully you doing well and you realized you need to quit fuckin wit
Sedale
and come home to your
Doctor.
I will take care of you baby girl.
I'm in nevada
with Hype
lookin at spots for this new video we are shooting for that single
I told you pac is going to be on once he is out,
called California Love.
We met a bunch of crazy, naked motherfuckers in the desert today, they were putting up
some type of giant wood man
.
I guess they have a big party out here for a bunch of days.
I asked them how much they pay, they said "nothing", I was like no money?
Someone should get behind this shit and make some loot of these fools cause they said there will at least be 5,000 people.
I think I will have my office look into it, just to see if there is easy money to be had here.
I'm bout to pass out girl, wish I was up in that ass.
See you back in LA.
Dre
[Skit: Ms. Roq, Traci Nelson &
Eddie Griffin
]
Damn girl, it is hotter than a motherfucker up in here
You got that right
I need to go to the bar and get me a drink, please
Yes
Hello
Yeah, what the fuck you want?
Hmm
Let me get a Cosmo
What the fuck you want?
Damn, I'll have an apple martini
This motherfucker drunk as a mother
Thirsty bitches
This a drunken-ass nigga
Oh, ooh, shit girl, those niggas are looking over here! Oh shit, don't look, don't look
Damn, what's up, what they look like though?
Shit, shit, damn, they look, they look aight
They fuckable? What's up, is they fuckable or what?
Shh, chill out, chill out
What?
Here they come
What?
Here they come! Chill out! Damn
Biggest, the untouchable 
D-R-E 
Rosé! 
Welcome to the playground for the bosses
If you ever counted us out, bitch, you couldn't count
Motherfuckin' absurd amounts
The unthinkable 
I'm makin' pussy niggas push the panic button 
I'm watchin' all these niggas runnin' out of money
Waterfalls, foreign cars and Italian luggage
Man I'm just, just showing off my war scars and they all love it
I want it all, marble walls and my dawgs muddy 
Southside of Compton and did it all from nothin' 
Above the law, I get a call and we all comin' 
Once they know I push the button, niggas start runnin' 
Fuck 'em all, livin' large and we all gunners 
I'm still in charge, temper short with the tall numbers
Expensive cars, still extortin' all the frauds comin'
I could buy the Dodgers with my credit card money
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side 
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line 
Such a tragedy what happened to them other guys 
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way this shit designed 
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side 
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line 
Such a tragedy what happened to them other guys 
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way this shit designed 
Fantasies for niggas that done fantasized 
I got you niggas dancin' like it's Hammer Time 
In them funny pants, I had a gun in mine 
LeBron James numbers, go 'head, analyze 'em
Will Smith bitches in the summertime 
It's still Cali love until they gun me down 
I did a verse, he gave your boy a hundred pounds 
Rozay and Doc Dre, now how the fuck that sound? 
They love the candy paint, they wanna see it bounce 
Ayy, my nigga, I might let down the top and take the scenic route 
I just wanna mob and maybe steam an ounce
Bitch, it's Doc Dre, Impalas, bring 'em out 
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side 
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line 
Such a tragedy what happened to them other guys 
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way this shit designed 
It's a fantasy for niggas on the other side 
I'll be damned if I don't put my family first in line 
Such a tragedy what happened to them other guys 
Don't be mad at me, it's just the way this shit designed 
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
]
I said swing down sweet chariot stop and,  let me ride
Swing down  sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Yeah Ha-Ha!
Yeah , you wanna ride with me
Uh, wit everybody sayin'
 Uh 
Know I'm sayin'? 
Uh uh,  ass
 Grass
 A gas
 Nobody rides free
 Hell yeah!
 KnowhutI'msayin?  huh huh huh huh
 yeah, you wanna ride?
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and you?
You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do
I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions
I'm used to livin' big dog style and straight coastin'
What's the difference between me and you?
And now, the car bomb
Yo, re-re, come on man, let's get the fuck up out of here, man
All right baby, all right speedy, I'm coming, damn
Took a motherfuckin' hour to get dressed
I told you I was gonna be here over this motherfucker
I wanna be in and out, now, don't fuck around over here
And baby, I'm lookin' good, all right, I'm lookin' good
I'm sayin', fuck that man, I'm tryin' to get the fuck up out of here, man
All right, all right, I'm comin' damn shit
Yo, yo, yo, hold it, hold it, wassup, this shit?
You know the people right there?
You know those motherfuckers right there?
No nigga, I don't know, you paranoid
What the fuck they lookin' at? I'm sayin' you ain't seen
The motherfuckers ridin' past lookin' all at me and shit
Nigga, you trippin', now you trippin', nigga you trippin'
Let's go, scary-ass nigga you high or somethin', let's keep
Man, fuck that man, get in the car, man
Aw, goddamn
Told you don't fuck around over here and shit
Whatever
Uh-uh
Damn, what the fuck's up with my shit?
You didn't put no gas in this raggedy motherfucker, goddamn!
I just got a tune-up the other day, man, my shit all that
Hahaha, ain't this a bitch, pined-out Pete let's keep, oh my goodness
Man, shut the fuck up, let me start my motherfuckin' shit
Fuck you, nigga, take me-
*Explosion*
This shit realer than rap
Somewhere trapped where you can find me at
Got thirteen in my strap
And I keep this bitch with me whatever town we at
I'm killing these niggas, was never feeling these niggas
Went from a million to ten figures I gross
Getting back to the business and in the back of a Bentley
I'm thinking, "Damn how far can I go?"
Well, if my nigga Dre can get a bill
That let me know that it's hope for a nigga still
And many more showing love for my art form
When the ATL, the trap shit is on board, hold up 
Think they gave the wrong nigga money when they let me in
If it wasn't meant for me, they shouldn't have let me sit
The explanation for all the devilish shit we did
I'm grinding, handling my business, bitch!
So many miles in the air
Pardon me, I'm standing on my paper
Up, up and away-er
One way ticket to the ozone layer
Don't you wanna roll where there ain't no mid around?
Take you to another atmosphere, smoke this
Smoke this 
Smoke this 
I can change your atmosphere
I can change your atmosphere
Get your girl to feel my Johnson 
Smoke this 
Smoke this 
I can change your atmosphere, atmosphere
Smoke this
Fallin' back on that ass
Hit the switch and let the ass just drag
2001 & 2002 tags
My nigga what you holdin'?
Step out with the Stacey's and the Snoop Dogg Clothin'
Rollin', with the braids in my hair
Cripped out, way pimped out, oh yeah
You gots to pay the cost to be the boss
After all that dirt I gots to get my shit washed
The Wash
The Wash
My career in fifth gear while y'all's dyin'
You thinkin' California all sun and surf, for sho'
I can see you walkin' under the Earth
My gun burst em'
And I still got my first mil
Still bounce till I feel like the Earth tilt
Every club, Dre and Snoop loudest
G-Funk, get it crunk like the Dirty South
Hold ya mouth, you ain't worth a third of me
A word from me, exclusive as a surgery
But I don't use a scalpel, chainsaw shoppin'
My fingerprints all over the top ten
Like that
Whole staff'll come through and spin
Either on the film or the two-inch wheel
Behind the wheel of a sixty-four
I can't stop till I done fifty totes
Y'all motherfuckers know me
I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' fuck a pass like Kobe
Rock on, rock on, keep movin' on
Groovin' on and hold ya on
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, no star and I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
Sky is the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
Your skin's your travelling bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scab, while mine's glistenin'
Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then
You can journey with me to different places by listenin'
Shitting on them, your brother got it covered
We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind
My genetic code make up, murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day
I'm in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase
Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place
Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, try'na keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me
Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me
Hotel's a seven star, Baguette's glowing
Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless
Dre:
Watts, Compton!
What, cracker!
F. Gary Gray:
And South Central,
don’t trip
.
Tyrese:
Hold on, hold on, the homie is drunk off of
Heinekens
 That nigga said, “South Central, mothafucka!” F Gary, that nigga said, “South Central, mothafucka!”
Another level.
Billionaire boys club for real, homie
. Fix ya face. Fix ya face.
Dre:
You know that. You know that!
Tyrese:
Oh, shit.
The Forbes list just changed. It came out like two weeks ago, they need to update the Forbes list. Shit just changed.
Dre:
In a big way. Understand that.
The first billionaire in hip hop, right here from the motherfuckin’ West Coast.
Believe it.
Tyrese:
OH SHIT!
Fuck y’all niggas talking about! Nigga what! What y'all niggas talking 'bout!
How you spell C.E.O.? D.R.E
What a nigga dream he could try to be
Uh, even though I'm from a place where
Niggas got TECs, don't mean technology
Grew up 'round Blood niggas, real camaraderie
Plus Crip niggas on the other side of me
But I'm the only nigga that I ever tried to be
Winner never sins, you know these niggas tired of me
Not to it if you want crap shootin' in your home
Where a nigga came from, my life changed
'Cause a nigga made hits while my homies flipped bricks
Lot of them ain't here, can't complain
Tried to survive 9 to the 5
You ain't alive if you ain't not willin' to die
The lower the low, the higher the high
Do or you don't, you fall or you fly
I mean you ride or die, nigga
Uh, kill shit, I'ma talk about it
Laid out with the chalk around him
Came back as kings, came back with rings
What if we fall? I never thought about it, nigga
Gunfire, gunfire, nah, nah, nah
Run at yah, run at yah, nah, nah, nah
We come for yah, come for yah, nah, nah, nah
Set fire to my enemies
Fuck a rasclaat, those our enemies
Mi got a few chains worth a hundred keys
Them say they waan ride, mi say, "Pussy, please"
Pussy boy never worried me
My clips up on hundred streets
Nuh call the police pon me
A hundred keys in these streets
Pussy boy, now I walk with weed
Nicole,
Hopefully you doing well and you realized you need to quit fuckin' wit Sedale and come home to your Doctor. I will take care of you baby girl.
I'm in Nevada with Hype lookin' at spots for this new video we are shooting for that single I told you Pac is going to be on once he is out,
called California Love.
We met a bunch of crazy, naked motherfuckers in the desert today, they were putting up some type of giant wood man. I guess they have a big party out here for a bunch of days. I asked them how much they pay, they said "nothing", I was like no money? Someone should get behind fools cause they said there will be at least be 5,000 people.
I think I will have my office look into it, just to see if there is easy money to be had here. I'm 'bout to pass out girl, wish I was up in that ass.
See you back in L.A.
Dre
Uh, they say, uh, a black man is a pimp!
Well lemme tell you the biggest pimp on planet motherfucking Earth:
Is her momma
It's her momma that told her:
Get a man that a good job, gurl
Make sure he got a good car, gurl
Make sure he can take you out and buy you somethin, gurl!
What happened to just fallin' in love with a nigga wit a bus pass?
Just 'cuz you LOVE the nigga?
But I'm the pimp, motherfucker, I gotta be the player!
Biggest hoes, on Planet Earth, are walkin' through the motherfuckin' neighborhood
You KNEW when you got with the nigga he already had a woman
You KNEW he already had a family, but you FUCKED him anyway!
And you thought you was gon' LOSE the nigga, you went and got pregnant
Didn't ya bitch? DIDN'T YA! The Ol' keep a nigga, baby!
And den when the nigga AIN'T AROUND, what do ya tell the child?
"Awh, that nigga ain't shit, that's why yo Daddy ain't here, 'cuz that nigga ain't SHIT!"
How about bein' a woman, and tellin' the child the TRUTH? That yo momma, YOU was a ho!
Tell the kid! Momma was a ho, I was weekend pussy, I had you to keep the nigga, it didn't work out
That's why he ain't here. But he a good nigga. 'Cuz he take care of his REAL family
I was just a dumb bitch, tryna keep, a nigga that I wanted
Hot shit, from the city of big lights
Where ever you look out it's a star
With their cellphones out, doin' bid'ness by the bar
They bein'  That shit that have you on the island
With money in the bank and you riding a real Stallion
Now you flying to Venice, for Italian
And you ain't goin' home until you blow a hundred thousand
 Boss dogg baby, on that patron
Long as you're riding with me, the party is on
Look at how they shake it when they know their daddy at home
 So many models, so much love
Ridin' with the boss doggy, so many drugs
In the air, it's gettin' foggy, we at the club
Smokin' in the back, everybody gettin' bust
Stayin'  Ya, here it is
Westside get yo ass up 
Eastside get yo ass up 
We pick 'em up, we put 'em down
We at the bar, another round
 Like that shit Kanye wear
But no purses, no scarfs or stars cut up in my hair
 Diamond's sparkle when you stare front glare stop, you go blind looking over here
 Carpal tunnel made us in the chair
 I need a bandage from the damage and heavy wrist wear
 Doctor says stop, but I don't care
Fuck I'mma floss till I'm out of here
 I'mma ball till I'm gone
Then I don't give a fuck, you can kick my bones
I'll be buried like a Pharaoh
Draped in the Deniro
20 inch chrome on the whip, call it Will Ferrel
 Blades of glory, I put "Ice, Ice Baby" on all my jewelry
Robert Van Winkle, watch my watch twinkle
Bitch make a wish, I'm a star, what he ain't know
]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol 
I got some down bitches I can call 
I don't know what I would do without y'all 
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall  
[Chorus: Drake, Future, &
Lil Wayne
]
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (
My bitches love me
) 
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (
My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me
) 
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout
I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin'
I lost a few good bitches, met some more bad bitches
And I be schooling them niggas, pose for your class picture
Now kiss my ass if you hatin', I'm getting ass, or I'm skatin'
Bitch
[Pre-Chorus: Future, Lil Wayne, &
Both
]
I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call 
I don't know what I would do without y'all 
I'ma ball 'til the day I fall  
[Chorus: Drake, Future, &
Lil Wayne
]
Yeah, long as my bitches love me (
My bitches love
) 
I can give a fuck 'bout no hater
Long as my bitches love me (
My bitches love me, my bitches love me, my bitches love me
) 
Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga (
Yeah
)
Long as these bitches love me
She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile , Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, "Ooh," dead emotion , Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
There they go, packin' stadiums
as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos
He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no
Go for broke,
his cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain't had him a buzz like this
Since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as befo'
Bashin' in the brains of these hoes
And establishin' a name as he goes
The passion in the flame is ignited
You can't put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck
That I'm talkin' about when we riot
You dealin' with a few true villains
Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin'
And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings
Come flyin' up out of our mouths,
now, rewind it
Payback, motherfucker
For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste outta your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell yah been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and yah niggas get to trippin'
We'll take yah to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn, just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay, nigga got bands
Ink from the money, got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston, spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
"Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt"
Yes, right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger, slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat,
believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone
Rip rip, nigga
I don't need no, frauds
I don't need no, drama when you call
I don't need no, lies
Pick a side, pick a side
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
Uh, I am not a fraud, YM, I'm the god
They don't make 'em like me no more, man, I'm a dinosaur
Blunt be tight as biker shorts, twisted like some handlebars
Lil' Tune out a cartoon or Avatar
I just looked in the mirror like, "Alright, alright, alright"
I would let that little nigga right there fuck my wife, word
I don't need no fraud bitches in and out my life, word
In and out my pockets and then in and out of sight, word
I don't need no drama, I just need some nana
Just told my lil' mama, "Babe, I think I love you, kinda"
Feelin' like Tune-y Montana, Weezy, he get honored
Drake a headliner, and Nicki, she get finer, word
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean
Get some Dramamine
Llama scream,
hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
Son of Gun,
Son of Sam,
you nigga's the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech,
I glow like Buddha
Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch,
I'm bold like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas so many times
That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love
Keep throwin' my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side
‘Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to,
I'm shootin' when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?
Gunna
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm just a sucker for pain
More pain
Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'
For more pain
Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'
For more pain
Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'
For more pain
Got me beggin'...
Mirror on the wall
Hey B.P, looks like I did take 'em to Mars this time
So why are we
Talking to each other again?
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne &
Both
]
Look at you , now look at us 
All my niggas look rich as fuck
All my niggas live rich as fuck 
All-
all my niggas look rich as fuck
Look at you, now look at us 
All my niggas look rich as fuck 
All my-all my niggas live rich as fuck 
All my-all-all my niggas look rich as fuck
And your nigga a hoe
See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac
André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that?
Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne?
My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man
Who that one that do that, boy?
You knew that true that, swallow
And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
But I would like for you to pay me by the hour
And I'd rather be pushin' flowers
Than to be in the pen sharin' showers
Tony told us this world was ours
And the Bible told us every girl was sour
Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower
Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey
Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me"
Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin'
I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it
Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me
Don't you compare me, ‘cause there ain't nobody near me
They don't see me but they hear me
They don't feel me but they fear me
I'm illy,
C3, 3 Peat
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say, "I ain't doubt you for a second."
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel
I wish we could take off
And go anywhere but here, baby, you know the deal
‘Cause she bad so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit, then again, maybe she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Maybe for the money and the power
And the fame right now, she will
Do it for the realest niggas
In the fuckin' game right now, she will
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And looked back and told me, "Baby, it's real."
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I could tell how it feel 
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
'cause she bad, so maybe she won't
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Carter 4 Tunechi
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin' game right now
She will, she will, she will
I think I love her
Don't cry 
Don't go 
Won't lie , I fuckin' love you, woah
Don't cry 
Don't go 
Won't lie, I fuckin' love you, woah 
Don't cry, stay tuned
And triple extension on my motherfuckin' afterlife
Rest in paradise
Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
What the fuck though? Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow! Get the fuck though, I don't bluff, bro
Aimin' at your head like a buffalo
We ain't got no worries
She bad as a hooker, so she ain't got no worries
She want me to eat her sugar, I say "Why you in a hurry?"
She say "Why you asking questions?" I say "Bitch you tryna be funny!"
Now take your fucking clothes off, let me see that Donkey Kong
I swing your ass back and forth, back and forth on my monkey bar
That camel toe, that camel toe, no worries no panty-hose
These niggas falling off like baggy clothes, I smoke more than a magic show
I swear I saw my ho, I swear she was with my ho
You know I fuck them both, sore pussy and sore throat
Bitch, it's Tunechi and I'm out chea, no worries no worries
I would talk about my dick, but man that shit be a long story
YEAHHH, OHH SHIT, I'M UP, YEAHH, YOUNG MULA BABY!
You can look me in my face
See the sh-rooms keep me up
You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there 
Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries
You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there
See them sh-roomies right there
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello Weezy, welcome home
It's Young Mula, baby
[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem
Eminem
]
Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
Yeah
And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone
I'm gone
You know, one of the perils of makin' money is
You can afford to be dramatic
Y'all some drama queens, for real
It's all good, though
You now tuned in to the biggest ever
YMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, man
Y'all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj, and y'all still dyin'
Man, what's up? We in this bitch
This ain't gon' be the first time that I do numbers on two crutches
Seen more plaques than toothbrushes
Until I'm at the pearly white gates
, I gotta move somethin', do somethin'
All meetings happen in person, so they can't prove nothin'
Known her eight years and still fuck her like a new husband
Tryna run a country like Putin one day, but who's rushin', who's bluffin'? For real
Who you huggin', who you wanna be lovin'?
I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who's subbin'?
El Chico luxury,
wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a league
Fuck with me, you niggas can't trouble me from the Doubletree
Step your suites up,
I get Oliver to set the beats up
2021, I had to wet the streets up
Your girl was better in the mornin' like a slice of pizza
That's when I had to hit her with the, "Nice to meet ya"
You niggas think you doin' damage, you just hypin' me up
Face who? I could see a wall of y'all, all of y'all and run straight through
Trust, it's all fun and games until I wanna play too
Ayy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it's bringin' me closer to God
I'm already close to the mob
, I'm already known as the G.O.A.T
Could try and get close, but you won't, I already packed the garage
None of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit's a facade
None of this shit's a mirage
Thought I was seein' things when I was seein' green
6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah
You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
See, I just want you to know that you deserve the best
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful
Yeah, and I want you to know
You’re far from the usual, far from the usual
You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
See, you had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love, how to love, yeah
You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever
Now you in this corner, tryna put it together
How to love, how to love
Lick me like a lollipop 
She— She lick me like a lollipop 
Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop 
She— She lick me like a lollipop 
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo 
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
All of that shit, just Tha Carter, lil' bitch
You changed, suu whoop
Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo
Tunechi
"They might think they've got a pretty good jump shot, or a pretty good flow. But our kids can't all aspire to be LeBron or Lil Wayne."
Shawty want a thug 
Bottles in the club 
Shawty wanna hump 
You know I like to touch 
Your lovely lady lumps 
[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne &
Both
]
Shawty wanna
lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
I said, shawty wanna lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
Shawty wanna lick me...
Like a lollipop
 She— She lick me
like a lollipop
Shawty want a thug 
Bottles in the club 
Shawty wan' hump 
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps 
Stat!
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you 
Call— Ca-Call me, s— so I can get it juicy for you 
Call— Ca-Call me, so I can make it juicy for you 
Call— Call me, s-s-so I can get it juicy for you
Call— Call me, so I can make it juicy for you 
Call— Ca-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for you 
Call me, so— so I can make it juicy for you 
Call— Call me, so-so-so I can get it juicy for you 
Shawty want a thug, thug, thug 
Bottles in the club, club, club 
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Your lovely lady lumps
I say, shawty want a thug
Bottles in the club
Shawty wanna hump
You know I like to touch 
Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps
I get her on top , she drop it like it's hot 
And when I'm at the bottom, she Hillary Rodham 
The middle of the bed , giving, gettin' head 
Givin', gettin' head , givin', gettin' head 
I said hmm, mmm 
Said hmm, mmm, mmm 
I said hmm, mmm, mmm 
Mm-hm
Say, call me, so I can come and do it for you
Call me, so I can come and prove it for you
Call me, so I can make it juicy for you
Call me, so I can get it juicy for you
[Refrain: Static Major, Lil Wayne, &
Both
]
Shawty wanna
lick, lick, lick, lick, lick me like a lollipop
She— She lick me
like a lollipop
, l-lollipop
I said he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper
She-She-She lick me like a lollipop
 So I let her lick the rapper
She— She lick me like a lollipop
Hey, Mr. Carter (Young!
I am him
)
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why 
Hey, Mr. Carter 
Tell me, where have you been?
Around the world now I'm back again
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
Who's been askin' about me?
They've been wondering why 
I'm right here in my chair with my crown
and my dear
Queen B,
as I share, mic time with my heir
Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder
Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother?
Show no mercy in Murcielagos
I'm far from bein'
the bastard that Marcy had fathered
Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs
The Biggies and the Pacs
and the Marleys
and the Marcuses
Garvey;
got me a molotov-cocktail flow
Even if you box well, can't stop the blows
Kaboom!
The Roc Boy in the room
The dope boy I just came off the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot,
while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right: plural
I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go
 Young!
It's my go, yeah
… And I'ma go so opposite of soft
Off the richter,
Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage
Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro
I know, I ride slow, and when I pass
They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past
And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z
Don't forget Weezy, Baby!
[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne &
Choir
]
Hey, Mr. Carter 
Tell me, where have you been? 
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why 
Hey, Mr. Carter 
Tell me, where have you been? 
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching 
They've been wondering why 
Hey, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been?
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why
Hey, Mr. Carter
Tell me, where have you been?
Cause they've been asking, they've been searching
They've been wondering why
And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth
It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt
Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve
Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve
God bless Amerika
This ole' godless Amerika
I heard tomorrow ain't promised today
And I'm smoking on them flowers, catch the bouquet
Here we live by the sword and die by the sword
Heard police was lookin' for me, I'ma hide by a broad
Shootin' stars in my pocket; bitch, sit on my rocket
I'm wired out the socket, but still shockin'
Everybody wanna tell me what I need
You can play a role in my life but not the lead
I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean &
Both
]
My homies still
Haha, my homies still 
Yeah my homies still 
Little nigga make my goons
go stupid
Go stupid
,
go stupid
 
Don’t make my goons
go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid,
yeah 
Look, I’m eastside them haters 90 going West 
My niggas pumping so much bass, motherfuckers going deaf
Weezy F, I'm eastside my nigga Sean from the West
And niggas pumping so much bass
Yeah, uh-huh
Young Mula
Truk yo girl
C5, best rapper alive
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let it fly
You cannot break down what can't be broken
Out of all the rankless, I was chosen
When all of the lights, they get low
And all of the curtains, they close
You cannot break down what can't be broken 
G-code, G-code, we can't break the G-code
We bros 
We bros, we bros, we can't break for these hoes,
G-code
Uh, glory, hallelujah
Holy shit, I can't hold this shit, my bowel's looser
My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users
You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus
My tires Lucas, my driver's cruisin', my partner's ruthless
My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies
I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human
You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi
You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em
Glory, hallelujah 
I got 'em
I got 'em
Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Grindin’ for all my shit
Yeah, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I put time into all this shit
Man, I’m grindin’ for all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
Perfect timing with all my shit
I’m grindin’ for all my shit
 Perfect timing
I would rather stack it up and put it in the safe
Then peek inside the safe and say I’m running out of space
Believe that
Scoob, find another oo-wop
Tell them niggas cool out
'Cause it can be a mohafucking shoot-out
Kidnap a nigga, beat the truth out
Moms pick the suit out
Top floor, window he get threw out
Deuce out, pussy bitches, deuce out
Flying out the crew out,
they flew out
Invite 'em to my new house, my new house
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, grindin’
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I'm grindin’
I’m fucking every night up in my new house
'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house, I’m grindin’
Twap, twap!
Twap, twap!
In the new house, we got the twap
You who are rich and whose troubles are few
May come around to see my point of view
What price the crown of a king on his throne
When you’re chained in the dark all alone?
I’m real as they come, I follow the rules
I’m still in the hood but I probably should move
Made enough money, I don’t fuck around
I just felt they needed me so I stuck around
Feds got my man, shit is real son
'Cause my godson just became my real son
Think life is a game but all you get is a turn
You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn
Kush in the air, I’m pushin' the gears
Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear
If it ain't right, I don’t sign the deal
Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill
Gasoline, propane
Ain't no salary cap in the dope game
Ain't no collective bargainin' on cocaine
So in other words, nigga, do your thing
Mind in one place, heart in another
Please pardon my brother, he’s just angry at you niggas
Who don't have your heart in your rap shit
And got too fuckin' comfy
'Cause we still fuckin' hungry, Young Money, got the munchies
Faded, fuckin' faded, aw yeah I'm fuckin' faded
They tellin’ lies about me, aw yeah, I must've made it
Rikers Island on this flow, eight months for that pistol
But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole
Three visits later, I went and did it major
So fuck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator
Watchin' all these kids who thought they had it figured out
And then November came, they let my nigga out
Uh, stop playin', I ain't with that bullshit
Niggas act like bitches, Sheneneh, oh my goodness
This is Wayne’s world, and y’all are just some tourists
Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish you would bitch
Brand new pussy, pussy good as baby powder
Two Glock .40's, nigga, you got 80 problems
Swimmin’ in the money, I'ma need some fuckin' goggles
It's better to give, but we don't give a fuck about 'em
I just came home, shit done got real, ho
Lil' Weezyana, the boot nigga, steel toe
I ain't workin' with a full deck but I deal, ho
I just touched down, kick the motherfuckin' field goal
Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money
Kidnap your bitch, get that "how-much-you-love-your-lady" money
I know you fake, nigga, press your brakes, nigga
I’ll take you out, that’s a date, nigga
I'm a grown-ass Blood, stop playin' with me
Play asshole and get an ass whippin’
I think you pussy cat, ha, Hello Kitty
I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin
I lay 'em down, Tempurpedic
This shits a game of chess, you niggas think it's cleavage
Its Young Money, yeah, tis the season
I give you the business, bitch this a business meetin'
My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy
Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija
Nigga, I'm straight, my girl a faggot
Potato on the barrel, pop-pop-potato salad
Coconut Ciroc
Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot
I'm over the bitch, and she over the top
They say love is the key, somebody changed the lock
Well, and I wish I never met ya
And I heard you're doing you, and you heard I'm doing better
And all I had to do was put two and two together
But that just makes four, but not forever, damn
So much for being the perfect couple
I put in overtime, I was working doubles
I wish you the best, good luck boo
Weezy F, for "Fuck you"
No ain't nothing going on
Girl I'm moving on, just take your ass home
Get away from here girl, I'm so glad you're gone
This is the last song I'm writing for you
Now I see how you can be
I don't want you 'round me all you do is down me girl
How many years I tried to get ya
Don't even text my phone when it hit ya, cause girl done taught me
How to hate a bitch that owe you everything
At least a wedding ring, moving on to better things
So don't you call me talking bout them other fools
I'm not good enough for you, I thought that we was cool
If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't listen
I'm through fucking with these bitch ass bitches
Takin' over, Lord I'm takin' over
Dropped the Sorry 4 The Wait until the wait is over
Sippin' lean out a flask, nigga
And all I do is smoke, fuck, and thrash, nigga, ayy!
And this that Sorry 4 The Wait 2 
Fuck these haters, throw your board up if you skate too
I send my goons to kill somebody, I need head proof
Then they come through and sit it on my coffee table
Tunechi – niggas don't appreciate you 
You've been down since day one
It meant nothin' on day two 
Sometimes the truth is hard to swallow, and to say, too
But I graduated from that bullshit, now I hate school
And now I'm takin' over, now I'm takin' over 
The old me dead and gone, that's who I'm prayin' over
Might have to go back to slangin' yola 'til the wait is over
If so, then I got bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda...
Yeah, I'm single
Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino
I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me
And I'm single, yeah, I'm single
And I'm single, tonight I'm single
And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something
And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your-
If you're single tonight
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single, put your hands up
If you're single
If you're single tonight
That's some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas ratin' yourself
I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself
That's some six shit
Yeah, yuh
Okay, put my heart to the side
In my feelings, ***, let's ride
Big MAC to the side
If she call, I'm gon' slide
"That my baby," boy, you crazy
She might get a new Mercedes
She say she want me, oowee
Okay, lil' shawty, let's do this, come on
If I could count the tears I've cried
A million times, I swear I've died
I'm trying, but it's still not right
The only time I want her is tonight
I'm not scared of the dark
I'm not running, running, running
No, I'm not afraid of the fall
I'm not scared, not at all
Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark?
I'm not scared 
I'm not scared 
Even from the start 
I'm not scared of the dark 
Of the dark 
Mmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
President Carter, Pre-President Carter
Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga
I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga
Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga
Reality’s a bitch and I'mma dance with her
140 pounds, 5'6 from the ground
Bitch I'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
I tried to fuck the world and couldn't even get aroused
I ain't looking for the beef but I ain't seen it in a while
Uh, and we all want world peace
Murder show, I give your ass good seats
Shit, I'm much more than a good speech
Gorillas in suits
The holy war, the spiritual troops
Fighting over the mythical truth
Drowning in the political soup
They shoot missiles and nukes
Taking out such a pivotal group
The body count is the physical proof
And they thought drugs were killing the youth, 
Thank you, thank you all, I am President Carter
Lay on that bed, open your mouth
This pussy so clean like soap in your mouth
I do my lil' dance, he scoping me out
If that dick like a tree watch me build a treehouse
Ok, the baddest bitch in this bitch, got the fattest clique in this bitch
You might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this bitch
I'm Trin, B nigga? Queen nigga, sleep in this pussy, dream nigga
I stay on that dick like a fucking balance beam nigga
Hair pull, neck grab, don't fuck with hoes that backstab
Don't fuck with niggas that ain't got shit, if I fucked a nigga then that's my dick
My mouth a jacuzzi, my pussy a safe place
Fuck me 'til daybreak, then you can go skate, Trina
And now I'm in this bitch
And life said, "Tune, you knew me for way too long"
I never change, you know I been this bitch
And then she said, "Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out, let it all work out" 
"Let it all work out, let it all work out"
Tunechi, you a monster
Looked in the mirror, but you wasn't there, I couldn't find ya
I'm lookin' for that big, old smile, full of diamonds
Instead, I found this letter you ain't finished writin'
It read, "I'm sorry for even apologizing"
I tried, compromising and went kamikaze
I found my momma's pistol where she always hide it
I cry, put it to my head and thought about it
Nobody was home to stop me, so I called my auntie
Hung up, then put the gun up to my heart and pondered
Too much was on my conscience to be smart about it
Too torn apart about it, I aim where my heart was pounding
I shot it, and I woke up with blood all around me
It's mine, I didn't die, but as I was dying
God came to my side and we talked about it
He sold me another life and he made a prophet
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Sampha &
Jacida Carter
]
Yeah, and he said
"Let it all work out" 
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
Let it all work out 
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out" 
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all—"
"Let it all work out" 
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all work out"
"Let it all—"
Love you, Dwayne
]
I'm facing the bottle
For all of my problems 
These Instagram models 
Are nothing but trouble 
She's going away now 
I'm going full throttle 
All these Instagram models
I said they're nothing but trouble
 Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed
 Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed
 Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed
 Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon
And if you happen to get there before me
Leave a message in the dust just for me
If I don't see it, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon 
Intergalactical love
The sky is falling, intergalactic, intergalactical love
And I'll be waiting for you 
On the dark side of the moon
Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you
On the dark side of the moon 
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
But baby lets face it, I'm not into dating
I haven't been patient
Ever since I been famous my time has been racing
My motives are basic, this life I've been chasing
These hearts I've been breaking
And these girls I been tasting don't never get naked
They like it in a head lock fuck 'em from behind
Fuck 'em with their clothes on,
put it to the side
Feelings to the side like a don do
Get 'em wet, let it slide like a sunroof
Got goals, got dreams, got a hotel-crib
Got niggas that'll die for the prince
Got my city on lock, XO 'til the death
Left town in a coach came back in a jet
I'm good, I'm not living like I did before
I'm good, I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, said I'm good
Oh, I been good
I've been out there puttin' down that work
I'm good, said I'm good, I said I'm good
Everything I said I'd do, I did
I'm good, motherfucker I'm good
This is dedicated to everybody who forgot
Forgetful motherfuckers
Remember, don't you remember?
I been good, we good
Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!
Hustle Gang, bang, green mean, anybody get it
Anything we'll do for the paper
And we live this shit, talk slick get kill't
Got nothin' but a tool for a hater 
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way 
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way 
The car I'm drivin' make you feel some type of way 
The cash I gettin' make you feel some type of way
This type of way, know you feel some type of way 
That shit ain't hot, we out here poppin' that's all I can say
My only problem is tryin' to decide what I'mma drive today
We shine all in they face, I know they feel some type of way
I wake up in a multi-million dollar crib get dressed I plan on having a nicer day
When these punk ass rappers keep my name in they mouth, like they some type of gay
You know me dog, so watch what you say 
We ain't playing no games with your lame ass nigga, fuckboy you can die today 
I keep a chopper in my backseat, actually it's my Glock partner 
Play crazy if you want to, fuck around and get shot partner 
I don't like these niggas, and really fuck these niggas
Talk crazy in ya raps if you want, when you see me you won't touch me nigga! 
Ball all around in my flip flop, you think TIP soft? Well then why don’t you try me
If you really gon' be dramatic, we gon' to need some music, they queuein' the violin
I'm talking slow singing, flower bringing
Empty a clip in you earing, and you chest thing, and you out the door
This flooded rollie make you feel some type of way 
Your ho be on me, know you feel some type of way 
The car I’m driving make you feel some type of way 
The cash I get it make you feel some type of way 
Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up
I threw some bad bitches on my tour bus
I do some bad bitches on my private jet
If them bitches ain't fucking, give them parachutes
Walked up to a redbone like I'm the shit
Told her, "Give me that pussy, and fuck my bitch"
Yeah, skate rebel, gun at my waist level
Bitch yellow, tape yellow, give you an H-A-L-O
I don't do pussy niggas but get the most pussy, nigga
I'm popping Percs, I'm sipping lean, smoking pot like cooking dinner
My homie T roll up my blunt, skinnier than Rex Ryan
I'm counting money, I'm smoking plants, call that shit "math and science"
Now suck dick, Trukfit, snapback on your dog ass
These niggas broke like Mr. Glass,
they don't want none, Sister Act
It's Young Money, you bitch, you; my weed louder than pimp suits
Your bitch swallow my pimp juice,
her pussy wetter than swim suits
Swish! Michael... Phelps, nigga, in your ho
Coupe the color of YooHoo
; rude boy—free Buju
Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? I been balling since '98
Fuck y'all I'd rather skate, shoot you up in your database
I fell in love with drop-tops
, I fell in love with shotguns
Our guns bigger than cop guns; y'all ain't spitting, dry tongue
I like wet pussy, she like hard dick, hard head make her soft fast
Tatted up from head to toe, guess you can call me a mark-man
Wayne soaring, all my whores is whoring
All you rappers is boring, Trukfit hat and some Jordans, ugh!
Lamborghini Murci' , your chick she so thirsty 
I'm in that two-seat Lambo  girl, she tryna jerk me 
Okay, Lamborghini Murci' , your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two-seat Lambo with your girl , she tryna jerk me 
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth 
It is a weepin' and a mournin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth 
It is a—when it comes to my sound 
Which is the champion sound 
Believe, believe 
Believe, believe 
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a mournin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound 
Believe, believe
Believe, believe 
She just be like
This pussy for you
I say come and eat this bone and stop eating dog food
And she got that nigga name covered that's a war wound
And she lay me on my back and then she blow me like boom
Then I turn on the lights, yeah
Then look in her eyes
Girl that pussy too tight, you need a pussy massage
She got a body like a mermaid, she a plus, first aid
I put her in her place and that's first place
Tunechi
Tell her I skate
I ain't got no worries, no Frank Ocean I'm straight
Tunechi, tell 'em I'm straight
Tunechi
Haaa
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
This is not a love song, this is a you song
I just happen to love you
I mean how many times
How many times I gotta
How many times I gotta say it for it to count?
Are you counting?
I loved the pictures
I needed that, I swear I did
I was just thinking about you when you sent them too
You don't believe me? I know
D5, what up 5?
I-I love you too...I do
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
One in ya dome, one in ya dome
Empty stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I'm gon' get it, gon' get it
My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin', my trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
Nigga
Rest in peace to the game 'cause I'm fresh to death
Rest in peace to the game, tell them kill they self
Make your death wish, 'cause I'm too fresh
'Cause I'm fresh to death, 'cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game 'cause I killed it
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death
What you talkin', I came out a coffin
Yeah
I just can't see myself
Living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double-R
'Cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like bitches
Actin' like little fags like Richard
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You got a problem
I can fix it like a mathematician
I am-munition
Call me ammo for short
Trukfit shirt, camo the shorts
Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc
With your son in your arms
I'll put —
One in your dome
Tunechi
Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin'
I got this shit wrapped up, bow and a ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call them siblings
And them bullets travel, better hope I keep dribblin'
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they fly like Tinkerbell
But they all on my wire like Stringer Bell
I let them be, 'cause you know how the sting’ll feel
Know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
And I fuck up any track: train derail
Know how to roll, never need training wheels
And when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
Uh, all or nothing or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
Just had a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
And the "F" is for "Fuck yourself"
Uhh, yeah
And I ain’t doing nothing but getting my share, breathin' this air
And Mack moms told me she gon' keep me in her prayers
So I’m feeling alright, I’m tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip, then I'ma meet you there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach, and cheerleaders cheer
I’m trying to keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" ain’t for "Fear," uh
[
Verse 3: Kidd Kidd
& ]
Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer
Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya
I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster
I'm wanted by every lady cop all over
That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya
Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over"
She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover
Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car
Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off
All you heard over the dispatcher is...
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say
Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key
Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift
Cause it's on tonight
Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head
And I can't wait to get it on
I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer
When I get up all in ya
We can hear the angels calling us
We can see the sunrise before us
And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang
I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee
Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say
Only once the drugs are done 
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying 
Only once the drugs are done 
Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah
Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah
Pop some X with my exotic dancer
She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Smart Car
Switch her, put her in Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Uber
That's some sick shit
Dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader
Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question
You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that
.
Uh, should I call somebody else?
'Cause girl, it's almost 12 and this dick won't suck itself
Girl, you know it need some help, it'd make a nigga's day
If you said you on your way, ayy, ayy
Should I call somebody else?
'Cause girl, it's almost 12 and this dick won't suck itself
Girl, you know it need some help, it'd make a nigga's day
I just hope you know the way
And she said
Now, I know  the only compass that I need 
Oh, is the one  that leads back to you 
Now, I know the only compass that I need 
Oh, is the one  that leads back to you 
That leads back to you
Faded off the kush, I'm gone
Only two years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home
Looking like my grandma, my niggas got that ammo
We jack-son and then light up the L, Samuel
Tunechi in this bitch, nigga, y'all niggas bitch niggas
Rats gon' rat, and snakes gon' hiss, nigga
Baseball rich, nigga, do this shit for all my homies
Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that pussy on me
Tunechi, you a murderer, boy, you just be killing shit
Yeah, you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist
Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep, man
Birdman Junior, got the world in my wingspan
How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King
I get deep in that pussy, dig her out, surgery
Fucking with a real nigga, fucking right, certainly
Break in your fucking home, take your life, burglary
Whoa, nigga, die slow, nigga
For dear life you're holding on, En Vogue, nigga
Unload, nigga, reload, nigga
Tools on deck, Home Depot, nigga
Well, if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
Yeah, and all my bitches nasty, like a cold dinner
Every day I go so hard and work my ass off
I'm good, I'm 100, like a fastball
It's Carter IV
Yeah!
Ugh!
I'm going back in, man
Yeah
We get fuck y'all money, how you wanna play it?
That AK sleep on the side of my bed
That's one eye closed, one eye open
Your cap get peeled, like ibuprofen
I'm sick, I'm ill,
I ain't the nigga to fuck with
It's a crazy world,
and life is shorter than Bushwick
Young Money, man, we got this shit by a land slide
Boy, I send them Bloods at your ass, like a tampon
Uptown shit, wet the whole party
Weezy gon' ball, bal' like Steve Harvey
The heater, I'ma tuck her; Tucker like Delores
That's my word,
word like thesaurus
I don't see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard
Rap game dependent on me, like a bungee cord
Fear nobody, but God almighty
Shoot that motherfucker 'til I get arthritis
I'm a beast, I'm a ass, I'm ahead of my class
I'm a diamond in the rough, like a baby in the trash
I don't talk it, I live it; I paint a picture, vivid
And them pistols popping, like they sitting in a skillet
I go so hard, go so mean, I'm so New Orleans
Told the judge I couldn't budge, it was him or me
Forget the bullshit and remember me
And you don't want to fuck with a soldier
Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder
Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting
On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha
And you don't want to fuck with a soldier
Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder
Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses
Haha, now that's fucked up
And I'm a G
And you ain't got to know the alphabets to
see
I know my whole city is depending on me
And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets
So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas
Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger
Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Because the sky is the limit
Yeah, the sky is the limit
And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it
'Cause the sky is the limit
They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living
I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing
'Cause the sky is the limit
Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit
Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit
The sky is the limit
If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit
Me!
You watch me!
You watch me!
'Cause I be
Weezy,
must-see TV,
C3
Nigga, that's me, and I'm me
I'm me, times three
So retreat, or suffer defeat
I'm back, 3-Peat!
C3!
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk
That's my gun walk, nigga, that's my gun walk
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can't say nothin', you can't say nothin'
You end up everywhere you say you wasn't
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that's your cousin?
I don't do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they on the same
Oh my god, I changed
Oh my god, they still on the same
You can't say nothin', you can't say nothin'
You end up everywhere you say you wasn't
Is that your boyfriend? Why you say that's your cousin?
I don't do handshakes, that shit disgusts me
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula, Mula Gang
Mula Gang, Gang, Gang
That your boyfriend? That shit disgusts me
Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho
Shout out Cole, you already know what it is
Cole World,
Wayne’s World
We in this bitch ho
Special delivery at your front door
Hahahahahahaha, redbone biatch!
OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning
Dick in your mouth while you're yawning, I'm going in
Gudda, why they started me? Marley, why they started me?
I bring it to your front door like you ordered me
Back in this bitch, but a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit, need hot porridge
Got a lot more shit than you can ever fathom
A big-head nigga couldn’t even imagine
The shit I do, most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat, you bitch, ooh, you better cum
Bet I run this shit, I don't run from shit
I still b—beat your ass like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking Baby, baby, make the ladies come quick
The money can’t fit in my pockets, but I bet that gun fit
And I’m so unfit 'cause all I eat is rappers
And these rappers ain't shit, I like my fast food faster
Syrup got me slow like a turtle 'round this ho
And I'm flyer than the highest-flying bird around this ho
What's the word around this ho? You get served around this ho
Yeah, you get served like a fucking hors d'œuvre around this ho
I don’t splurge around no ho, no, I don’t shine in front of no bitch
'Cause after she get off my dick, I be like "Find the front door, bitch"
I don't know why in the fuck your bitch keep coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind? My fucking dick
I call her "dickhead,"
spicy like a Big Red
Strike you like a Bic head—your flow sick? My shit dead
Sillier than V.I.C. said, Soulja Boy and Arab
You should see my eleven-year-old daughter do they dance
I call it the Nae-Nae dance
, proud to be Nae-Nae’s dad
Gun on the waistline, leave you in the wasteland
We are not the same, I am a Martian, this is Space Jam
No Ceilings, R.I.P., Amen
Motherfucking caveman, beating on my chest
Young Money, Cash Money, and I'm eating all the rest
Nigga, no offense, sorry if you're offended
Riding high like I'm on 54 inches
Man, I'd rather chill with 54 bitches
Ch—Chill like— Ch—Chill like an Eskimo
L—Let's get more— Let's get more bitches
And I be like, "Let's get more bitches"
Mr. Officer, stop arresting your bitches
Stop letting the messy hoes mess with your business
Mickey Mouse cheese, hip-hop Walt Disney
Sheesh, gosh, Oshkosh B’gosh
Smoking on that Bob Marley, listening to Pete Tosh
I—I—I do me; no, I do three
At a T... I-M-E
Why, when we say we Young Mula
The bitches leave y'all and relay-run to us
And payday comes sooner than later 'round here
And you see my sharks like they got some bait around here
Hey, you better stop the hate around there
Before Tommy, Mac, and Nina debate around there, yeah
You see it in my face, I don’t care
Whole court hearing, trial, and the case around there
I'm the best thing yet
, I know I got that thing wet
Everybody wan' be fly but don’t know where their wings at
Huh, had to pause for a minute
Now, I'm right back in it, like the drawers of the women
On a scale of one to ten'n, my girl be a twenty
My girl so bad, make a nigga think he sinning
My goons so gritty, my goons is so with me
Haters gotta go on iTunes to go get me
Gators, matadors, baboons, and those grizzlies
All come out me when I'm on the micropho-N-E
Mic check, two-three; I'm different like blue pee
And my girls be half naked like Betty Boop be
Like a hoopty, man, the boy been riding
And I ain't gassed up, 'cause I'm more like a hybrid
You think I'm stunting, but no, I'm just surviving
And I been here, but my soul is just arriving
Look up in the air, it's a crow, it's a robin
No Ceilings, full dose, I'm prescribing
Medication free, and for meditation, we
Smoke some better tastin' weed that you’ll ever taste or see
S-H-A-R-P as a tack, hotter than
Riding through the desert on a camel back, I done been
Riding through wherever with the hammer strapped, I ain't lying
I can do whatever if I'm planning that
So I got my guns, let's dance, like FannyPack
And we cook the hard, cut the soft, and bring the whammys back
Mafio, bitch, where your motherfucking family at?
Call my nigga Gudda if you trying to get your mammy back
All up in another nigga woman, I be ramming that
Seeing through these see-through niggas like they're laminate
Hip-hop so contaminate, I swear, just examine it
And I'm such a philanthropist, the God to these evangelists
I dress so Los Angeles, but I love Miami, though
I act so New Orl-e-ans, yes, I go pistachios
That means I go nuts on any beat they throw at me
And the bitches is so at me, and you know what they throw at me
Hahaha!
No—No Ceilings
KE on the Track
No Ceilings
Ah...
O—OK
I got this chrome on this Bugatti, I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
Bitch, I’m bad, I'm worse,
I'll pass the purp
Don't fuck with me 'cause right now, I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear, I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK, I spaz, I curse; you last, I'm first
I'm on your ass, like dirt;
behind that cash, get murked
I'm talking big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga
What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga
Shoot the witness, nigga
Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga
Ol' dickless nigga
Man, I'm running with the blocka
, Young Money, motherfucker
You think we gon' do our thing? Well, ain't it sunny in the summer?
And we coming for the commas
, and whoever
among us
And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
I said, T.I., hold your head
, and Mack, hold your head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
And to my Bloods, code red
, man, you know how we play it
And if it costs to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay
I—I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit
Take the brain off the whip; now, it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promised tomorrow
Now, women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Fuq' roll them killer plants, the Little Shop of Horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara
Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes
The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarterback, shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards
Bitch, I ball hard, breaking all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I will crack yours
And even at the White House, we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall
Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdie these balls
In the Porsche 911, like emergency calls
Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls
Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, ugh
Now, get off my dick, I ain't fucking with you
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her
I mean, a bitch she never met, her best friend, or sister
I leave the pussy micro-soft like Windows Vista
Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys' memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go
Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show
Still "long hair, don't care" like a Navajo
I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search
I smash this verse, and I swag and surf
No Ceilings!
Hahahaha!
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accounts
Plus a main account, with insane amounts
That's somethin' to think about
Plus the drank in route, now I'm hangin' out
With 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 bitches ready to drink me down
Ready to drink me down, ready to drain me out
Plus my main in town, and she came around
Said they ain't her style
25 million on a nice big ol' mansion
And bitch, I still haven't invited your family
When you walk in you see the art and gold Grammys
I'ma just kill that pussy, now it's just a closed casket
25 million on a mansion, so precious
Bitch, be careful when you're bringin' your besties
Satin sheets, I ain't got time for no messes
That exorcist told me my wifey possessive
Adderall just so we can go restless
We fuckin' all, all night long, no breakfast
No confessions, no questions, we both professionals
Now ride me like an open road, no pedestrians
Six shit, on God
Dedication 6 on God
Dedication 6 on God
That's some sick shit
Oh Lord
Dedication 6 oh Lord
Dedication 6 oh Lord
Yes Lord
Dedication 6 yes Lord
Dedication 6 yes Lord
Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove
Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
Cut
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your bitch wanna come over here where the grass is greener
And if you passing that weed, I'm the wide receiver
@LilTunechi, follow the leader Bitch!
Tell me somethin I don’t know
Like what happened to hard coke?
You can call me Eddie cause I stay ready
My family call me Eduardo
I’m music to these bitches ears
I hit that ass like the wrong note
My bitch bad, with corn rows
With boots on in farm clothes
You can find me prancin in the finest mansion
With the finest dancer with a height advantage
She want cocaine, pills, and weed, liquor and dick
She gotta micro manage
I'm just eatin rappers
They go nice in salads
With some diced up carrots
I just like a challenge
Psychopathic, so psychopathic
Nigga give me credit, or my balance
Lil Tunechi
Stand up niggas
Man, fuck this hating bitch ass niggas
Lil' bitch
Niggas gonna talk they ain't talking bout shit
Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick
Fuckin fuck niggas on that fuck shit
Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
And let that kush burn let that kush
Yeah I let that kush burn
Smoking gasoline bitch
The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher
Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer
Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't even know
I woke up and acted like I didn't even know her, yeah
Don't fuck with these fuck niggas, you already know us
I'm looking for that loud pack, weedman bring the noise
Yeah
Pass that weed to the next nigga, blunt longer than a tongue twista
Hoes want this scud missile
,
I'mma ball, like Crystal
Lil Tunchi Li,
young sex pistol
, new money, no wrinkles
I'm hard headed, Ocho, Dedication Cinco
, uh
What up 5?
Rocko fuck with me!
Yeah!
Future fuck with me!
Yeah!
T, I feel like MJ
I'm working that graveyard shift, man these niggas been dead
5!
Girl, what about me? Yeah  
I stayed up all night for you  
Girl, girl, what about me? 
I shut down my life for you 
Now you run around with him, and him, and him
How you do that? 
How you act like I never held you every night?
And now you never call back, please 
Girl, girl, what about me? Me? 
Oh-ho-oh
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a rollercoaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise, we don't know that it's there
And I, see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger, I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker
I know your name...
As it is, shawty
Weezy, where you going?
You're going a little bit too far
Up up and away 
Up up and away 
Man I'm so high, I come down in a couple of days
Come here, I might need you
You're gonna have to tickle me or something
I need to smoke a cigarette
I'ma just leave this right here
The greatest mixtape series of all time
Uh-uh-uh-mmmm
Care to debate me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, sick shit
I thought so
Keep that shit on Twitter, y'all ain't lit, y'all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr!
Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up
Watchin' me do push-ups
She was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn
Your thot need to get her look up, ugh
You're plottin' on me, my foot up, ugh
Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, ugh
That ain't sauce, that's pudding, ugh
Tunechi 'cross her bosom, damn
Shooting up the jurors, damn
Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger
"Benjamin Button," push him, bam!
Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie
Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies
Gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a look-see
Better play hooky, I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans
And some athletes, and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky
Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and
When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Mickey
I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly
Fuck my bitches' friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch is giving me her twenty-twenty
Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's
Like she tired of Macy's, J.C. Penney's
I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it
If we winning, win it
I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it
So I had to tint it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it's back to business, and we laugh at sentencing
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artist or a starving artist
In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias
Don't make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeerers
Now your good luck looking like you cracking mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That's a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If your nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And the cash, it triple; flip, kick, jiujitsu
Throwing pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that's official
Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than The Simpsons
And her man a simper, so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec, I'll go at your neck
And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr!
Yeah, cannibalism, going animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes
You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions
Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason
Got their eyes wide, but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walking 'round my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan
Niggas talking out their bowel movers
Turn their homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo you
Tell a doc that's tryna save your life
And running wires through you, he could die next to ya, rrr!
I'ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We put out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostituting
These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution
Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
En route to Houston with the contribution
Full of Monster juices, Mazda too slow
Macho, Cujo, macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr!
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the coupe, ho, and I know that you know
I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so,
my pockets is sumo
Getting the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lollapaloo-zo
Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o
Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony
Or opera, two-door, hitting some new notes
And I am the maestro, and you just a typo
Private flight, don't fly in too low
I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo
One went to college and one went to JuCo
I had to ask 'em, "What's four plus two, though?" Rrr!
My ultimate basketball dream team
The starting five would most likely be umm
Of course I'ma have to start with
Kobe Bryant
, umm
This gone take a minute, umm,
Chris Paul
Uhh,
Shaquille O'Neal
,
LeBron James
And umm, oh you know I'm gon say Steph Curry, hehe,
Steph Curry
You already know that's my starting five, I got money on them
Holla at ya boy
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
I am sippin' on that lean, don't bring me no bottles, ho
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow,
Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleep, I go home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
I'm sittin' on these motherfuckin' millions like a beanbag
Fuck you, don't judge me, drug me then love me
Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies
I'm tripping, tell Pippen to beam me up, Scotty
Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
That's no lie, I'm so hot, you pussy ass niggas Massengill
I got them yellow Xanax
, I slipped on a banana peel
Trukfit T-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
Pass that weed around like some fuckin' hors d'oeuvres
Man I'm shit faced and your bitch facin', she high too, fuckin' right
My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, uh
Yeah, I'ma let that breathe
Let that breathe
Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that's with ya
And she send me naked pictures
If I was you I wouldn't kiss her, you know why?
You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
You ain't never jocked no nigga, you ain't never sweat no nigga
Yeah, you don't want none of these niggas
Bitch, I ain't one of these niggas, ho
I be doin' my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
Fuck your feelings I'm feelin' me, you want real? That's real as me
Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say "Dick for free"
All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that motherfucker dry
Yes Lord
Yeah and she say, "Yes Lord"
Yeah, Dedication 4, ho
Scoob in this bitch with me?
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins
I got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be bougie
Wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya
But I hope you haven't forgot about me—
Up in the living room, watchin'
SportsCenter
You were cookin' dinner, I was such a sinner
But the Lord is a forgiver; you know, they say if you pray
Then you can get your blessings ordered and delivered
And your boyfriend is not like me
Ma, you even went and got a teardrop like me
I remember we would sit at home all day
You called me "butter," I called you "babe"
My momma asked about you, my partners did too
I know your daughter will be so amazing like you
And I know you probably wish you never met me
And I just wish you never forget me,
and let me say:
Please don't worry 'bout the women I have been with
No engagement can amount to your friendship
And I hope that nigga know he got a queen
And all I can do is dream
, damn!
I've been lonely, I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending, and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
Ain't making it through to your heart
I'ma be on the TV, mama
Kiss my motherfuckin' ass
Ayy, the blues is now kickin', and dinner is three Michelin
I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin'
Know that I need discipline
I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'
Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es
But we are not equivalent, dawg
I been an only child, don't need siblings
And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay
Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like, "He's sickenin'"
If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it
Classics, I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin'
Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish the way that it stays doublin'
I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments
Whatеver they're doin' with my cash is vеry troublin'
Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin'
Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin'
When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it
So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it
Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it
Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up
I'ma make you bounce out this ho like Big Freedia
Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two-liter
First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater
Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater
On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real
But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours
Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure
I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her
Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her
That's the only way I know how to express love
My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove
All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up, for real
I come with a lot of complications inside me
It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me
Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me
Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me
Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy
Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me
Mhm, yeah, mhm
Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy
Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me
Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana
Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas
That'll keep niggas honest
I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages
Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas
I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em
Got a two-seater problem
Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em
Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em
I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers
I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers
Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose
She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose, perfect
I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person
Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses
All I gotta be is all that I can possibly
She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me
I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies
You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry
'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet
I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes
They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall
I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours
I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords
Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls
Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms
Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth
Holla at your boy
Can't nobody save yah
New Orleans pride and savior
Nigga this that Carter 5
I feel like, feel like I'm on my final caper
Uh, and I'm about to smoke one, pass out, OG kush, hashed out
She only want alcohol and trees, fuck that, you gotta branch out
I camp out by a rat house, wait 'till he turn the lamp out
Still drownin' in the fuckin' money, y'all niggas look like y'all swam out
In this bitch, gats out in this bitch
She say she can come and help my fat wallet get fit
I told her that's not in this script, I don't see that in the script
I'm smokin', gettin' head, lookin' down tryna read lips
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'
Niggas I had you catchin' cases, while we out here catchin' breaks
And I'm gon' shoot it if I wave it, shoot it if I wave it
I tell myself
Ain't a moment 'till I make it
It ain't a moment 'till I make it
Have my cake and eat it too, I want a bakery
And see lately
All I've been doin' is celebratin'
Don't even know what I'm celebratin'
I know why you ain't celebratin', cause you ain't sellin' nathin'
Mulah, baby
And you still ain't seen a fucking thing until you C5
I still don't know today
Was he playing with the gun or was it an accident
I still... I just don't.... I.... I be wanting to ask him but I never asked him after all these years
Was that a accident or did he... or was he playing with the gun
So I never really found out about what...
You know what happ-... what really happened with him and that shooting
Uh
Dana text me and say she wanna see me
Then sent a picture of her in the mirror
No clothes on, of course
She want that dope dick, hello, world, I'm the dope dealer
I love it when she talk crazy
That dick make her walk crazy
And last time was awesome
All the lines, we crossed 'em
I ain't a killer, but don't push me
I O. J. Simpson that pussy
Ha, yeah, that's the shit
Pussy taste so good, make you smack your lips
I don't know about you, but I'm a beast with mine
She say she waitin' for the Carter 69, ha
Ha, I told her, "Sorry for the wait"
I value her time like an Audemars Piguet
And we gon' stay current like the water in a lake
Yeah, we gon' fuck around like we fuckin' in a circle
Ha,
pardon the slur, that's the purple
It feels so real like it's virtual
Any kind of position, she's versatile
And she take it every way except personal, haha
Yeah, that's my bitch
Pussy wetter than a wishin' well, I wish
I was in it right now instead of makin' this song
Hut one, hut two, I run it in the end zone
Don't trip when I say I can't see ya
And she say she workin' on her career
Smoke got our eyes lookin' like we're from Korea
We floatin',
but I'ma rock the boat like Aaliyah
RIP,
shorty got me
And shorty knows I fucks with her, hard body
Shorty fine by me, spend some time by me
It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
I know what's on your mind, fine
Yeah, we can do whatever that is
She tell me that it's mine, I say, "Fine"
Shit, I was taught to live and let live
So go and live it up, baby, giddy-up, baby
It's your world, ain't tryna interrupt, but maybe
We movin' too fast, but, fuck it, let's crash
One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past
But for now it feel lovely, it feel great
I slide her: safe
, ha
Yeah, yeah, all that good shit
No, I ain't a player, I just play it by the bullshit
I know what I'm doin', and she love how I do it
She throw that ass back and she never over-do it
Ha, she call me "baby" and I call her "bae"
Sorry for the wait, Carter 4 on the way
August 29
Hahahaha
Yeah
Fuck with me Drizzy
Gone )
Weed and syrup, yeah
All I know is paper, I don't know these hoes
I like mouth in my lap and pussy on my nose
And I'm bringin' home the bacon, it's fryin' on the stove
You hoes can't drive me crazy, keep your eyes on the road
Got the money on my mind, and bodies on my nine
And I swear every day, I'm on my Ariana grind-de
I got that yay,
I got that la-di-da-di-da
And a kamikaze squad, and you chicken parmesan
Lord, I'm a free man like I come from Amistad
No, I come from Hollygrove, turnin' Os to octagons
I get money while I'm 'sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven
I dream I saw Lil Beezy and smoked a 'gar with Wessy
All my niggas, rest in peace, and my enemy, rest pleasant
So when my niggas creep, they catch him when he least expect 'em
Mama told me "If you run these streets, run these streets correctly"
Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me
Lord knows I wear new clothes to the mall
Two hoes on my arm
Fur boots when it's warm
Church shoes to play ball
I'm spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog
Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy, that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord, they better hope you save him, better catch the holy ghost
Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO
Lord, all I know is strippers, all they know is poles
All they sell is pussy 'cause they been sold they soul
Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zeros
Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold
Lord, all I know is paper, big fat money rolls
Look at how big my safe is, that bitch got double doors
I was runnin' outta patience 'til I heard "All aboard"
They mad 'cause I be skatin' at home on marble floors
Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway
I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake
Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5K
I be spendin' 25K every 5 days
I sent my girl on a spa day
'Cause Hood just came with them chickens
I don't want you in the house, bae
Plus we need the kitchen
Lord, trap house in abundance
We got trap houses in London, y'all don't hear me
Hol' up, had to switch the flow up
Had to pour up, roll some more up
Watch me go up, my doors go up
When I show up, why you show up?
Pick my bro up, pick a O up
Hit the store up, get a soda
Get us four cups, split a four up
Then we slow up, yeah, you know us
Then we toast cups and we post up
Don't approach us, we got toasters
That's my slime, like we ghostbust
And we both bust, give no fucks
Take no stuff and take your stuff
Then ho hunt for some chocha
I know a ho who'll rock the boat
But I row her, I'm Noah, Lord
I remember when I was no one, Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards
Ms. Cita, I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimeters
Oh Lord, I remember dyin' on her room floor
And wakin' up in some police's arms, he died recent
So I hope Heaven made more room for him, and I hope he see me
'Cause if he didn't save that lil boy, there'd be no Weezy
Oh Lord
G5 sittin' on the runway
Big-ass chopper, call that bitch "Beyoncé"
This for my dawgs locked down all day
Money, power, respect; three the hard way
I put some real niggas on their feet, boy
So they'll kill anyone for me, boy
Yeah, YMCMB, boy
Young Tunechi, fresh to death, Rest In Peace, boy
My gat bang, your hat hang, I ride off with Mack Maine
I drink Patron straight, you niggas keep that champagne
My Pa is the Birdman
, I'm rich as a white man
I come to your show and kill you and your hype man
We rollin', let's roll out, my bitches don't hold out
They got Marley G, I gotta bond my lil bro out
Let my dreads grow out, my bitch got a blow out
Mi casa, su casa;
my house is a ho house
Only fuck with real niggas,
Polo, fuck that Hilfiger
Yeah, I'm on a pill, nigga, feed you to my lil niggas
Shout out to my big homies, Fee-Fee and T-Streets
Scope on that AK, make me take a sneak peek
T, roll another one,
razor blade under tongue
You ain't never seen this watch, nigga, this a one of one
You niggas is Honey Bun, your girlfriend a ton of fun
Chopper with a drum, motherfucker, give the drummer some
Blunt fat like my blunt a thumb,
suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Pop that pussy for me, then wild out and give my niggas some
I'ma do my thing, I put that on Nicki Minaj
I need a bad redbone to come give my dick a massage
I'm talkin' big money, I'm talkin' heavyweight
I cut down on the syrup, now I'm in better shape
I'm from New Orleans, nigga, where you ain't never safe
You fuck with me, I drop you off in front of Heaven gates
Okay, jump off a buildin', jump out a window
Smoke like a junkie and fuck like a nympho
Drink like a goldfish, that's right, you know this
Hold up; Click-clack! Okay, I'm reloaded
Fuck with Lil Tunechi, I'm good, I'm Gucci
Wild as Ryu, I hit you with that "Hadouken"
My money too long, nigga, my weed too strong, nigga
Fuck everybody, I'm in my own zone, nigga
Uh, and every time you see me I'm wet
And I'm rollin', Tunechi, Rest In Peace, fresh to death
And I'm rollin', 'bout to fuck a bitch I just met
'Cause she rollin', nigga, we rollin', nigga, I'm rollin'
Gotta keep a towel, I'ma sweat
'Cause I'm rollin', goin' at a bitch nigga neck
'Cause I'm rollin', damn, ma, I ain't come yet
'Cause I'm rollin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Young Mula, baby
Sorry for the wait
Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E
You know them other niggas ain't me
Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya
Just sit on my grill, that's that tailgate for ya
I, put it together, common denominator
I tear it up like loose leaf paper
I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge
I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse
See we don't even fuck no more, we make love
And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds
Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz
And now I'm itching and scratching, that's that love bug
Baby won't you spend the night
Darling I don't want to wake up, and you are not by my side
And if you promise me tonight, Yeah
Baby that you'll let me in, then I'mma make you feel so special girl
(
Girl I got that 12 play for ya
)
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm takin' these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here
Doin' what I gotta do for me and you, and we eatin'
So, bitch, why the fuck is you tripping?
I'm takin' these chances
My head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
Man, man, this be that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music, y'all
So ride to it, y'all, and vibe to it, y'all
I'm asking y'all, please, please
Young Weezy got that hustler music
Young Weezy got that motherfuckin' hustler music
Ride to it, y'all, vibe to it, y'all, vibe to it y'all, yeah, yeah, woo
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, man
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it, ayy
It's real shit, man, it's real talk, boy
It's how we do it, how we did it, how we done it
I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it go
I ain't braggin', I ain't boastin', it's the way it is
Better guard your kids, guard your face
Better guard your body, we warned the place
We here
Fuck bitches, it's Young Money, nigga
Ha...
Take it, FATBOI
No Ceilings
Ugh
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
President, got 'em in the White House naked
Looked at the clock and it say, "Right now"
Get a pound, break it down,
blow it like trial
Panatela Dutchie,
wine in my tall glass
Young Money, baby, big shit, like a horse ass
Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back
Bugatti, matte black—"Where they do that at?"
South Beach Miami, ho, I'm probably with Tammy To'
My life is a video and the women want they cameo
I just want them pantyhose, and I’m higher than Ger-an-imo
And I got them tools, tell them boys it could get mechanical
Now, pop that pussy like a four-four
I turn you 'round and bend you over like a low blow
It’s Young Money, baby, we the fucking greatest
We done put them other niggas on a hiatus
Beat your bitch with the pump if she deny data
'Cause
I’ll serve anyone like a blind waiter
I make my girl cum first; then, I arrive later
I shake you pussies up, I'm a vibrator, haha!
G—Getting money like, "Hell yeah"
This shit so good, it don’t even smell bad
And you can tell Dad that I’m a motherfucker
You niggas bet' not slip—Ice Road Truckers
Light-pole barrel, chopper stupid-long
New Orleans nigga, I get super-dome
Loyal to the game, the game been good to me
Still spitting fire, you niggas wood to me, ha!
We on, nigga; let—let them hoes know
Young Money lay 'em down like old folks
You coming with it? We coming for it
Plenty to go around—now, watch the money orbit
Real shit, people; now, just absorb it
I tried to pay attention, but y'all mad boring
And I got so much swag, I need an ad for it
And I don’t like to brag, so my bitches brag for me
Oh, she a good girl? I got her transforming
She give me hot head, I call it "global warming"
If we gon' do it, dog, let's do it now
I—I—I am more animal than the zoo allow
Put me in the wild, I’ll be there for a while
You niggas Little League, call 'em Curaçao
Energizer money: it keep going
I’m laid up, I’m free-throwing
Who rebounding? Who gives a shit?
Fuck that, I got 27 years of this
Hit or miss, I hit your missus
You are local news; I’m 60 Minutes
I—I hit the target, I hit the witness
I work out in my office—guess I’m fit for business
Too many visions, completed missions
Still icing out crosses—keep it Christian
We consistent, the streets commend it
Weezy F. Baby, the "F" is for "Forensics"
From start to finish, Usain Wayne
OK, you doing your thing? Well, things change
You plain-Jane, I’m diverse
I save the world second, and I get high first
I’m a mind freak, check my time sheet
Bitch, I bring the noise where the lions sleep
Your flow never wet, like Grandma pussy
I’m always good, like Grandma cookies
Yeah, call me the spleen or the spine fixer
It's going down like the Catalina Wine Mixer
She going down like the hands on my time-ticker
I’m always strapped—Vietnam, nigga
We are fine, nigga, like Amber Rose
We ball, nigga, like Jalen Rose
Better tell them hoes, I got a million flows
Label me the hardest nigga in civilian clothes
Young Money, baby, and the building grows
As we look up—where did the ceilings go?
Hahaha
No Ceilings
I, I, I-I
Wish I could lie
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you should've never lied
Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said "I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
Ugh!
Twist made me do this
Paw-Paw in here with me, T in here with me
Ugh
Kush in the Swisher, money over bitches
Never kill a woman, unless she a witness
All about my business, survival of the fittest
She let me hide my weed in her titties
Bitch, I got the cash, in a rubberband
I got the Glock, already cocked, boom!
Fucking with a nigga, meet my motherfucking goons
Sorry 4 the Wait, Carter IV coming soon
Light it up, cause I’ma smoker
She tried to deepthroat, I fucked around and choked her
It’s Young Money, motherfucker, game over
Shots leave your body, looking like you doing yoga
And Lord knows
I'm a sinner
, pain pills for dinner
Bitch, I'm getting money like I got a money printer
Got a chopper and a trimmer,
shooting like Jimmer
You coming in that water, boy, you better be a swimmer
I ain't worrying bout y’all, sitting on my Hog
While Miss Anita Baker sing "You Bringing Me Joy"
I came straight outta jail and did my thing on these boys
And we all yelled, “Fuck you, bitch!” and kept going
I'm on, and that’s right, baby
I ain't going out this bitch without a fight, baby
One request: please don’t bite, baby
I got some bomb-ass pussy from a white lady
I ain't lying, I’ma shine like a nickel or a diamond
I smoke a lot of weed to keep them bitches off of my mind
Girl, stop talking that shit
Go'n suck a nigga dick for a new outfit, hahaha
And even if the sky come falling
Bitch, I’ma still be high
I got faith in my weed man
My lil niggas got yay' by the bean bag
Hit ya ass from the side like a screen pass
And that red bandana is the team flag
Yeah, all up in your fucking face
Tez pushed the album back; sorry for the wait
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh
You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson.
You are nobody, to me. You're just another Don King... with a perm.
Just a little more political. And that just means you're a little un-human than us humans. And now, let me be human, by saying fuck Al Sharpton, and anyone like him.
Fuck if you understand me.
I love being misunderstood. Haha, why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood.
Bring the hook in!
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
There's an old saying in Tennessee—I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee—that says, fool me once... shame on... shame on you
Fool me—can't get fooled again
Fool me one time, shame on you 
Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you 
Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
Load the chopper, let it rain on you 
Fool me one time, shame on you 
Fool me twice, can't put the blame on you 
Fool me three times, fuck the peace sign
Load the chopper, let it rain on you 
My only regret was too young for Lisa Bonet
My only regret was too young for Nia Long
Now all I'm left with is hoes from reality shows
Hand her a script, the bitch prolly couldn't read alone
My only regret was too young for Sade Adu
My only regret, could never take Aaliyah home
Now all I'm left with is hoes up in Greystone
With the stale face 'cause they know it's they song
She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow
She shallow
She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow 
She shallow
She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow
She shallow
She shallow but the pussy deep, she shallow
She shallow
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Got me up all night 
All I'm singin' is love songs
She got me up all night 
Constant drinkin' and love songs
She got me up all night 
Down-and-out with these love songs
She got me up all night 
Drownin' out with these love songs
She got me up all night 
All I'm singin' is love songs
She got me up all night 
Constant drinkin' and love songs
She got me up all night 
Down-and-out with these love songs
She got me open all night 
Got me open all night, hey
Back when I was sleeping in my mama crib
*Space Bar Tap*
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
Yeah, you know that feelin' when you know
You finna bone for the first time?
I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time
I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit'
And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick"
I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right
Practice puttin' condoms on—how it go, right?
I'm in her crib, now a nigga palms sweatin'
With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection
That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin'
And a nigga roll over on top
And then she get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin'
On me, ooh girl, don't stop, it's time for action
Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced
But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said
"I wanna get somethin' off my mental
I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"
‘Cause I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
And I ain't never did this before, no
[Chorus: T-Boz, Chilli & Jennifer Hudson (
J. Cole
)]
Even though I—
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
(
That crooked smile
)
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
We got the crooked smile, we can style on 'em
Back round, crooked smile, we can style on 'em
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
La la la, la la la, la-la—la—la
On my way, on my way, on my way down
On my way, on my way, on my way down
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Back round
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Back round
You were the one that was tryna keep me way down
But like the sun, know you know I find my way back round
Round
I just poured somethin' in my cup
I've been wantin' somethin' I can feel
Promise I am never lettin' up
Money in your palm don't make you real
Foot is on they neck, I got 'em stuck
I'ma give 'em somethin' they can feel
If it ain't 'bout the squad, don't give a fuck
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Pistol in your hand don't make you real
Money in your palm don't make you real
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, nigga
Ayy, put two fingers in the sky if you want her
Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he alive
Fake niggas, mad snakes
Snakes in the grass let a nigga know that he arrived
Get off my dick
But every nigga in the club singin'
Singin' this song, yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singin'
Singin' this song, yeah
And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song, yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
This song, yeah, song, yeah
Song, yeah, song-song, yeah
The make up
This shit is retarded, goddamn
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous?
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless?
Uh, that's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights
Here's a scenario:
Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
Yeah, fuck nigga, I'm very sure, heh
Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out
When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South
When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West
You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out
Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicles
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
I keep my head high
I got my wings to carry me
I don't know freedom
I want my dreams to rescue me
I keep my faith strong
I ask the Lord to follow me
I've been unfaithful
I don't know why you call on me
E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
You believe in me, you believe in me
E-e-eee, e-e, apparently
You believe in me, and I thank you for it, oh I
Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"
Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up
Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"
Only bad thing 'bout a star is they burn up
Rest in peace to Aaliyah
Rest in peace to Left Eye 
Michael Jackson, I'll see ya
Just as soon as I die 
Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh
I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie
Got me up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie, uh
I be up so high, try and get a piece of that apple pie
Well, all right, oh, I, oh, I-I-I
I can't be what you want from me, well, all right
Oh, I, oh, I-I-I
I can't be what you want from me, well, all right
]
Run away, run away— Back
Run away, run away— Back
Run away, run away— Back
Run away, run away— Back
We all kings
Kings of ourselves first and foremost
While the people debate who's the king of this rap game
Here comes lil' ol' Jermaine
With every ounce of strength in his veins
To snatch the crown from whoever y'all think has it
But rather than place it on his head as soon as he grabs it
Poof, boom, paow, it's like magic
With a flash and a BANG the crown disintegrates
And falls to the Earth from which it came
It's done
Ain't gonna be no more kings
Be wary of any man that claims
Because deep down he clings onto the need for power
In reality he's a coward
Ultimately he's scared to die
And sometimes so am I
But when I'm in tune with the most high
I realize, the fear lies in my lack of awareness of the other side
Today I know that we are the same, are the same, you and I
Different kind of skin, different set of eyes
Two different minds, but only one God
It's for all the kings
'Cause I know deep down every poet just wanna be loved
For your eyes, for your eyes only
For your eyes, for your eyes only
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes only
One day your daddy called me, told me he had a funny feeling
What he'd been dealing with lately, he wasn't telling
I tried to pick his brains, still he wasn't revealing
But I could feel the sense of panic in his voice
And it was chilling, he said:
"Jermaine, I knew you since we was children
I never asked for nothing, when times was hard
I never had discussions with you, begging you to help me
I dealt with the repercussions of my actions
I know you tried to steer me 'way from that shit
But that shit was in my blood, you know my life
I know your momma, nigga, send my love
In case I never get a chance to speak again
I won't forget the weekends spent sleeping at your crib
That's the way I wished my family lived
But my granny crib was in the 'jects"
I had to interject like:
"Nigga, what you talking 'bout? Fuck is you getting at?"
He said, "Listen, I got no time to dive into descriptions
But I been having premonitions
Just call it visions from the other side
I got a feeling I won't see tomorrow
Like the time I'm living on is borrowed
With that said, the only thing I'm proud to say, I was a father
Write my story down, and if I pass
Go play it for my daughter when she ready"
And so I'm leaving you this record, for your eyes only
Don't you ever scratch or disrespect it
This perspective is a real one, another lost 'Ville son
I dedicate these words to you and all the other children
Affected by the mass incarceration in this nation
That sent your pops to prison when he needed education
Sometimes I think that segregation would've done us better
Although I know that means that I would never
Be brought into this world 'cause my daddy was so thrilled
When he found him a white girl to take back to Jonesboro
With lil' Zach and Cole World, barely one years old
Now it's 30 years later, making sure this story's told
Girl, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was cold
Not because he was the first to get some pussy 12 years old
Not because he used to come through in the Caddy on some vogues
Not because he went from bagging up them grams to serving O's
Nah, your daddy was a real nigga, not 'cause he was hard
Not because he lived a life of crime and sat behind some bars
Not because he screamed, "Fuck the law"
Although that was true
Your daddy was a real nigga 'cause he loved you
For your eyes only
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
This is what you call a flip
Ten keys from a quarter brick
Bentley from his mama's whip
K.O.D., he hard as shit
Power, greed
Money, Molly, weed
Percs, Xannys, lean, fame
And the strongest drug of them all
And the strongest drug of them all
Love
They tell me "What's done in the dark
Will find a way to shine"
I done did so much that when you see you might go blind
What's done in the dark will always find a way to shine
I done did so much that when you see you might go blind
Last night I had a bad dream
That I was trapped in this city
Then I asked is that really such a bad thing?
I look around like—
Do you wanna be another nigga, that ain't never had things? 
Guess not
Last night we pulled up on a nigga at the light like
Uh, nice watch, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air, run it
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Hands in the air now, hands in the air
Father forgive me for my childish ways
I look outside and all the clouds are gray
I need your hands to take me miles away
Your wish is my command, my command, my command
But before you go I've got to warn you now
Whatever goes up surely must come down
And you'll get your piece, but know peace won't be found
So why just take me man, take me man, take me man
Your wish is my command, my command, my command
1985, I arrived
33 years, damn, I'm grateful I survived
We wasn't s'posed to get past 25
Joke's on you motherfucker, we alive
All these niggas popping now is young
Everybody say the music that they make is dumb
I remember I was 18
Money, pussy, parties, I was on the same thing
You gotta give a boy a chance to grow some
Everybody talkin' like they know somethin' these days
Niggas actin' woke, but they broke, umm
I respect the struggle but you all frontin' these days
Man, they barely old enough to drive
To tell them what they should do, who the fuck am I?
I heard one of 'em dissed me, I'm surprised
I ain't trippin', listen good to my reply
Come here lil' man, let me talk with ya
See if I can paint for you the large picture
Congrats 'cause you made it out your mama house
I hope you make enough to buy your mom a house
I see your watch icy and your whip foreign
I got some good advice, never quit tourin'
'Cause that's the way we eat here in this rap game
I'm fuckin' with your funky lil' rap name
I hear your music and I know that rap's changed
A bunch of folks would say that that's a bad thing
'Cause everything's commercial and it's pop now
Trap drums is the shit that's hot now
See, I've been on a quest for the next wave
But never mind, that was just a segue
I must say, by your songs I'm unimpressed, hey
But I love to see a Black man get paid
And plus, you havin' fun and I respect that
But have you ever thought about your impact?
These white kids love that you don't give a fuck
'Cause that's exactly what's expected when your skin black
They wanna see you dab, they wanna see you pop a pill
They wanna see you tatted from your face to your heels
And somewhere deep down, fuck it, I gotta keep it real
They wanna be black and think your song is how it feels
So when you turn up, you see them turnin' up too
You hit the next city, collect your money when it's due
You gettin' that paper, swimmin' in bitches, I don't blame you
You ain't thinkin' 'bout the people that's lookin' like me and you
True, you got better shit to do
You coulda bought a crib with all that bread that you done blew
I know you think this type of revenue is never endin'
But I wanna take a minute just to tell you that ain't true
One day, them kids that's listening gon' grow up
And get too old for that shit that made you blow up
Now your show's lookin' light cause they don't show up
Which unfortunately means the money slow up
Now you scramblin' and hopin' to get hot again
But you forgot you only popped 'cause you was ridin' trends
Now you old news and you goin' through regrets
'Cause you never bought that house, but you got a Benz
And a bunch of jewels and a bunch of shoes
And a bunch of fake friends, I ain't judgin' you
I'm just tellin' you what's probably gon' happen when you rappin'
'Bout the type of shit you rappin' 'bout
It's a faster route to the bottom
I wish you good luck
I'm hoping for your sake that you ain't dumb as you look
But if it's really true what people sayin'
And you call yourself playin' with my name
Then I really know you fucked, trust
I'll be around forever 'cause my skills is tip-top
To any amateur niggas that wanna get rocked
Just remember what I told you when your shit flop
In five years you gon' be on Love & Hip-Hop, nigga
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
The neighbors think I'm...neighbors think I'm—
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope
Well motherfucker, I am
I am, I am, I am, I am
Well, motherfucker, I am
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
I am, I am, I am
Well, motherfucker, I am
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin'
I'm movin' back to south side
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin'
I'm movin' back to south side
Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, here you go
Yeah pull over right here, to the right
Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
Ight, look look, park right here
I'ma be out it'll be like thirty minutes tops
It'll be like thirty minutes, I'll be right back out, ight
Bitches come and go, bitches come and
Yo, yo what up, what's popping, I'm back, I'm back
Yo you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece
Nah the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah let me see that, oh shit what is that some
What's, what the fuck is that platinum
Is that? What's that chain right there
Is that-ss-ss white gold, that's platinum
Is that plat, well niggas doing platinum again, niggas doing, niggas ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit bout to make
Yo I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these niggas
Let me see that one too, the wat, the watch, the platinum watch
Things change, rearrange and so do I 
It ain't always for the better, dawg, I can't lie 
I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold
I might bend a little bit but I don't fold
One time for my mind and two for yours
I got food for your thoughts to soothe your soul
If you see my tears fall, just let me be
Move along, nothing to see
I never felt better
Real niggas don't die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don't die
Form on the block
Hood niggas don't lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't die
Form on the block
Real niggas don't die
Real niggas don't die
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
'Cause you wanna change the world, but while alive you never will
'Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I've been told
And now I'm caught between bein' heard and gettin' old
Damn, death creepin' in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch, "Make it quick if the Lord take me"
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
They tellin' niggas, "sell dope, rap or go to NBA"
In that order, it's that sort of thinkin'
That been keepin' niggas chained at the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen, ripe with pain, listen...
Ayy, we've got a good thing
Don’t know if I’ma see you again
But is that a good thing?
'Cause girl, I can’t be your man, no ma'am
I know what's on your brain
You probably hoped it never would end
Like, “Is it the real thing
Or is it just a one-night stand?”
Well then 
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really wanna love me forever? 
Or is it just a hit-and-run?
 Straight up, I tell ya
I just really wanna cut when we together 
Come here, girl, let's get it on!
Straight up, now tell me
Do you really wanna love me forever? 
Or is it just a hit-and-run?
Well straight up, I tell ya
I just really wanna cut when we together 
Come here, girl, let's get it on!
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing, you got what I want, I got what you need
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
You got what I want, I got what you need
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
"How much for your soul, Anna?"
Don't give 'em too much you 
Don't let 'em take control 
It's one thing you do 
Don't let 'em taint your soul 
If you believe in God 
One thing's for sure 
If you ain't aim too high 
Then you aim too low 
I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope
I don't bring no lies, niggas sang my quotes
I don't play no games, boy I ain't no joke
Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You niggas might be L or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains
Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date nigga, you ain't the god
Nah you ain't the god
Nigga, Cole the god 
January 28th
Make a million dollars off a rap tune
Can I make a million dollars off a rap tune?
I'm tryna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I wanna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I'm gonna make a million dollars off a rap tune
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
Proceed with caution
I heard if you chase it only results in
A hole in your heart
Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won't leave a portion
It's only an organ
Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion
The loneliest orphan
I flip my misfortune and grow me a fortune
My Rollie is scorchin'
Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin'
Now Cole, he important
My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin
We ball on your court and
Then skate with your bitch like we Tonya Harding
She don't need her garments
She horny from all the money we countin'
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it
Can't take it when you die
Uno dos
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart
And hope to die
With my slice of Devil’s pie
I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw they hands
All of a sudden niggas pop a trunk and then we scram
Finger on trigger make a little nigga understand
What it's like to finally be the motherfuckin' man
Eyes wide that's from the power that the coward feels
Niggas die over bitches, disrespect, and dollar bills
Bloodshed that turned the city to a battlefield
I call it poison, you call it real 
That's how you feel?
Pistols be poppin' and niggas drop in a heartbeat
Scattered like roaches, a body laid on the concrete
A body laid on the concrete
Look, somebody laid on the concrete
No time for that, ain't no lookin' back, cause I'm running too
I made it home, I woke up and turned on the morning news
Overcame with a feeling I can't explain
Cause that was my nigga James that was slain, he was 22
 He was 22
We're gathered here today...
To mourn the life of James McMillan Jr
A tragedy, another tragedy in the black community
We got to do better, people
22 years old, this boy was too young
Our condolences go to his family, our prayers
We know he's in a better place
We know he's in a better place
But this has got to end, ladies and gentleman
We've got to come together, this is—this is beyond words
Now I'd like to open this ceremony with a verse from—
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
I always believed in the bigger picture
If I could get them niggas to listen outside my core
Then I can open the door
Reintroduce 'em to honesty, show 'em that they need more
The difference between the pretenders and the Kendrick Lamars
And so, I took the fall
Like the son of the Lord on the cross
Dyin' for that fake shit you niggas bought
For the past decade
If I should pass, please let this be my last essay
Therefore I write from the heart
Apologies to OG's for sacrificin' my art
But I'm here for a greater purpose
I knew right from the start
I'm just a man of the people, not above but equal
And for the greater good I walk amongst the evil
Don't cry, Mama, this the life I choose myself
Just pray along the way that I don't lose myself
This is for the nigga that said that Hip-Hop was dead
I went to Hell to resurrect it
How could you fail to respect it?
Letting Nas down, I got the phone call
Quietly I mourned, dog, I let Nas down
Yeah, and on this flight
May I never lose sight, fuck it
Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals
'Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible
Now what you just heard's a tale of glory and sin
No I.D. my mentor, now let the story begin
Nobody's perfect, uh
Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh
Hey, but you're perfect for me
Nobody's perfect, uh 
Nobody's perfect, ay
Hey, but you're perfect for me
We rollin', we ridin'
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat
,
Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, ay
[Chorus: Morray, J. Cole,
Morray & J. Cole
]
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it out the struggle, don't judge me
What you sayin' now won't budge me
'Cause where I come from , so often 
People you grow up with layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain and strife
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
My nigga, I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Please give me my soul
I ain't ever letting go
But the Devil don't play fair
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
Fuck everybody
I'm 'bout to go and join the Illuminati
These next three bars is dedicated to the retards
Keep on asking me about the Illuminati
;
Is you stupid, nigga? Young black millionaire
Old white billionaires, I'm sure that they can do without me
And I ain't really into sacrificing human bodies
Couple more A's I would've been a summa cuma laude
Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti
That shit is more than what I'm worth, I think she knew it probably
Well this is awkward, awkward
Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward
When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with
I'm praying I don't see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars
Hey J. Cole, this way, hey
Oh, hey, what's up? What's goin' on with you? Okay
Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile
J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way
Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly
We friends, friends
Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it's obvious
I've gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake
Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds
What's playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career
Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear
Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer
Now what have we here? Mask my tears, but I
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
I ain't ever letting go
I ain't ever letting you go again
Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole
My nigga
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole
My nigga
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Born sinner
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this, be like this
False prophets 
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
Bloody sacrifices
Yeah, ayy
Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash intake
They'll be right across your head like it's Ash Wednesday
You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can't sit, and if we ain't siblings, then I can't relate
To they shit, I'm Asic, I run shit, I got it jumpin' like pump fake
I don't need nothing but one take
I'm from the part of the city where young nigga keep him a nine like one plus eight
Our politician a fuckface
Corrupt like a Dogg Pound Gangsta
We duel like a small town wager
How I'm the dropout major
Success stories, I favor
Used to cover my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tell pigs as-salamu alaykum
You ain't 'bout static like AM radio, ain't even play him
I put my heart and my all in my art, I'm alternate
All of them are the same, it's harder to tell 'em apart some days
I thought I'd call 'em out altogether
Rather than waste the amount of bars it'll take for me to call 'em out by name
Caught a glimpse of the alternate world I've introduced to you
Via the studio, got 'em studying our mixtapes
I'm from the hood like my mama, put that on my mama
I lay the law down like parliament, all just with a pen and page
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
You can't be everything to everybody
I wanna be your lover, your best friend
Your Batman, Spider-Man
Fighter pilot shooting down your rivals and
I wanna damn near kill you to be the one that heal you up
I wanna be the one that feel you up
On nights when you need good dick to cheer you up
I wanna be the one to build you up
A wall worth five billion bucks to keep out the rah-rah
And the blah-blah-blah so nobody try to steal your thunder
Pull you under
Toss my hopes out, Royal Rumble
We done moved out to the boondocks
Built a big house, there he wonders
How somewhere along the way
He went from Huey to Eddie Wuncler
I been so disconnected, my perspective is ignorant
When you rich, niggas don't wanna correct you
Say something crazy, they won't interject
Do every drug that you want, they gon' let you
Dangerous when it's nobody to check you
I be havin' to check myself
Nigga, stop holding that money, you know you got plenty
I be havin' to spread my wealth
I used to be at the crib myself
7 years old, off of Bragg Boulevard
Where they bag up the raw
They gon' stand on the corner, one hand on they balls
And they ran when the cops come, there go the laws
Then I packed up a bag and I trapped it up north on the path of a star
And I ran into you like I met you before
Now damn, me and you goin' half on a boy, sing
Huggin' the block, huggin' the block all day
I had nowhere to go, she gave me a place to stay
She gave me her heart to hold, I still got that shit to this day
She ridin' with me on the road, she ridin' with me in the A
Huggin' the block, huggin' the block, okay
She gave me the gift of my son, and plus we got one on the way
She gave me a family to love, for that, I can never repay
I'm crying while writing these words, the tears, they feel good on my face, hey
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don't love you how I'm supposed to
And yesterday could feel just like a waste, yeah
If I don't love you how I'm supposed to
I make sacrifices, bloody sacrifices
I'm a born sinner
But I'll die better than that, I swear
You were always where I needed you to be
Whether you were there or not there 
I was born sinning
But I live better than that 
If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a born sinner
But I'll die better than that, I swear
You were always where I needed you to be
Whether you were there or not there 
I was born sinning
But I live better than that 
If you ain't fucking with that, I don't care
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
This music shit is a gift
I never felt so alive
I never felt so alive
I never felt so alive 
I never felt so alive 
Catch me, don't you—
Catch me, don't you catch me
I've fallen in love for the first time
I wanna cry
And I ain't even tryna fight it
Don't wanna die 
'Cause now you're here and I just wanna be
Right by your side
On any night that you be crying, baby
I'll dry your eyes
I'll dry your eyes
Every time you go to sleep you look like you in Heaven
Plus the head game is stronger than a few Excedrin
You shine just like the patent leather on my new 11's
You read me like a book like I'm the Bible, you the Reverend
Yeah, I wanna tell the truth to you
I wanna talk about my days as a youth to you
Exposing you to all my demons and the reasons I'm this way
I would like to paint a picture, but it'll take more than a day
It would take more than some years to get all over all my fears
Preventing me from letting you see all of me perfectly clear
The same wall that's stopping me from letting go and shedding tears
From the lack of having father, and the passing of my peers
While I'm too scared to expose myself
It turns out, you know me better than I know myself
Better than I know myself
Well how 'bout that?
She gets him 
She hugs him 
You tell me you miss me
And I believe you, I believe you
She gets him 
She hugs him 
You tell me you miss me
And I believe you, I believe you
Catch me, don't you—
Catch me, don't you catch me
I've fallen in love for the first time
Niggas be thinkin' I'm deep, intelligent, fooled by my college degree
My IQ is average, there's a young lady out there, she way smarter than me
I scrolled through her timeline in these wild times, and I started to read
She mad at these crackers, she mad at these capitalists, mad at these murder police
She mad at my niggas, she mad at our ignorance, she wear her heart on her sleeve
She mad at the celebrities, lowkey I be thinkin' she talkin' 'bout me
Now I ain't no dummy to think I'm above criticism
So when I see something that's valid, I listen
But shit, it's something about the queen tone that's botherin' me
She strike me as somebody blessed enough to grow up in conscious environment
With parents that know 'bout the struggle for liberation and in turn they provide her with
A perspective and awareness of the system and unfairness that afflicts 'em
And the clearest understandin' of what we gotta do to get free
And the frustration that fills her words seems to come from the fact that most people don't see
Just 'cause you woke and I'm not, that shit ain't no reason to talk like you better than me
How you gon' lead, when you attackin' the very same niggas that really do need the shit that you sayin'?
Instead of conveyin' you holier, come help us get up to speed
Shit, it's a reason it took like two hundred years for our ancestors just to get freed
These shackles be lockin' the mental way more than the physical
I look at freedom like trees, can't grow a forest like overnight
Hit the ghetto and slowly start plantin' your seeds
Fuck is the point of you preaching your message to those that already believe what you believe?
I'm on some "Fuck a retweet," most people is sheep
You got all the answers but how you gon' reach?
If I could make one more suggestion respectfully
I would say it's more effective to treat people like children
Understandin' the time and love and patience that's needed to grow
This change is inevitable, but ain't none of us seen this before
Therefore, we just gotta learn everything as we go
I struggle with thoughts on the daily
Feel like a slave that somehow done saved enough coins to buy his way up outta slavery
Thinkin' just maybe, in my pursuit to make life so much better for me and my babies
I done betrayed the very same people that look at me like I'm some kind of a hero
Because of the zeros that's next to the commas
But look here, I promise I'm not who you think
Ran into this nigga outside of the store yesterday
He said something that had me like, "Wait"
He was like, "Cole, 'preciate what you been doin', my nigga, that's real"
But damn, why I feel faker than Snow on tha Bluff?
Well, maybe 'cause deep down I know I ain't doin' enough
The sun is shinin' today
The sun is shinin' today
The sun is shinin' today
Can you walk with me?
I hope we'll find the reason why we often sob, go on, cry
Painful memories fuck up the vibe
Though I be tryin' to let the time heal my mind
I was once a child, I've gotten older
Still, I know I'm just a boy in God's eyes
Fill me up with wisdom and some courage
Plus endurance to survive, help mine thrive
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin'
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
Can I hit it in the mornin'?
And can I hit it in the mornin'?
The Sun risin' while you moanin', yeah
Everything come back around full circle
Why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful?
Everybody gotta cry once in a while
But how long will it take 'fore you smile?
This is that come-back-to-life shit
My niggas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift
And paint the town red for my nigga found dead too soon
Now I know why they call it blue moon 
Bitch, I'm back outside, nigga
I'm back outside
I'm back outside
I'm back outside
Everybody mentions suicide prevention
Man, they even made a hotline
To call up when there's tension, but I got a question
What about a fuckin' homicide?
Need a number for my niggas to call
Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
Need a number for my niggas to call
Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved
Yeah, we back
Back in Mohammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old-ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, protection recommended
‘Cause Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the corner
‘Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talkin' 'bout the bread these motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever – just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man, you hit store rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers,
I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'ma try
Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no
‘Cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my nigga
And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it
And I ain't too proud to tell you
That I cry sometime, I cry sometimes about it
Get off my dick, get off my dick
.40 my hip, loadin' my clip
Cannabis, cannabis, rollin' my spliff
Hannibal, Hannibal, look what I did
Edible, edible, got the munchies
But I got the bungees, I'ma jump off this shit
But I bet he get whipped with the pistol grip
Nigga talkin' that shit, now I'm talkin' my shit
[Outro: JID, DJ Drama &
Valee
]
Get off my dick 
Get off my dick 
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Okay
Sucka! Something special, J.I.D, Cole, Drama
Dreamville
ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney
Fell in love through photograph
I don't even know your name
Wonder if you'd follow back
I hope to see you one day
I won't show my niggas now
I'II keep this one for myself
Love today's gone digital
And it's messing with my health
Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's faith
Got a couple M's hidin' in the safe
Imagination turned a Honda into Wraith
I was doin' eighty on the interstate
Tryna make it back before my class started
Country nigga never seen a passport
'Til I popped off and got a bag for it
Now I'm at the Garden sittin' half court
Watchin' Jr. catch it off the backboard
'Ville nigga never seen nothing
'Cept a fucking triple beam jumping
Good dope leave a fiend krumping
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Made it out, it gotta mean something
Bada-ba, bada-ba, bada-ba, ah-ah
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on
Desperately
Runaway, runaway
Runaway, runaway
I'm holdin' on
Pride is the Devil, uh
I think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, uh
And it left so many R.I.P.
Pride is the Devil
I think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, uh
That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
Y'all see what the fuck goin' on out here 
I-95 shit, Carolina, 2-6, stand up, nigga
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your hood up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Put your clique up
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your shit, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
Represent your clique, motherfucker
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
If you scared to throw it up, get the fuck out the club
]
She said, “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” 
“I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” 
“I can’t get enough of what you got, good God, you hit the spot
Try to let go but I just cannot, so don’t you stop, I need that.”
Hey, Cole World, baby, ain’t nothin' sunny
, I see ‘em hating, but it ain’t nuttin' to me
I’m from the Ville
where they bang for the money
and carry fo’-fives, like change for a twenty
So what I look like, scurred? Them niggas over there look like nerds
Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track, I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr
That’s the hook right thurr! That's the hook right thurr!
Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track, I’ll beat the pussy up, that’s the hook right thurr
She said
“I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes
You be up to no good and everybody knows
My homegirls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know
But what you got I need a lot, so I can’t let you go.”
]
She said, “I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” 
“I can’t get enough, can’t get enough” 
“I can’t get enough of what you got, good God, you hit the spot
Try to let go but I just cannot, so don’t you stop, I need that.”
Hm, this the shit I used to roll down Lewis Street with
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
Cop another bag and smoke today
I got thoughts, can't control
Got me down, got me low
Rest my mind, rest my soul
When I blow, when I blow
Am I wrong, let them know
Feels so right to let things go
Don't think twice, this is me
This is how I should be
But I'm aggravated without it
My saddest days are without it
My Saturdays are the loudest
I'm blowing strong
Some niggas graduated to powder
I dabble later, I doubt it
My database of narcotics
It's growing long
But I'm aggravated without it
My saddest days are without it
My Saturdays are the loudest
I'm blowing strong
Some niggas graduated to powder
I dabble later, I doubt it
My database of narcotics
It's growing long
I wrote this shit to talk about the word addiction
To my niggas --- I hope you listening
--- and ---, I hope you listening
This is for the whole fucking Ville, I hope you're listening
Smoking medical grade, but I ain't got prescription
All the way in Cali where they ain't got precipi-
-tation, feeling like the only one that made it
And I hate it for my niggas 'cause they ain't got ambition
Fuck did you expect, you can blame it on condition
Blame it on crack, you can blame it on the system
Blame it on the fact that 12 got jurisdiction
To ride around in neighborhoods that they ain't ever lived in
Blame it on the strain that you feel when daddy missing
Blame it on Trump shit, blame it on Clinton
Blame it on trap music and the politicians
Or the fact that every black boy wanna be Pippen
But they only got 12 slots on the Pistons
Blame it on the rain, Milli Vanilli with the disk skip
What I'm tryna say is the blame can go deep as seas
Just to blame 'em all I would need like twenty CD's
There's all sorts of trauma from drama that children see
Type of shit that normally would call for therapy
But you know just how it go in our community
Keep that shit inside it don't matter how hard it be
Fast forward, them kids is grown and they blowing trees
And popping pills due to chronic anxiety
I been saw the problem but stay silent 'cause I ain't Jesus
This ain't no trial if you desire go higher please
But fuck that now I'm older I love you 'cause you my friend
Without the drugs I want you be comfortable in your skin
I know you so I know you still keep a lot of shit in
You running from yourself and you buying product again
I know you say it helps and no I'm not trying to offend
But I know depression and drug addiction don't blend
Reality distorts and then you get lost in the wind
And I done seen the combo take niggas off the deep end
One thing about your demons they bound to catch up one day
I'd rather see you stand up and face them than run away
I understand this message is not the coolest to say
But if you down to try it I know of a better way
Meditate
Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate
Don't medicate, medicate, don't medicate, medicate
Meditate, meditate, meditate, meditate
Don't medicate, medicate, don't medicate, medicate
I got thoughts, can't control
Got me down, got me low
Rest my mind, rest my soul
When I blow, when I blow
Am I wrong, let them know
Feels so right to let things go
Don't think twice, this is me
This is how I should be
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Cop another bag of smoke today
Feels as though our world's crashing down
We can’t forget to breathe through this now
We live through the ups and the downs
It’ll get better
It may seem like our fire
Has been a little burnt out, we're tired
We only need to stay close, in time
Sparks will fly
It's Cole fuckin’ world nigga
Dreamville in this motherfucker, Top Dawg in this motherfucker
"When you and K. Dot shit drop?"
Bitch never, they can’t handle two Black niggas this clever
But this February, bet shit get scary when I fuck around and drop...
Time will tell who is on my side
I mean well but I can't stop my pride
Gimme drink, gimme smoke
Get me high, let me float
I'm a cloud, comin' down
Put me down, gentle now
Gimme drink, gimme dope
Bottom line, I can't cope
If I die, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Gimme drink, gimme smoke
Get me high, let me float
I'm a cloud, comin' down
Put me down, gentle now
Gimme drink, gimme dope
Bottom line, I can't cope
If I die, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know
Troubles of this, troubles of this world
Getting to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Troubles of this, troubles of this world
I take it to the promised land
You don't want problems, I promise, man
Set it off on my left, set it off on my right
 Liquor all on my breath, bitches all in my sight
 Real niggas tryna fuck, fuck niggas wanna fight
 Gun shots into the air, but I ain't scared for my life
Am I worthy of this gift?
Am I strong enough to lift? 
Into a place that I can see 
Someone more important than me? 
Am I worthy of this gift? 
Am I strong enough to lift 
Into a place that I can see 
Someone more important than me? 
Ib gon' ask me how I did this shit
I'm gon' do a humble stunt act like I meant this shit
Thats the ego taking credit for what God made
Fuck this album shit, hey mama look what God made
 Catch me, don't you
 Catch me, don't you
 Catch me
I've fallen in love for the first time
I wanna cry, and I ain't even tryna fight it
Don't wanna die, 'cause now you're here
And I just wanna be right by your side
On any night that you be cryin', baby
I dry your eyes, I dry your eyes
There is a God, it is a God
Yeah, it is a God
I never felt so alive
I never felt so alive
I never felt so alive
I never felt so alive
Catch me, don't you—
Catch me, don't you—
Catch me, I've fallen in love for the first time
Motivate , motivate 
Motivate , motivate 
Motivate , motivate 
Motivate , moti-get money
Motivate , motivate 
Motivate , motivate 
Motivate , motivate 
Motivate , moti-get money
Too many times I swallowed my pride
I'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' inside
My demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide
I'm poppin' a pill, I'm feelin' alive
I'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' alive
I'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' alive
I'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' alive
I'm feelin' alive, I'm feelin' alive
I'm
Get money
Get money
I told you, I told you
This shit can go up, it can go down, I don't give a fuck
Nigga, I done seen the highest heights
I done seen it twice
And I've seen the lowest of the lows
And still I rose
Now I'm at your neck, nigga, yeah
I see the, I see the—
I see the, I see the—
I see the rain
Pouring down
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise
I see the, I see the rain
Pouring down, uh
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise
I'm searching and praying and hoping for something
I know I'm gon' see it, I know that it's coming
Lord, huh
Lord, huh
But what do you do when there's no place to turn?
I have no one, I'm lonely, my bridges have burnt down
Lord
Lord
The bells getting loud, ain't nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I'm high
Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don't know, I don't know
Bells getting loud, ain't nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I'm high
Ain't no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don't know, I don't know
Bells gettin' louder, louder
I see the rain
Pouring down
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It's all good, ay
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no
Heh, it's all good
Hello, hello, hello
Hello, hello, hello
And I thought about you today
And I thought about the things you used to say
And I thought about the things we did
And I thought about your newest kid
And damn that makes two now
Oh what do I do now?
I put my hand to the sky, I sing
Grateful for the blessings you bring
Thank you for the ones I love
Forgive me for the times I was
Down and confused, I know
What I reap is what I will sow
Once again I find myself
Back with you from my hell
All I ever wanted was to hear them bitches holler back
Get some money plus respect and now look, I got all of that
All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry
All I wanna do is touch a platinum plaque and celebrate
All I wanna do is keep my niggas out the yellow tape
All I wanna do is see my granny on the other side
All I wanna do is kill the man that made my momma cry
It's not that big
Well at least, um
God had saved him 'cause he still alive
So why do y'all think that bad stuff happen?
Like why can't the world just be all nice things?
Because God is tryna, um
Warn-warn us or teach us a lesson that we need to learn
Or He's tryna warn us of He's comin' back to, um, see us and take us home and redo the world
He's comin' back to, um, have us be His children and for us to see Him for the first time so we can rejoice with Him and have our time
And after we do that, He's gonna restart the world
K.O.D
Choose wisely!
Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights
For now, everything just seems so right
And how you make the darkness seem so bright
I'm feeling like things gon' be alright
Lights please, ah-ah-ah
Lights please, ah-ah-ah
Lights please, ah-ah-ah
Lights please, turn off the lights
Lights, please
Alright, if y'all niggas heard the first one, The Come Up and shit, then you would have heard part 1 of this joint right here. It's "Dead Presidents", you know classic nigga, that's classic Jay shit. So I did it, threw it on the first mixtape, this is about a year ago. We let niggas hear like you know the mixtape whatever, and there was always this one nigga that stuck out to me like a year ago. This nigga's like "yo". like I thought I did my thing on this shit, that was like two of my favorite verses that I did, but he was just like "Yo", like, "Yo you didn't come right man. If you gon' come on Dead Presidents son, you gotta come, hard son, you gotta come harder than that son, you gotta come harder than that." I was like, man what you mean I came hard? But, that shit always stuck in my mind, so doing this next, you know, doing this The Warm Up I was like, damn, I gotta get on it again, I gotta do it again. Just almost like, just to prove to that nigga and kinda prove to myself that you I can, I can maybe get a little...
Hey, I'ma put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I know they gone feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
Cause can't nobody tell me what I ain't gon' be no more
You thinking I'ma fall, don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the sidelines
Love, love, love, love
I can't let it go
I can't let it go, nah
I think I need to let it go, let it go, let it go
They say I need to let it go
'Cause nothing even matters, ayy
Yeah
June 25th
Born Sinner, bitch
Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin' substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don't always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin'
Let time provide a new prescription, givin' truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me 'bout Quran, puttin' me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain't got the discipline for stickin' with it
Now I'm on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I'm wonderin' just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody know my jams
Today my son said, "Dad, let go my hand"
Reminded me one day he's gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he's equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch 'cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin' up, I would be lyin'
I had a fear of gettin' punched while everybody eyein'
Add to that a constant fear of dyin'
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin'
Luckily my bluff was workin' way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin' just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would've thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would've thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain't know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it's introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin' three to six, shit
Soldier's song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time
Soldier's song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won't be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me's tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way , way 
Drowning out the wave 
I've got a reason to believe that I'll turn out just fine
Soldier's song
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love
I get mad and I slam my door and go in my room—
And then, I get mad and I say, "I wish my dad was here"
Niggas from the hood is the best actors
We the ones that got to wear our face backwards
Put your frown on before they think you soft
Never smile long or take your defense off
Acting tough so much, we start to feel hard
Live from the city where they pull cards
I got a Glock 40 and a little nine
Ready for the day a nigga pull mine
Niggas from the hood is the best actors
Gotta learn to speak in ways that's unnatural
Just to make it through the job interviews
If my niggas heard me, they'd say
"Damn, what's gotten into you?"
Just trying to make it, dog, somehow
Peeking through the blinds, I see the sun now
I see you're still sleeping and it feels like
Maybe everything is gon' be alright
The type of shit that make you wanna 
The type of shit that make you wanna let go 
The type of shit that make you wanna
The type of shit that make you wanna let go
I'll take it, baby I'll take it
Why I'm starin' at you 'cause I'm picturing you naked
Know what's on your mind, embrace it, do not fake it
Tonight is what you make it, take it, do not waste it
Take a shot, you not wasted
[
mumbling
]
I'm in a small ass town with a superstar chick
This is superstar dick, girl how could you not taste it?
The girl of my dreams
And is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Or should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Is she as good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
So I find out the nigga name
Know exactly where he stayin'
Find out when he leave for work
"Hold up, nigga, is you sane?"
I'ma follow in my car; I'ma cut in front of his
Run him right into the wall
Maybe even off the bridge
I give her a little time
Then console her while she cryin'
She gon' take that as a sign
Finally she will be mine
I'll be king, and she'll be queen
When I hit her with the ring
At the wedding, who gon' sing?
This is the girl of my dreams
And is she good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Aye, should I try and get some help?
This is the girl of my dreams
Is she as good as what she seems?
Or am I lyin' to myself?
Think I should try and get some help
Do you wanna, do you wanna be?
Do you wanna, do you wanna be?
Do you wanna, do you wanna be, free?
Do you wanna, do you wanna be, happy?
Do you wanna, do you wanna be, happy?
Do you wanna be, happy?
Do you wanna, do you wanna be, happy?
I said do you wanna, do you wanna be, happy?
I said do you wanna, do you wanna be, free?
I said do you wanna, do you wanna be happy?
I said do you wanna, do you wanna be, free?
Free from pain, free from scars
Free to sing, free from bars
Free my dawgs, you're free to go
Block is hot, the streets is cold
Free to love, to each his own
Free from bills, free from pills
You roll it loud, the speakers blow
Life get hard, you ease your soul
It cleanse ya mind, learn to fly
Then reach the stars, you take the time
To look behind and say, "Look where I came
Look how far I done came"
They say that dreams come true
And when they do, that there's a beautiful thing
Now do you wanna, do you wanna be happy?
I said do you wanna, do you wanna be free?
I said do you wanna, do you wanna be?
I think I made it, I think I made it, I think I made it
'Cause I'm always smiling, and you are the reason now
Girl, I can't explain it
It's all in the timing, I had to get low, I had to get low
I had to get back, I had to report
I had to get facts 'cause you are just that, you that
You share your truths with me
And I find them true, a muse, you in the booth with me
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la 
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la 
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la 
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
I think I made it
I think I made it, I think I made it
I think I made it
'Cause I'm always smiling and you are the reason now
He's on his way, he's 'bout to get paid
He's on his way to Hollywood
He's on his way, he's 'bout to get paid
He's on his way to Hollywood
Show him the way, he's 'bout to get paid
He's on his way to Hollywood
He's on his way, he's 'bout to get paid
He's on his way to Hollywood
Something's got a hold on me
I can't let it go
Out of fear I won't be free
Something's got a hold on me
I can't let it go
Out of fear I won't be—
No!
Something's got a hold on me
I can't let it go
Right
Life can bring much pain
There are many ways to deal with this pain 
Choose wisely 
Ha, yeah nigga, hell yeah
I felt that one in my fuckin' soul, nigga
Haha
Ooh, hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Ooh, hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Yeah 
Yeah, nigga 
The Off-Season 
The Off-Season, nigga
We offing niggas 
Fuck you talkin’ 'bout? 
Offing niggas 
Uh, applying pressure
Started my grind where crime festers
And nines showing like they in they second trimesters 
That’s why when niggas throw a shot or two online, I pay no mind to their benign gesturеs 
Nigga, please, I got my mind on much bigger things, to say thе least
My latest speeches sound like they was released by David East 
Verses hit hard, never pitched hard or played the streets
These niggas' whips hard, behind closed doors, can't pay the lease 
Ain't nothin' wrong with livin' check to check 'cause most have to 
Instead of cappin', why don’t you talk about being a broke rapper? 
That's a perspective I respect because it’s real
What it's like to be nice as fuck but got to stress to pay the bills
That was me in '08, seein' no cake
Not even on dates I celebrated my birth
Just did the mental math and calculated my worth
Shit crazy, didn’t know I got more M's than a real Slim Shady video 
Big Boss, less Rick Ross, more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima
, they tote steamers around the way we tippy-toe
'Round crack vials and cold-blooded killers, no reptiles
Just projectiles from niggas salty, you rockin' the fresher textiles
I seen best pals grow up and switch 
Sometimes over a couple dollars, more often over a bitch 
I can cap and say that I never scratched my jealousy's itch
But thank God I conquered that 'cause if not I'd never be rich
Envy keep your pockets empty, so just focus on you
If you broke and clownin' a millionaire, the joke is on you
Money ain't everything, I never say that 
But niggas throw stones knowin' they sell they soul to get wherever they at 
Just know these verses is some shit they gon' forever playback, nigga 
Hell yeah 
Fuck, you know what it is, nigga
Don't even dare
Niggas try to act like they don't—, bitch
That's why I gotta flex sometimes
'Cause niggas just try to act like you just not that motherfuckin' nigga, like
Like you just really don't do it how you do it
Like niggas will really try to act like you don't do what you do
Nigga look you dead in your face
And really act like you don't do it to the level that you do it
That's why sometimes you gotta come through and just do it at the level that you do it in front of every nigga face
So they know the difference between you, the real niggas, and the mothafuckin' fraudulent niggas, man
Don't never get it fucked up
If a nigga can't do it like you do it sometimes you gotta do it in front of his fuckin' face so he'll know forever
"Damn, that nigga did it how I always wanted to do it and I'll never be able to do it like that"
Bitch, it's a difference 
(These are the same ones telling our people what we are and we aren't because we're just not working hard enough
And that mentality is what we're up against today
But this is good to know because this time, when we march on the Capitol
You can go ahead and let 'em know long before we get there, we're coming to get that check)
As we took off running I ducked and hid for my life, 'cause I was fearing for my life, and I hid by the first car I saw. My friend, he kept running, and he told me to keep running 'cause he feared for me, too. So as he was running the officer was trying to get out of the car, and once he got out the car he pursued my friend—his weapon was drawn. Now he didn't see any weapon drawn at him or anything like that, us going for no weapon. His weapon was already drawn when he got out the car. He shot again, and once my friend felt that shot, he turned around and put his hands in the air, and started to get down, but the officer still approached with his weapon drawn and he fired seven more shots and my friend died
And all we wan' do is take the chains off
All we wan' do is break the chains off and
All we wan' do is be free
All we wan' do is be free
All we wan' do is take the chains off
All we wan' do is break the chains off and
All we wan' do is be free
All we wan' do is be free
Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch
Overcomin' the circumstances, we hella rich
Since you all in my business, this what I tell a bitch
If you ain't fuckin' me, don't fuck with me, this life on the edge
Green dollars splurged all on embellishments
My fellowship paid,
don't need to cop my fellas shit
Scoopin' hoes in the party, some Cinderella shit
Smash for the hell of it, livin' life on the edge
Miss America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty thoughts
Miss America, petty thoughts
Just to floss pay any and every cost
Heavy heart as I sit in this Range countin' thousands out
Am I about dollars or about change?
Am I about knowledge or about brains?
Freedom or big chains, they don't feel my pain
They don't feel my pain
They'll never feel my pain
And they'll never play this shit on the radio
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie
I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie
I got mud on my shoes, I ain't gon' lie
I got real, real big plans, I ain't gon' lie
Got a whole lot to prove, I ain't gon' lie 
Lately, I reflect on the times a nigga was low
I got it up off the floor, I'm stronger than ever before
I'm stronger than ever before just like I planned to be
They wanna see me fold, it ain't no thang to me
Thoughts when I was broke, if only I could be
Pockets holdin' hope
, it ain't no thang to me
At night, I hit my knees, I prayed for better days
Then found a better me, I got my head on straight
Up, up, and away, just ridin' my wave, I ain't never gon' say nothin'
Nigga throw a shot my way, I just jot down names, ain't never gon' say nothin'
Know you be stressin', hate only block your blessin', I'm never gon' say nothin'
Quit all that flexin', niggas live check to check, I'm never gon' say nothin'
Know that it's destined
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
My soul to take, my soul to take
Young nigga with his jeans low
Nice guy, just got a mean flow
Never seen rich but he's seen poor
Mr. Dollar and a dream in case she ain't know
That's all a nigga got
So if it's 'bout that cream, then I'm all up in the spot
I got a dollar and a dream, just a dollar and a dream
Hey, 'cause nigga that's life, and trust me I'm livin'
Look what a nigga made out the shit that I was given
Look what a nigga made out
Look what a nigga made out
Got a dollar and a dream
Three
I need you to love me , love me 
I need you to love me , love me
My last piece, I swear
My guilt heavy as this piece I wear 
They even iced out Jesus' hair
My last piece, I swear 
Lord, this is the last time 
Told my accountant, "It's the last time
I swear this is the last time
I know that I said that shit last time
But this the last time"
Mama I swear this is the last time
So don't take my chains from me
This the last time
'Cause I chose this slavery
This is the last time
Don't take my chains from me
This is the last time
'Cause I love this slavery
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I need you to love me, love me, love me
I said this is my last time
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I must confess, I cut the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Mo' money, yeah
Mo' money, blow money, show money
Party money, side ho money, dope money
New clothes money from shit that I wrote money
So much money I don't know who stole from me
Hard to keep track I'm used to having no money
Still broke compared to niggas with old money
I mean the type of niggas that laugh at Hov money
Billionaires with petroleum and coal money
Probably kill they selves if they had Cole money
Talk shit and I'ma see you like you owe money
I'm wrapping up the album, fourth quarter I'm so money
I'm overseas looking for trees to grow money
Peter Popoff, robbing people for hope money
Prostitutes collecting that "let me stroke" money
Put up a couple dollars for the liquor store money
Used to dread the strip club cause I couldn't throw money
Now the strippers give a nigga the throat for no money
How mama gonna teach you how to save your money
When she barely on the boat, got stay afloat money
Blacks always broke cause we don't know money
Spend it 'fore we get it and could never hold money
No wallets, nah, nigga we'd rather fold money
Money control niggas, white man control money
Laughing like "yeah yeah my nigga get your money"
It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch 
If we ever go broke girl, then time is all we got 
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up 
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fucked up
Roll up
Look, okay the weed so strong it got me stressed
The stress so strong it got me weed 
I'm so on, it threw me off 
I'm throwed off, yes indeed
I threw up after my threesome
On my threads
, had to leave the crime scene like criminals do
She wanna come to my crib and give me a
genital smooch
Typical, typical, get the piccolo, skididdle, skedaddle
I sling peen like a lasso
That mean king save the queen from the castle
I grab the saddle
Prisoner to prescription, it's changed, jackal, Jack Daniels
Shawty tryna tell me
Motherfucker, ayy, didn't I say? Nigga, ayy
We can't rap, nigga, we smoking weed
Stop rappin', nigga, this is not a rap session
We gettin' high
If I smoke a blunt right now
I'ma be on 285 with my pants pulled down around my ankles
Still no stranger to the blunt smoke, gun smoke
You niggas don't want smoke
No guts like that Swisher we just smoked
We cutthroat, niggas ain't...
Hold, hold on, hold on
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
Hold on, wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, wait
Shh, shh, shh
Wait, wait, wait, okay
Watson, Watson, stop
'Cause this nigga J. Cole, he done grew some dreads
He think he smoke now
Pass the blunt, nigga, stop rappin'
That's the end of the song, nigga
This the end of the session, we goin' home
I just called my Lyft
I just wanna call the, I mean hit the blunt, I mean
Let me try one more time
Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas, what?
Gold diggers, Crys sippers, what?
Cold nigga, flow sicker, what?
Muh'fucker, I'm a fuckin' head bussa, go
Coming down on the strip, liqour in the whip
Parking lot pimp, enough game to be sold
Learn from me, fuck bitches, burn money
Someone told me "Boy, you got your whole life to get old."
But everything that glitter ain't gold
The grass ain't greener, I've been told
She told me, "Boy you want your cake and eat it too?"
I said "It's cake, that's what you're supposed to do?"
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
,
lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state
,
I skate by the masters
Like "Yoo-hoo" with a new-new ridin' passenger
Shout out Oak Cliff, I'm 'bout to fly to Dallas
Decade from now, I might just buy the Mavericks
What up, Mark Cuban?
,
I am only part human
Half-man, half-amazing
,
plus, I'm good at math like I'm Asian
Hate to use stereotypes
But that's light compared to what a nigga get from Caucasians
No race-baitin'
—treat the beat like PlayStation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I'll probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil' rappers, I love you, but you ain't shit 'til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up, a book, nigga, pick that shit up
Expand your vocab
,
I'm giving out toe tags for no cash
All summer long plus three seasons after
Please CC a rapper, tell him meet me
It's absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers
The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers
I'm the answer on the low, I'm a cheat sheet for rappers
I came up 'round AC to DC adapters
Plug talk
,
what I'm really sayin' is a shame but
My niggas move 'caine like HBCU Kappas
Whole town full of CC Sabathia's
You think niggas gettin' fat pitchin' crack? Not really
This is not the eighties, don't be silly
Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy
Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction
How many black addicts that got caught up in the system?
With no sob stories on your prime time television
I can smell a blatant contradiction
, man, listen
Don't want to fuck up my vibe
Let's end it on a positive note, come see me live
KOD—album of the year, undebatably
My cadence be the greatest we've seen
Since the late MC whose name was The
Notorious—
Dreamville stacked like the Warriors
Winning back to back
,
next up to bat
Is my nigga Bas, after that, Jiddy-J.I.D
That's a New York City kid, plus ATL
Me, I'm from the 'Ville, but I know them towns well
Before I had a deal, I was givin' niggas hell
Now I'm givin' niggas deals and they givin' niggas hell
I hate a fuck nigga, used to be a fuck nigga
Couldn't even blame her if she did fuck niggas 
You run your bitch through the mud, you deserve that
So you can feel it for yourself where it hurt at 
What goes around comes around, I know you heard that 
While you was creepin', tell me, did it not occur that 
There's niggas slidin' in the DMs, every AM, every PM?
Used to be like automatic, she would curve that 
That was before, when you was loyal
Now it's thirst traps on her profile, and niggas know how to 
Spot a chink in your armor, you been trippin', dawg 
You ain't been keepin' your promise, you been pimpin', dawg 
Now bitches wink in your comments, she's suspicious, dawg 
And now you reaping your karma, she got niggas, dawg 
Callin' her phone while you gone and your bitch ass
Can't even feel no way, 'cause you doin' her the same 
Now you know the pain
And we used to be the dynamic duo's in flames
And you too proud to see that you hold the blame
From all that playin', nigga, we too old for games , man
You broke her heart, huh? 
When you met her, she was young and hella pure, huh?
Ain't had no clue that she was fuckin' with a dawg, huh?
You never thought you'd see the day that she was gone, huh? 
But you was wrong, huh?  Yeah, you was wrong, huh?
'Cause now it's late and she ain't answerin' your calls, huh?
She VIP, she out here fuckin' with the stars, huh?
Some other nigga got her now, he 'bout to spoil her
You could've spoiled her, ayy, but you starved her, yeah, yeah
Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole World
This nigga Ib is fuckin'...he's a bitch
He told me to talk shit to y'all niggas, so I'mma talk my shit
Dreamville in the building
I know what y'all want me to talk about, what y'all want to me to discuss
But we'll get to that later; them bitch ass niggas...
My nigga Big Sean in the building
My nigga Canei on the beat
A lot of times, those situations are, um, are handled way before the time comes
In the summer, I think when you truly prepare yourself, and
With training and conditioning, and things like that
When you cheat yourself, you fail in those moments
You know, you crash, and when you really put the time in and
Whether people see it, or whether people know it or not
You know, it always come to light
Now you're getting done— get— getting done
Now you're getting done— get— getting done
Now you're getting done without Va— Va— Va— Va— Vaseline
I never have dinner with the president
I never have dinner with the president
I never have dinner with the president
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant
Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half pint bitch, fucking your homeboys, you little maggot
Eazy-E turned faggot
With your manager, fella
Fucking MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy-E would be hanging from a tree
With no Vaseline
Just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on
'Til that Jheri curl is gone
On a permanent vacation
Off the massa plantation
Heard you both got the same bank account
Dumb nigga, what you thinking 'bout?
Get rid of that devil real simple
Put a bullet in his temple
'Cause you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a white Jew telling you what to do
Pulling wools with your scams
Now I gotta play The Silence of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you
Eric Wright
Punk, always into something, gettin' fucked at night
By Mister Shitpacker
Bend over for the goddamn cracker
No Vaseline
Motherfuckin' nosejob havin'-ass
Motherfuckin' Jheri Curl light,
Ambi wearing motherfuckin' bitch
Hey, wait, wait a minute!
Pooh, stop this shit!
What the fuck am I thinkin' about?
If I sell a little crack
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I die in Iraq
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I take you for granted
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
If I fuck up the planet
Ain't nothin' to it, gangsta rap made me do it
You niggas know my pyroclastic flow
You niggas know my pyroclastic flow-flow
You niggas know my pyroclastic flow
It's R-A-W, R-A-W
Oh yeah, and another thing
For all y'all niggas that don't do gangsta rap
Don't get on TV talkin' about gangsta rap
‘Cause 9 times out of 10
You don't know the fuck you talkin' about
Talk about that bullshit rap you do
Stay the fuck out of mine
 You know how we do it
Jack be nimble, and Jack be quick
If you wanna jack me on a lick
'Cause I'm that fool from South Central
You'll think you stuck yourself 
With a number two pencil
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With "Mo' Bounce to the Ounce" in the dash
Mash up, Van Ness, headed for the West
Everything is great 
Slow down for the dip
On 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive, to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin' a Glock and I thought you knew it
 You know how we do it
Comin' from the Westside, Westside
 Nothin' but the Westside
It's hittin' on the Westside
Fool,  you know how we do it
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self 
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self
'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health
Mic-mic-microphone check , come again, check it!
Mic-mic-microphone check , come again, check it!
Chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
You better chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
I said check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self 
[Outro: Ice Cube, Ad-Rock &
2Pac
]
Mic-microphone check
Mic-microphone check 
Mic-microphone check 
Mic-microphone check 
Mic-microphone check 
Mic-microphone check 
Mic-microphone check 
Mic-microphone— (
Check yo' self Cube, check yo' self Cube, check yo' self...
)
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
Did I fall off? Got you in your room
Rippin' every "Chronic" poster on your wall off
Just 'cause I put away the sawed off
Now I got you sittin' back with a smirk
Listening with your arms crossed
Questioning Dre's credibility 
Wondering if it's still in me to produce hits
Y'all be killin' me
As if I need to make mo', I got a mansion
And six cars that are paid fo', suck my dick! 
We came a long way from not givin' a fuck
Sellin' tapes out of a trunk to movin' this far up
Now we got the whole world starstruck
Made a million-plus and still don't give a motherfuck
Motherfucker, I'm Dre! I don't need your respect
I don't need to make another album, bitch, I don't gotta do shit
I do it because I want to, not to stay in the game
Fuck the fame, I'm still stayin' the same, lil' bitch! 
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I started this gangsta shit
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes 
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
Look at these Niggas With Attitudes
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self
'Cause bitches like you is bad for my health, uh
Chickity-check,  yeah
Chickity-check, yeah 
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self 
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo' self
Come on and check yo' self before you wrickity-wreck yo' self
'Cause the Lench Mob is bad for you's health
Nine Trey, remix!
Old school tip, yeah
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
Yeah come on fool, it’s the nigga you love to hate
Yeah, what up, punk? It’s the nigga you love to hate
A bitch is a...ohhhh
Soul Train done lost they soul
Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes
I see a lotta others damn
It almost look like the Bandstand
You ask me: "did I like Arsenio?"
About as much as the Bicentennial
I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools
'Cause they all scared of the Ice Cube
And what I say, what I portray and all that
And ain't even seen the gat
I don't wanna see no dancing
I'm sick of that shit
-- listen to the hit
'Cause yo if I look and see another brother
On the video trying to out-dance each other
I'ma tell T-Bone to pass the bottle
And don't give me that shit about role model
It ain't wise to chastise and preach
Just open the eyes of each
'Cause laws are made to be broken up
What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up
And build mold and fold theyself into shape
Of the nigga you love to hate
Gitchi gitchi ya ya
,
they call me Dada
6 million ways to murder, choose one
Lose one soul, bodies turn cold
Natural fright from niggas goin' bump in the night
]
Should I peel him? 
Should I peel her?
Am I iller 
Than a Natural Born Killa
?
Good cop, good cop, where is your dignity?
Where's your empathy? Where is your sympathy?
Bad cop, where's your humanity?
Good cop, is that just a fantasy?
Tell on that nigga, snitch on that bitch
Truth be told, mothafuck the blue code
Fuck the po-po actin' like Deebo
Already know Craig'll let the brick go
Black Lives Matter is not chit chatter
'Cause all they wanna do, is scatter brain matter
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
A nine is terrible in your face
The mace has a terrible fuckin' taste
The pen is a terrible fuckin' place 
The kings all hate the fuckin' ace
The judge sabotaged my fuckin' case
Racist motherfucker
Black police showin' out for the white cop
White police showin' out for the black cop
Damn, I can't take the pressure
Pulled the 4-4 up out the dresser
Grabbed the weight up out the closet
Po-po coming, but I'm scared to toss it
Y'all know what happened last time I lost it
Can't tell you niggas what the fuckin' boss did
D game got a nigga exhausted
Gotta go for the plea bargain they offered
Twenty years for what?
Breaking these laws that's so corrupt
Taking these halls and fillin' them up
Some powder keg shit that's about to erupt
Aye, y'all, I'm about to be stuck
Until the year two thousand, what the fuck?
In the hood, don't press your luck
‘Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, stop trippin on it
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same, every hood's the same
Every hood's the same
Arrest the president, arrest the president
Arrest the president, you got the evidence 
Arrest the president , arrest the president 
Arrest the president, you got the evidence
I do hard core rhymin', hard time grindin'
Gorilla pimp hoes while other niggas wine and dine 'em
Gotta love this thug shit, S-Class in the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit, OG, lyrical Blood shit
I don't rent, I buy shit, niggas jealous of my shit
Unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit
While you're rootin' and recruitin', nigga, 6-8 hoopin'
I was in the hood shootin', plus I had the wife whoopin'
I come from Pyrex bowls and oversized jars
I'm past up stripes, I got stars and bars
No time for playa hatin', Mack paper chasin'
Kicked out the substation to the hip-hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figgas
Done developed the status of a Platinum-plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho, fo' sho, I can I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it, don't stop 'til I get it, uh
[Pre-Chorus: Ice Cube, Ms. Toi,
Ice Cube & Ms. Toi
]
Don't stop, get it, get it 
Don't stop, nigga, hit it 
I'm gon' do it , gon' do it 
Gon' do it,
do it, do it
You can do it, put your back into it 
I can do it, put your ass into it 
You can do it, put your back into it 
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it
I can do it, put your ass into it 
You can do it, put your back into it 
I can do it, put your ass into it
[Pre-Chorus: Ice Cube, Ms. Toi,
Ice Cube & Ms. Toi
]
Don't stop, get it, get it 
Don't stop, nigga, hit it 
I'm gon' do it , gon' do it 
Gon' do it,
do it, do it
You can do it, put your back into it 
I can do it, put your ass into it 
You can do it, put your back into it 
I can do it, put your ass into it, put your ass into it
We be clubbin' 
We be clubbin'
We be clubbin' 
Yeah , uh-huh
Ice Cube, Westside Connect gang
You know how we do it
We put it down constantly
Constantly
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Get your ass up and hurr' up
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker, you scared
You scared , you scared 
You scared motherfucker, you scared 
You scared, you scared
You scared motherfucker, you scared
You scared , you scared 
You scared motherfucker, you scared 
If you a scared motherfucker go to church 
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt 
If you a down motherfucker put in work 
If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk 
If you a scared motherfucker go to church 
If you a gutter motherfucker do your dirt 
If you a down motherfucker put in work 
If you a crazy motherfucker go berzerk 
It goes one for the money  two for the show 
Three for the pussy, fo' for the glow 
Five for the rookies, six for the pros 
Seven for the numbers of them fuckin zeroes 
Eight for haters, nine for the cause
Ten for my niggas, behind big bars 
Fuck these devils, and they laws 
Never question the size of Ice Cube's balls
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality
How the fuck we supposed to change our reality?
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality
How the fuck we supposed to change our reality?
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality
How the fuck we supposed to change our reality?
If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality
How the fuck we supposed to change our reality?
Lil' niggas, don't try this at home
Momma in the bathroom leave her ass alone
Cause she probably taking chronic straight to the dome
Go play you lil' fucker, stop being grown
Dave Chappelle, 50 million and a throne
With a big Zulu bitch, nigga getting blown
Watch your tone, if your wear Coppertone
Go back to Africa used to be a theme song
I'm in the zone, do anybody got a Zong?
I ain't your poppa, but daddy is a rolling stone
Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on
Unless it's on, a motherfucking ringtone
I'm in a room with two bottles of Patron
You need a loan, to fuck with the Family Stone
Nigga go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home
Gorilla niggas, here come King Kong
Ice Cube motherfucka
West Coast motherfucka
Smoke some weed
You forgot where I come from, you forgot what I do
You forgot what you was sayin', cuz I'm blockin' your view
Now I got you on cue, you about to turn blue
Get around me now you actin' like my little nephew
Boy what you wan' do? You ain't gon' do ish
But go take a ish, is 'bout as funky as it get
Now I'ma have to admit, that I was prolly too nice
But take my advice or I'll take your life
Now if you still wanna slice, let's start with the fingers
Let's move to the toes, and end with the penis
See men are from Mars, now you from Venus
How dumb you got to be tryin' to think with the genius
It's the big payback, you can't clown James Brown
See a brother been down ever since Jamestown
You either swim or you're drowned, you either gagged or you're bound
Now you can't make a sound, boy look at you now
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
I'll send you fast boy, with a blast boy 
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Messin' with the wrong one, send you on that long run
Everybody wants to go to Heaven 
Pop you like a pro, now you good to go 
But nobody 
Ah nobody wants to die
Fool I'm a vet you can bet
That I could dance underwater and not get wet
Check it
It's raining bullets and I'm still there
I'm still there
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets
For every nigga that done took one for the hood
Every time I wanna go get a fuckin' brew
I gotta go down to the store with the two
Oriental one penny countin' motherfuckers
That make a nigga mad enough to cause a little ruckus
Thinkin' every brother in the world's out to take
So they watch every damn move that I make
They hope I don't pull out a gat and try to rob
They funky little store, but, bitch, I got a job
Look,
you little Chinese motherfucker
I ain't tryin' to steal none of this shit
Leave me alone! (
Mother fuck you
, yo, yo, check it out)
So don't follow me up and down your market
Or your little chop suey ass'll be a target
Of a nationwide boycott
Juice with the people, that's what the boy got
So pay respect to the Black fist
Or we'll burn your store right down to a crisp
And then we'll see ya
'Cause you can't turn the ghetto into Black Korea
Mother fuck you
AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted, uh,  reports that Ice Cube is the leader of the, uh, Lench Mob. Uh, also in the group they have J-Dee, Chill, T-Bone, Yo-Yo,
Del
, K-Dee
Sounds like a black thing
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?
Steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?
There goes the neighborhood
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?
Steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
Get the radio, get the radio
There goes the neighborhood
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Oh yeah
Throw your neighborhood in the air
If you don't care
Throw the West side in the air
Throw the East side in the air
Throw the South side in the air
Throw the North side in the air
Oh yeah!
Say, look at this
I've been cleaning out my nest, and I found an old book of my poetry
Fresh out of school 'cause I was a high school grad
Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad
Wish I got paid by rappin' to the nation
But that's not likely, so here's my application
Pass it to the man at AT&T
'Cause when I was in school I got the A.E.E
But there's no SC for this youngsta
I didn't have no money, so now I gotta punch the
Clock, gotta slave, and be half a man
But whitey says there's no room for the African
Always knew that I would clock G's
But welcome to McDonald's, "May I take your order, please?"
Gotta serve ya food that might give you cancer
'Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer
Now I pay taxes, that you never give me back
What about diapers, bottles, and Similac?
Do I have to sell me a whole lotta crack
For decent shelter and clothes on my back?
Or should I just wait for help from Bush?
Or Jesse Jackson, and Operation PUSH?
If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche
A Massengill
, what the hell
Crack will sell in the neighborhood
To the corner house bitches
Miss Parker, little Joe, and Todd Bridges
Or anybody that he know
So I copped me a bird, better known as a kilo
Now everybody know I went from po'
To a nigga that got dough
So now you put the feds against me
'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency
I never get love again
But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be Republican
Now I remember, I used to be cool
'Til I stopped fillin' out my W-2
Now senators are gettin' high
And your plan against the ghetto backfired
So now you got a pep talk
But sorry, this is our only room to walk
'Cause we don't want a drug push
But a bird in the hand is worth more than a Bush
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live 
Tell the politicians, the hustlers
Live and let live 
For my birthday, buy me a politician
It's a shame that you got to teach yo' children
Everythang's corrupt, everythang's fucked up
Everythang's 'bout a buck, we shit out of luck
For my birthday, buy me a politician
It's a shame that you got to teach yo' children
Everythang's corrupt, everythang's fucked up
Everythang's 'bout a buck, we shit out of luck
It's ball of confusion, my niggas they losin'
I know what ya doin', they drug abusin'
My bitches be choosin', my Uzi be oozin'
The thugs be cruisin', they know what you're doin'
It's ball of confusion, my niggas they losin'
I know what ya doin', they drug abusin'
My bitches be choosin', my Uzi be oozin'
The thugs be cruisin', they know what you're doin'
Come on, G
Police, eat a dick, straight up
Look here, you lil' goddamn nigga, you're not gafflin' nobody
You fuckin' understand me? 
That's right, get down on the goddamn ground now
Fuckin' move, now 
We're gonna do you like King
What goddamn King?
Rodney King, Martin Luther King, and all the goddamn Kings from Africa
Look out, motherfucker
There's a lot of yous , there's only one of me
They are not confused by the wannabe
There's a lot of yous , there's only one of me
They are not confused by the wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy, right
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy, right
That's that gangsta shit
"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street
And, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
Out which service street he suddelny turned off on. Uh, the sherriffs
Are..are...well I know that...Sherriffs ground units got thrown off"
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
Wicked man 
Hear the— hear the—
Hear the— Wicked man
Hear the drummer get wicked
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus pick up di mic
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, jus put down di gun
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town
Dem wicked, dem wicked, 'cause we run di town
Yes, dem wicked, gwaan
Back wha, seen, den di one dem call Ice Cube
International superstar don gorgon style 
Way back in Brooklyn, inside of Los Angeles, South Central style
Torcha Chambas , dem run the country 
And my name is Don Jagwarr, we are the top celebrity seen
Because we wicked, we wicked, we pick up di mics
Yes, we wicked, we wicked, we put down di guns
Yes, dem wicked, dem wicked, but we run di town
Wicked man
I got a big old ding-a-ling
And if that bitch can hang
I'm gonna do my thing with your daughter
Givin' up the nappy dug out
I got a big old ding-a-ling 
And if that bitch can hang 
I'm gonna do my thing with your daughter
Givin' up the nappy dug out
I got a big old ding-a-ling 
And if that bitch can hang 
I'm gonna do my thing with your daughter
Givin' up the nappy dug out
I got a big old ding-a-ling
And if that bitch can hang 
I'm gonna do my thing with your daughter
Little motherfucker
Daddy, where did he go?
I'll tell you where he went, goddammit
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out 
Givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin' up the nappy dug out 
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy dug out 
Givin' up the nappy dug out
Givin-givin' up the nappy dug out
Warning, when having sexual intercourse with a female like Cheryl
You must use jimmy hat condoms
We're called jimmy hats, have you ever seen us?
Most guys wear us 'round rolled up on your penis
If you're real smart, you will always use us
Put me in your wallet, or some dummy screws us
And going bareback without the bare facts
And have creepy crawlies crawling on your nutsack
So get the J-I-M-M-Y to the hats
It's me and two brothers in a pack
Run out and get your jimmy hats
Small and extra large
Run out and get your jimmy hats
Or this might happen to you
"Jordan..."
"Watch Jordan!
Ayo, Cube, watch Jordan..."
"Yes!"
You better eat your Wheaties"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
Yeah, yeah
"But when will they shoot?"
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
Yeah, yeah
"But when will they shoot?"
Daryl Gates got the studio surrounded
'Cause he don't like the niggas that I'm down with
Motherfucker wanna do us
'Cause I like Nat, Huey, Malcolm, and Louis
Most got done by a black man's bullet
Give a trigger to a nigga and watch him pull it
Negro assassin
I'ma dig a ditch, bitch, and throw yo' ass in
When they shoot, no, it won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew
'Cause my mind's playin' tricks on me, too 
Never died, surround my crib
And FOI makin' sure nobody creep when I sleep
Keep a nine millimeter in my Jeep 
Peep when I roll, I gots to roll deep
Ain't goin out cheap
Met the MADD Circle on Cypress Hill 'cause it's so steep
They'll never get me, they'll never hit me
Motherfuck that shit, J-Dee
Now I'm relaxed
Grab the St. Ides brew so I can max
Sittin' by the window 'cause it's so fuckin' hot
And then I heard a shot 
("
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
")
("
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
")
("
Last person in the world you wanna fuck with
")
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Try to play chicken with a fucking rooster
Don't you worry, I'm not the shooter
I am a fucking computer, with a whole army of boosters
Nigga got out one piece, five piece, dime piece
Cause my crimies move like zombies
Wha? Being heads since the '90s
Don't act like you don't know where to find me
Now, if you wanna get slimy
Look at all the grimey
Niggas all behind me
You don't wanna go to war so you start to singin why can't we be friends?
We can be friends, pussy ass niggas buy extenze
Pray to the God, repent your sins
Ice Cube ain't like the rest of them
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Sic them youngins on 'em
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
Try to go H.A.M. on porky pig
Fucked up boy, that's what you did
You'se a fucking prick, but I'm Moby Dick
I'm Darth Vader, you Obi Wan Kenobi, bitch
He's Jim Kelly, y'all, I'm Terry Bradshaw
He is baby ass, I'm like diaper rash
I'm like stinking trash, I'm like party crash
Like getting caught with hash
I'm like your stolen cash
I like you feeling bad, they call me
Schleprock
I like the whole country looking at the debt clock
Pyroclastic flow, this is Pompeii
Whoever in the way, turn you into clay
Call me out my name and that's a hurricane
I'll send the wind and the water and the pouring rain
I am boring, mane, I am snoring, mane
I'm the pain that's wearing off the Novacane
I'm the weight you gained, I make your titties hang
I'm the crowded train that just hit the mane
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Ha-ha
And Ice Cube practices what he preaches
He continues to live in South Central Los Angeles and he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood
Be true to the game
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door, "Who is it?"
It's Ice Cube, come to pay a little visit to ya
And what's up with the niggas in the parking lot
She said "Fuck em, cause they get sparked a lot"
I sat on the couch but it wasn't stable
And then I put my Nike's on the coffee table
Her brother came in, he's into gang-bangin'
Cause he walked up and said "What set you claimin'?"
I don't bang, I write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of Good Times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He threw up a set and then he was gone
I'm thinkin' to myself, won't this bitch bring her ass on?
Her mother came in with a joint in her mouth
And fired up the sess, it was sess no doubt
She said, "Please excuse my house," and all that
I said, "Yeah," 'cause I was buzzed from the contact
Lookin' at a fucked up black and white
Her mom's bitchin' cause the county check wasn't right
She had another brother that was three years old
And had a bad case of the runny nose
He asked me who I was then I had to pause
It smelled like he took a shit in his little drawers
I saw her sister who really needs her ass kicked
Only thirteen and already pregnant
I grabbed my forty out the bag and took a swig
Cause I was getting overwhelmed by BeBe Kids
They was runnin' and yellin' and playin' and cussin' and tellin'
And look at this young punk bailin'
I heard a knock on the door without the password
And her mom's got the twelve gauge Mossberg
The nigga said "Yo, what's for sale?" 
And the bitch came out with a
bag of yayo
She made the drop and got the twenty dollars
From a smoked-out fool with ring around the collar
The girl I was waiting for came out
I said, "Bitch, I didn't know this was a crack house"
I got my coat, and suddenly
"Stop, the police, don't move!
Freeze! I'll kill ya!"
The cop busted in and had a Mac-10 pointed at my dome
And I said to myself,
"Once again, it's on"
He threw me on the carpet and wasn't cuttin' no slack
Jumped on my head and put his knee in my back
First he tried to slap me up, wrap me up, rough me up
They couldn't do it so they cuffed me up
I said, "fuck, how much abuse can a nigga take"
Hey yo officer you're making a big mistake
Since I had on a shirt that said I was dope
He thought I was selling base and couldn't hear my case
He said, "get out my face" and musta had a grudge
His reply, "Tell that bullshit to the judge"
The girl I was with wasn't sayin nothin'
I said "Aiyyo bitch you better tell em somethin'"
She started draggin'
and all of a sudden
We all got tossed in the paddy wagon
Now I beat the rap but that ain't the point
I had a warrant so I spent two weeks in the joint
Now the story you heard has one little object
Don't fuck with a bitch from the projects
Ayo man, was that dope enough for you?
Yeah you aight, you in the house
We outta here, see-ya!
Yeah, you better go home before I whoop your little bad ass!
[Outro: Barney Rubble, Bugs Bunny &
Andrew Dice Clay
]
Some bedtime story, huh?
It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here
Ay, good ol' Mother Goose, remember her? I fucked her
Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute
Yo G, stick a fucking tape in it!
'Cause all the radio do is gangle
That R&B love triangle
If you're out there kicking it with the brothers
You don't care about lovers
You wanna hear a young nigga on the mic going buck wild
Throwing and flowing and showing new styles
That's where I'm coming from
Reality: that's what they're running from
So if you're down with Ice Cube, let me know that you know
Yo, turn off the radio
You know what? You know what?
Basically those black guys and those rap guys
They don't know what the fuck they're doing
I hate those fuckers, I hate 'em!
Especially that one guy
The AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted; Ice Cube—I hate that fucker!
Get him off the air, get him off, get him off
Get that rap shit out of here!
Nigga, get me a gat, so I can smoke this motherfucker!
Hello?
Hi, this is D.E.L
Hey, I'm calling from 3838 Twin Oaks Way
Yeah, I just wanted to call to say fuck the radio!
Brrrrr! And if you got a problem with this
Let me know so I can add your fuckin name on my list
All you West Coast deejays, check your wrist
If you scared to add the big fish to your playlist now
Enemies of this industry, I'mma
Hall of Famer, treated like a stranger
Fuck that, another West Coast banger
Who gives a fuck if they play it in Virginia?
I'mma play it on Denker, play it on Western
All up Van Ness, we'll make your head turn
Motherfuckers wanna take our style
And run that shit, three thousand miles then
Rub the shit all in our face
Diss, award show all at our place
Damn, can a nigga get a lit-tle taste
Of some of that shine? It look like mine
Damn!
Doin my own, thang, and if you got a problem with that
Then the nina go bang, bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map, but
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
Doin my own, thang, and if you got a problem with that
Then the nina go bang, bang
And I'll be everywhere on the map, but
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
I rep that West, I rep that West
Y'all know what it is
Is this too West Coast for you motherfuckers?
So what!
Sanctioned by the O.G.'s of America
The grand wizard is a, certified G
That mean genius bitch
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
{Trick! Yeeah!} Jus hit 'em with the bop gun!
One nation under a groove {heh}
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
{Get up with the bop gun...}
One nation under a groove 
Gettin' down just for {the fuck of it, yeahh}
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove 
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Feet don't fail me now! Ha ha!
{Get 'em with the bop gun
I'm a' blast with the bop gun ... heh heh
On yo ass with the with the bop gun
I'm talkin' trash with the bop gun ... yeah
And it don't stop
And it won't stop}
Here's my chance to dance my wayyy
Out of my constriction
{Oh shit}
... hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
{Oh yeah}
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Lemme hear ya say Party over here fuck you over there!
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Feet don't fail me now
Do you promise the funk
Givin' you more of what you're funkin' for
Ooo, feet don't fail me now
Can I get it on my good foot, good gawd
'Bout time I got down one time
Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong
, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo bitch go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got Daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale
Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the Black Hole
Now I'll big bang you with my black pole
Flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun
(Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in)
One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it 
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove 
Gettin' down just for the funk of it 
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us nowwwwww
Drop girl drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop drop it, lemme see you squat it
Type a nigga gettin' private dances in the public
Hit her from the back, grabbing on her shoulders
Hair weave killa, girl don't you get nervous
Cleaning some detergent, all my cars got curtains
I left her like Ginobili
My Rollie cost a car, and I don't have a car note
I took her from the bar to the car to the condo
Drop girl drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
Drop to the drop, drop to the drop, drop, drop girl, drop
 Drop
Brought to you by
Drop it like its hot
and pick it up like’s not production
Dealers in funky music and round jiggly shit you can play with
 Drop
"Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy
Wind and Theodore Briseno: the four officers accused of beating
Motorist Rodney King."
Yeah, but why is it that one motherfucker can ruin it for twenty-two thousand motherfuckers
When they wanna come see a good jam, you know what I'm sayin?
Ayy, Cube, tell 'em something, shit, you know how I feel?
Break 'em off something
Us, we'll always sing the blues
'Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
And if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
'Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But I'm the first nigga to holler out peace, black man
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs and chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice or  the horses
Jobless, so I'm a ho for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
With a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They used to call me Negro
After all this time I'm still bustin' up the chiffarobe
No respect and ignored
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford
In jail 'cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us, but y'all think it's dumb of me
To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about
Standing in the middle of war, the minute we flex
When we die, we won't make Jet
Ebony can't see to the light side
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cause I'm comin’ from the corner
Same applies to a Ph.D
Who's black - don't wanna roll - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin’
Who the fuck are they foolin’?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face
As they wonder whats under my waist
of them gettin’ brown
That's a fact, got a fear of the bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yeah Cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
All I got is motherfuckin' players
We get money in motherfuckin' layers
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters
All I got is maids and waiters
All I got is suits and gators
Y'all niggas lost and I'm Las Vegas
"They indicated, that when trapped, the creature activated a self-destruct device that destroyed enough rainforest to cover three hundred city blocks."
Hahahah
That's right
Smooth, hah
Yeah
Hahahahah
Just waking up in the mornin', gotta thank God
I don't know, but today seems kinda odd
No barkin' from the dogs, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl, I wanna dig out
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin', "Will I live another twenty-fo'?"
I gotta go, 'cause I got me a drop-top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can do it all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
"Which park are y'all playin basketball?"
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week messed around and
got a triple double
Freakin' brothers everyway like MJ
I can't believe, today was a good day
Creep to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin', didn't even look in a brother's direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin'
Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of homies and watch me break 'em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Little Joe
Picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin', "Domino"
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A
Today was a good day
Hahah
Hahah
Left my homie's house paid
Picked up a girl, been tryna do since the twelve grade
It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
Felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punani
And my Jimmy runs deep, so deep
So deep put her butt to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin'
Took another sip of the potion, hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her butt off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams
No helicopter lookin' for the murder
Two in the mornin', got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp"
Drunk as hell, but no throwin' up
Half way home and my pager still blowin' up
Today I didn't even have to use my AK
I gotta say it was a good day
And I'm down
Creep
And I'm down for whatever
Ice Cube - D'voidofpop
And I will never dance for you trick-ass niggas
It makes me wanna creep
It makes me wanna creep
Naw baby, not this way
Yo, you ain't playing Ice Cube out like no booger
I don't fall for the okey-doke
And before I fall for the okey-doke, I let the pistol smoke
Now sing it
Ha ha, yeah baby, you can't fade me
Nah, unfadeable baby, yo
I ain't never got gaffled like that, I used to do the gafflin'
McDonald's is my spot 
Jack them motherfuckers for them Nissan trucks
Right in the drive-thru.
"Nigga, get your motherfuckin' food, leave it in the car, nigga, get out."
Straight jackin'
 Do you  Do you
 Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you  Do you
 Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always  Always 
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always  Always 
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Drink the Kool-Aid!
I make a motherfucker drink the kool aid!
I-I-I-Ice Cube! 
The Don... Ain't no stopping the G!
They call me 
 Do you  Do you
 Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Do you  Do you
 Know who you fucking with? Know who you fucking with?
Always  Always 
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Always  Always 
Know who you fucking with! Know who you fucking with!
Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don't try to hide cause you know that I love to
Jack a fool for his beat and then I'm outtie
So when I come to your town don't crowd me
Cause I know, you're gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y'all can get with me
So you think you're protected
Well you are 'til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can't fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin'
I'll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running!
*stop stop stop stop stop!
Sa-prize, niggas*
To the kids of the world that's waitin for wealth
Waitin for health, you better do for self
Homey that's yo' last cup
Forget about the fast buck; boy, get you ass up
People use yo' brain to gain
Do something that ain't never been done; and we can spend hun's
Wipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns, have nuttin but fun
And homey we could do that {shit}!
Police have a fit, when yo' paper's legit
We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own
Send your baby to school and she'll come back grown
We got to talk to our grandma's
And she'll help us through them dark halls, and them pitfalls
Everybody know we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain, Lord stop the rain
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich and on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop until we drop
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich and on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle it don't stop until we drop
Keep goin, little homey why you slowin?
Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin?
Keep rollin, little homey why you slowin?
Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. 
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Hey young thugs, the world is yours..
Yeah young thug, the world is yours..
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Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they play
And many motherfuckers criticize rappers and what they say
Even though they criticize secretly they fantasize
But they know they'll never be paid to play
Yeah I'mma kill one of you young punks
With an old school flow, flow, flow
Though I walk through the shadow of death
I gotta make sure that my shoes and my outfit fresh
You bitches get jealous when you see me coming
Y'all would too if you see my woman
Now y'all know we about to do what we do
This shit right here bout as sick as the flu
Drunk motherfuckers wanna vomit on my shoe
Niggas can't have shit probably 'cause of you
Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale
Steffan Policy don't ask don't tell
Wears my Wallabees as I go get the mail
Half black is the new black can't you tell ?
It was blue black like Wesley Snipes in New Jack
Now you got to have a white mama just to do that
Tiger Woods, he used to be a safe nigga
Go ahead let your daughter have a date with him
He'll make with her probablly in a wife beater
Tiger bout to change his name to cheater
I don't like it when you call me Big Poppa
From South Central and I hate helicopters
If we at school I'll break in your locker
See me with a water bottle, it's probably vodka
Drink responsibly or drink constantly
Be who you wanna be in this economy
Drunk as Sean Connery at the finery
Can't throw me out motherfucker I'm the honoree
Trust me, I'll never be the nominee
I don't kiss enough ass, I'm too ornery
Ice cube be where the piranhas be
Swimming upstream eatin' all kind of meat
West Coast treat it like hyenas
Take what you want from these lying ass cheaters
Eat the fuck out these fake-ass beavers
That's how we act when you don't wanna feed us
Crazy motherfucker ever since I was a fetus
Might as well join us you ain't gon' beat us
Please believe us, you can ask Jesus
I'mma be here 'bout as long as Regis
Understand I never pledge of allegiance
To this ball of confusion, might cause a contusion, boy
I see you're cruising for a bruising
Fucking with a principal that don't like students
Don't you know, detention is a lynching
And if I forget to mention then I'm spending out my pension
No no no no
The reason I hone in
'Cause this right here ain't no country for young men
Sonny you done fucked up the Church's money
I'm Redd Foxx and you that big dummy
This junkyard was an empire
Y'all let it get overran by vampires
Most MCs is goddamn lies
Like them fucking supervisors working up at Kaiser
Bitch, I'm not a Dodger, I'm a Laker, punk
You'se a fucking clipper you can call me Jack The Ripper
Cut you up by your guiser then down by your liver
Rooter to the tooter, gut you like flipper
Dipper, y'all better treat me like the skipper
Hair trigger, for e'ry nigga
E'ry honkey and e'ry critter
I come through and kill every litter
Like that like that like that...
No country for young men
No no no no
It's just a ball of confusion
No country for young men
No no no no
Your world is just an illusion
No country for young men
No no no no
Its a ball of confusion
No country for young men
No no no no
Your world is just an illusion
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
I'm so horny 
Twenty D Energizers
Twenty C Energizer?
D, not C, D
C Energizer?
D, motherfucker, D! Learn to speak English first, alright? D!
How many you say?
Twenty, motherfucker, twenty (
Honey
)
Mother fuck you!
I understand how all my homeboys feel
'Cause I've been shot and to this day I pack my steel
'Cause I was born in a certain territory
Where you don't talk, only the streets tell stories
Where blue and red bandanas on the street
And if you're slippin', you'll be six feet deep
See, me and T-Bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the Mob, we stay colorblind
I thought I could get into caring, but if I started caring, then I would get sloppy
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?
I see you lookin' at me
We don't give a fuck!
What you lookin' at?
We gonna give it up!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the flyest one of all?
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Do ya thang, mayne
Fuck what they lookin' at!
Tadow
(Now it was on from dusk to dawn
And everything jumped)
The white man has broke every law known to man to establish AmeriKKKa
But he'll put you in the state penitentary
He'll put you in the federal penitentary for breaking these same laws
Now we gonna look and see if this motherfucker is guilty for the laws he'll put you in jail for:
Drug using, drug selling, armed robbery, strong armed robbery, grand larceny, rape, racketeering, conspiracy to commit murder, extortion, aggravated assault, mayhem,
sodomy of the black man
, trespassing, embezzelment, purgery, kidnapping, smuggling, grand theft, brandishing a firearm, carrying a concealed weapon, breaking and entering, and premeditated cold-blooded murder
Guilty on every charge
Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass you tramp-ass hoes?
You better watch out
And for you so called baller-ass niggas, you know what time it is
South Central ain't no joke
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip god dammit
You'll sho' get got, just like that
This ain't no joke motherfuckers
Now I wanna send a shout-out to E-Dog, the engineer
Puttin' his two cents in
This is Los Angeles
Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap
And put me under dirt or concrete
But God can see through a white sheet
'Cause you the devil in drag
You can burn your cross, well I'll burn your flag
Try to give me the HIV
So I can stop makin' babies like me
And you're givin' dope to my people, chump
Just wait 'til we get over that hump
'Cause your ass is grass 'cause I'ma blast
Can't bury rap like you buried jazz
'Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors
So, bitch, you can fight your own wars
So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' chased by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves to buckle
I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle
We've gone nowhere in 200 years? That's correct
We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years? That's correct
We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years? That's correct
Give me a black goddess, sister, I can't resist her. No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed, pale skinned buttermilk complexion.
Grafted
, recessive, depressive, ironing board backside, straight up and straight down. No frills, no thrills, Miss six o'clock, subject to have the itch, mutanoid,
caucazoid
, white cave bitch...
Ease back white bitch, I don't play that!
Just because I got on my L.A. hat
"Stalkin', walkin' in my big black boots"
Is my jingle,
now you want Mandingo
Big, black and handsome
I should hold your
devil
ass for ransome
Sorta like Patty Hearst
, but I'll burst first, bitch!
And you know what's worse?
I'm coming from the land where the choppers roam
So fuck you, bitch, and your Coppertone
Stringy hair, no derrier, frontin' and fakin' with your
silicone pair
Do I wanna fuck? Not hardly
That's kinda like Barbie fuckin' Bob Marley
It ain't gonna happen, I keep rappin'
Motherfuck Tennille, but see, I'm the Captain of this ship
And I'm true to the game
Y'all all look the same
Standin' by my backstage door, hopin' I will switch
Spread out, you little cave bitch!
Why every time we get famous
You wanna play us like Andy and Amos?
The devil sent you to try and tame us
But you can't tame me, with no bitch named Amy
Lookin' for the dark meat
But ho, I ain't tryin' to go out like Barkley
'Cause every time I turn on the TV
I see several brothers with she-devils
Smilin' 'cause you out on a date
But sooner or later, the bitch'll yell "Rape!"
Soon as daddy found out you a jigaboo
He'll kill like he did Emmitt Till
Yeah, he tried to kick bass
But the bitch probably threw it in his face
Southern Belle ain't nothin' but a trick
Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch!
Brian G, break it down!
"White bitches have no butt and no chest"
"White bitches have no butt and no chest" 
"White bitches have no butt and no chest"
"White bitches have no butt and no chest"
Now, don't think that I hate you
'Cause I won't date you, bitch, I gotta stay true
You can be a fan, but don't expand
And try to get my dick in your hand!
You better run to the minute man
Pale as snow, so act like y'know
'Cause if I slap it, flip it, and rub it like that
Yeah, it gotta be black; plus, yo ass too flat!
I need a butt big enough that can clap
Rat-a-tat-tat! You can't get mine, hoe
I'd rather fuck an albino
At least I know, she's comin' from the Nubian
And not the Ku Klux Klan that you be in
And I don't give a fuck if your family is rich
You're still a little cave bitch!
Freaks on the floor, freaks on the floor
How many of y'all freaks on the low?
Freaks on the floor, freaks on the floor
How many of y'all freaks on the low?
Come through bumpin' that new funkadelic, that new funkadelic
Come through bumpin' that new funkadelic, that new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic, you know, that new funkadelic
Ice Cube got that new funkadelic, better run, go tell it
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', bitch, I'm into treatin'
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'
What's up for the evenin'?
I ain't into trickin', I'm into treatin'
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat 
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat 
You know the beat so sweet like booty meat
No matter who you meet, you can move your feet
I see me about ten mark ass motherfucking fans
Knock on the door, talking about whassup?
Yo man, it was about a hundred and twenty dicks man
Niggas start, niggas coming out of hotel rooms
Without no bitches!
They can get gaffled like they in a motherfucking raffle
Punk ass
Yo, I respect the respectable
If your girl is all on my dick, check the ho
Say, "Yeah that nigga he can rap fly
But you know, stars are up in the sky"
Cause all I got is hard dick and bubblegum
Just ran out my last stick is where I'm coming from
I'm not telling you to diss Mr. Ice Cube
Cause you know, I'm the one that can show and prove
Now groupie girls, I just make em wait
But the groupie boys, I can't tolerate
I hate it so much, I'mma start giving stitches
To the niggas that's staring like bitches
Cause I'm not a fairy, a Mary or a faggot
Gimme the eye, I'll fly, and tag it
Now you see? Jocking ain't healthy
Cause you think that I'm young and I'm wealthy
With juice, so I see you try to run behind
But I'mma tell you, punk, you gets none of mine
Cause I was taught, see a fool, use a fool
By the niggas who terrorized the old school
So don't try me or buy me a beer
Just stay off my dick, nigga
Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don't run up with ya gun up
'Cause I got the backbreaker, double pump rump shaker
'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Living unforgiven with the mic on
And punks running like roaches with the light on
And that's all the shit I'm starting
Bust a cap  like Jerome on Martin
You looking for a punk with benefits
'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits
And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin', hopin', thighs open
But I kick back, sit back, and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker hoe, really doe
[Chorus: Ice Cube, Pointer Sisters &
Slick Rick
]
You got to believe in something
Ice Cube, yeah
Why not believe in me?
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Goddamn, I'm a motherfuckin' G
You got to believe in something
Really doe, what?
Why not believe in me?
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
A motherfuckin' O, motherfuckin' G
You got to believe in something
East Side
Why not believe in me?
Fuckin' G
(
And who the fuck are you? And who the fuck are you?
)
You got to believe in something
South Side
Why not believe in me?
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
G, G, G, motherfuckin' G, G
You got to believe in something
West Side
Why not believe in me?
Heh, know me
(
And who the fuck are you? And who the fuck are you?
)
You got to believe in something
Why not believe in me?
(
And who the fuck are you?
)
Ah Miss Yo-Yo, so what gives?
I hear females always talking about Women's Lib
Well get your own crib, and stay there
Instead of having more babies for the welfare
Cause if you don't I'll label you a gold digger
The name is Ice Cube you know that I ain't the nigga
For you to look at when your hair get nappy
So take a piece of the pole and be happy
Hell no, because to me you're not a thriller
You come in the room with your three-inch killer
Thinking you can do damage to my backbone
Leave your child in the yard until it's full-grown
I'm a put it like this my man
Without us your hand would be your best friend
So give us credit like you know you should
If I don't look good, you don't look good
I doubt it baby cause we're still most dominant
But you don't know how funky that I can get
This is a man's world thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
Man, women, I put a lot of fear in em
Cause I had it up to here with em
Drink a beer with em? No way
Cause I can only deal with em about an hour every day
Yeah if you know what I mean baby
Well I guess, now that I think about it I think maybe
If you was more of a man instead of faking it
Women deserve the credit when they're making it
Yeah so what's the problem?
Well I think we solved it
I know they know the best male from who's doggin it
Yeah I admit you can flow
Well that's true
But you see I'm a pro with the bank too
Yeah I can see you got it good
Oh that I know
But you see you're not better than Yo-Yo
The brand-new intelligent black lady
You're kinda dope but you still can't fade me
So what up then?
Girl, what you tryna do?
To prove a black woman like me can bring the funk through
This is a man's world thank you very much
But it wouldn't be a damn thing without a woman's touch
Or a big butt...
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This, this is, this is a man's world
This is a man's world
FF: Yeah, what you out for?
IC: Yo, I'm only out for one thing
FF: You out for what, man?
IC: Yo, I'm out for the pussy, the money, and the mic, and I'm straight. What are we out for?
FF: I pledge allegiance to the uh... to the fuckin', all of that shit. Know what I'm saying?
IC: Five thousand!
FF: Five thousand, G
IC: We out
FF: Yo, we out of here, five thousand
Yo, this is for my boy Ice Cube, you know what I'm saying
Yo, check this out
Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks
Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when I'm grindin'
I'm on stakes when I'm dinnin'
And on sunday's on the wine
Is you can't calm the savage beast 
And I can make your birds rise like geese, K-Mac tell 'em
You sell 'em, I swell 'em, loke 
Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for
We got the fish scale texture 
Now if you cook it yourself you get extras
Dub that shit to death with this dub thang
Only a few niggas left with this love mang
So we cop together , put it in the beeker
Rock together , claim blocks together
And fuck cock together, nigga 
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
Look in my eyes
I see the dollar sign dogg, and my dick start to rise
Got to handle money, got to stack the money 
Buzzin' like a bee cuz I crave for the honey
Million dollar tickets make bitches look wicked
So you innocent hoes, ain't got to like ta kick it
I know you knows , cuz now my decimals 
Done fiend for the green, keep you itchin' in your panty hose
Your eyes full of gleem 
You wanna get on my team, and live my dream
Captain of the ship is what I'm boastin'
Hit the three wheel motion, I'm the shit when I'm coastin' 
Down the boulevard, flossin' hard
Lights hit the chrome, don't go lick 'em like a movie star
Money makes me a savage 
Shit, I brake down the world for the cabbage 
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta 
Keep it gansta y'all, keep it gangsta 
Niggas want that gutter shit
Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit
Ain't the rugged shit
It burns
Fitfully, sputteringly to it's end 
At which there is, a little surprise
That stupid ass bitch
Yo, it ain't my fault you got the heebie-jibbies
But you still try to act like you didn't see me
So I walk over, and say "Hi
Bitch, don't try to act surprised"
You shoulda put a sock on the pickle
And your pussy wouldn't be blowin' smoke signals
Man, this is gonna kill 'em
Guess who got a big fat dose of penicillin?
They'll ask, "Who?", and I tell 'em you
The new leader of the big booty crew
And after today, I'm sorry to say
You come through the neighborhood, you couldn't give it away
To a nigga, who's out to get major paid
But you'll have him, pissin' out razorblades
But a bitch like you'll be returnin' with the HIV, RIP
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
I'm burning up
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
I'm burning up
What have I, done stuck my dick in?
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
I'm burning up
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
You can't trust a big butt and a smile
I'm burning up
What have I, done stuck my dick in?
Done stuck my dick in?
I'm burning up
It's hot, I'm burning up
Macking is the game and everybody's playing
And as long as you believe what they saying
Consider them a M-A-C-K and with no delay
They are gonna get all the play
But when it comes to me, save the drama for your mama
It's Ice Cube and you know that I'm a
Mack in my own right when it comes to rhyme and rap
Cause all I do is kick facts
Unlike Iceberg Slim
And all of them be claimin' be P-I-M-P
No, I'm not going out that way
I'm just a straight up N-I-double-G-A
Next time, you get over on a fool
And you did the shit like real smooth
Thank Ice Cube for giving up the facts
And ask yourself, "Who's the Mack?"
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
Straight gangsta Mack
What did you get shot with? 
Who shot you? 
Was it gang-bangers? 
Why, oh why, can't I get help?
'Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self
Too many black bodies the hospital housin'
So at 10 PM, I was Audi 5000
Now I gotta wet'cha 
Now I gotta wet'cha 
I'm comin' ta get'cha 
You better hope I don't catch ya 
 The nigga with the big fat trigger
 The nigga with the big fat trigger
 The nigga with the big fat trigger
 The nigga with the big fat trigger
The nigga with the big fat trigger
The nigga with the big fat trigger
The nigga with the big fat trigger
The nigga with the big fat trigger
We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fully
Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fully
Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
On my way home, talkin' on my iPhone
Mother fuckers tried to kill me with a fuckin' drone
They think I'm Al Capone with a natural comb
You just a clone of the original chromosome
Me? I'm just a student of the Terrordome
You? You just recruitin' for the skull and bones
Me? I do karate on Illuminati
You can view the body
I'm at a pool party
Hah, yeah
I know you internet hoes been suckin' on a lot of shit
But don't worry 'bout me, cuz ain't part of they club
We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with the fully
Chase down the bully hit his ass with the fully
Then we gon' string his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
String his ass up by his nuts with the pulley
Stay ready 
Stay ready 
Stay ready 
Stay ready 
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me - I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me - I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me - I'm too West Coast
Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast
They act like they scared of me - I'm too West Coast
The Grand Wizard
Ice Cube
Open it up!
Strap him in! All right... Calm down!
You got any last words?
Yeah. Yeah, I got some last words... FUCK ALL Y'ALL!
Switch
"Was America willing to maintain order...
No matter what the cost?"
They call me Hollywood
Red carpet
V.I.P. bitch
They call me Hollywood
Complimentary everything
The nigga trap...
 - 2X
"Take that, motherfuckers"
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Underwater flow, shit is getting deep
Them fuckers tried to drown the aqua boogie freak
But I'm a octopus, especially when I got to push
When shit is fishy, my trigger finger get itchy
All you sissies, I'm a general like Ulysses
Fuck with me, I'm incredible like Bill Bixby
I never sleep, cut off my eyelids
Insomniac, maniac, I'm a hybrid
Bitch, I'm a pirate, they call me Blackbeard
I sail the seven seas, ho, I'm off the grid
It's the ultimate, baby, I'm the bulk of it
The whole package, a nigga with no baggage
It's kind of tragic when you driving through Irvine
Is this Germany, 1939?
I'm a gangsta boy, not the nerdy kind
They got a dirty mind, all about the dollar sign
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
They put the sheep to sleep
And dominate the weak
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
At seventeen got my first Volkswagen
And mastered the life-long art of dragging
To the women in college
Hung out with the OG's and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast rate
'Til they said that I might not graduate
Then I said, "Fuck the dumb shit
'Cause Pops'll fuck me up quick
If things continue"
So I start rapping about shit I been through
And I got real good
Now I look at all the kids in the neighborhood
Tryna be baby macks
Doing shit that I did seven years back
Going through a stage
But before they can grow up they on the front page
And they moms is having a fit
'Cause they died young, doing dumb shit
{*car bounces on hydraulics for about 12 seconds*}
Ba-block, ba-block, deep in the slums
Here they come come with the new Chucks on
Click-click, ba-block, ba-block, green in my lungs
Straight from Killa Cali got the one one one
With a tall stack in all black
With that Louis trimmin on our golf cap
Known to make 'em all fall back
It's that - Mr. Fuck Everybody I Can't Stand
And bust random
C-Walkin on another anthem
Tryin to teach these new rappers some manners
Chasin niggas out of the mic booth with a camera
Back at it, loc, it's Da Lench Mob animal, deader than a cannibal
Than a can of blow, bust ya head open like cantaloupe
You niggas is pussy pretend to be, we run the vicinity
Walk in the +Circle+ and lose your virginity
Put these khakis on and get out them speedos
And bow down, cause without us, there wouldn't be no
We get that dough
Ohhhh... we gotta get mo'
Livin just another day, AK gunplay
L.A. to the Bay, Livin life in Killafornia
Yo, we get that dough
Ohhhh... we gotta get mo'
 2x
Young rappers lookin' for pocket change
With boo-boo lyrics
Go get your diaper changed
Smell like shit
Heyy baby change this motherfucker
You smell like shit
Join the party, I can provide the army
Join the party, I can provide the army!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!
Join the party, I can provide the army!!!
Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Fuck dying, I can provide the army
Join the party!
In the ghetto, in the ghetto
In the city, the suburbs.. penitentiary
Join the party
In the county
Fuck dying, fuck dying
Join the party, I can provide the army 
Join the party, I can provide the army 
Join the party, I can provide the army 
Join the party, I can provide the army 
I can provide the army
I can provide the army
I can provide the army
I can provide the army
Eternal life baby
Eternal life
Eternal life
Hear ye, hear ye!
All connect gang members and powers
Are to meet at the West Wing
To be led into battle by the one and only
Ice Cube the Great!
Uh, if they call you a nigga, ain't nuttin to it
Tell 'em Nas made you do it
Felonious, Thelonious Monk melodic
;
Monster Cody OG
Hard as Rampart's police
, warring like the ends was in Sunni
I never pull my pants up, sagging my Gucci's, and what?
I give a fuck who you bidded with, or where you cop coke
The bitch you with or the reason you're not broke
I don't count your money, don't want none of your smoke
I don't feel your pain, I ain't none of your folk
It's easy to put a gun in your throat
But I ain't on that, trying to sip Colada's where it's warm at
Cognac, crushed ice, y'all know how it is
Elijah said - A women half your age plus seven years
It's a plush way to live, this is for the blunted
For the niggas who keep it one hundred
Who're hunted by DA's and Judges
Oh yeah and another thing
For all ya niggas that don't do gangsta rap
Don't get on TV talking about gangsta rap
Cause nine times at a ten you don't know the fuck you're talk about
Talk about that bullshit rap you do
Stay the fuck out of mines
Enemies, enemy runnin from the G
Enemies, enemy, you're my enemy
Enemies, enemy, when will I see?
Enemies, enemy R.I.P
Now I change my style up, my style up,bodies pile up
Just to trouble you, throwin out the W
Sent me a subpoena
Cause I kill more crackas then
Bosnia, Herze - govina
Each and every day out a siz-tre Chevrolet
With the heavy A to the muthafuckin K
Now you treat me like a germ
Cause your scared of the
su - per sperm
Please don't bust til you see, the whites of his eyes
The whites of his skin, the whites of his lies
Nappy head nigga with the bone in his nose
Ya scared I'mma put this bone in your hoes
But I don't wanna, I've been to cona
From the cavebitch with the nasty persona
Hit me with the big black billy club
Cause you white and your ho than a silly nub
Three men in the tub, rub-a-dub-dub
And it's really scary, now they're in the military
Sodom and Gomorrah, devil read your Torah
Bible, Holy Qur'an
Once again it's on, got the hollow point teflon
And the brother Ron 2X, so who's next?
With Dub C, Brother G
Crazy Toons is a crazy coon ready for the enemy
High off the Hennesy
Hundred ten degree, no it's not Tennesee
West L.A., what the hell can I say?
Niggas wanna play, each and every day
Pass me the pill, a nigga shoot the J
Rougher than the roughest rough muthafucka, had enough muthafucka?
Handcuff this muthafucka with the duct tape, tie it to the bumper
Grab his bitch, dump her, cause nobody wanna hump her
They call me Thumper cause I thump til it hurt
Knock your dick in the dirt, puttin in work
Master Farad Muhammad comin like a comet
When they see em, they all start to vomit
1995, Elijah is alive
Louis Farrakhan, NOI
Bloods and Crips and little ol me
And we all gettin ready for the enemy
Uhh, who got my nine?
Who got my nine?
Y'all done did it this time, heh
Who the fuck got my nine?
Fucking around in a crap game
Niggas think I'm soft cause now I'm in the rap game
And I don't hang out as much, bang out dope cuts
Standing on stage and I'm grabbing my nuts
But when it comes to getting in a circle
I'm hitting sevens turning broke niggas purple
Looking for Little Joe and the dumb nigga scream and choke
When deuce-deuce hit the floor yo
Now which of ya wanna fade the twenty?
I'm turnin your fat pockets skinny
Ah yeah I'm shaking the ivory
And boom it's like they die for me
Fool you can get loud, get mad,
hit the joint
But don't forget my point
There it is yo
I put my Nike on the bet so it won't slide
Money gone cause I'm never hitting deuce-five
I'm never hitting four-trey no way
You wanna leave but come on ho stay
Nigga fever that’ll work
Poppa needs brand-new shoes and a sweatshirt
Fool you can't even fuck with that
And now that I'm winning I gots to get my gat
Cause I see your homies starting to look
And broke motherfuckers they make the best crooks
And I'm feeling like a baller
Bucking fools now the circles getting smaller
Now you wanna go and scheme
Punk niggas like you just love to triple-team
So I pick up my money and start walking
Cause now I let the gat start talking
Now since ya'll lost you wanna go out like a sucker
Take that motherfuckers
Before you shoot me man think about it
Let's go have a drink about it 
Before you make a stink about it
Man let's talk about it maybe we can walk up out it
But just don't be a coward
And take my life, cause you got the power
Of the white man's gunpowder
Cause you might face a gun tower
And time never run out
They take the fun out, 'til your life run out
So don't pull the gun out
If you ever want a house just like Run's house
It's better than the big house
Let's go find some women we can dig out
Find a place we can pig out
Party all night 'til the owner say get out
Why you wanna murder me? You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am, I could be part of your family tree
Now, sent by G-O-D, to save the world, you and me
You never know who you facin', who you chasin', the life you wastin'
Dedicated to all the niggas
That's dead and don't know why
Who wanna look at the nigga that shot 'em
And ask these questions
Why me homey, why me?
Ayo, fuck that man
I'm not going back to jail
Fuck that, Ice Cube
Man, I'm rollin' wit the Lench Mob
Niggas are in the state of emergency
The Death Side, a mirrored image of where we are today
The Life Side, a vision of where we need to go
So sign your death certificate
Fuck all y'all
Lisa got him
Alright, on three, one, two, three
Get all folks together, this way
Can't believe it, though
Tom, yo
Hey, open that door
Open that one first
Alright, alright
We've come together by God's demand
Whether it be for life or death
Well, this morning
It's over the mourning of one of our little brothers
This brother was a good brother
He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble
But it's one thing, it's one thing, it's one thing
He was the wrong nigga to fuck with
Don't trust no 
You can't trust no 
Don't trust no 
You can't trust no 
Don't—, don't—
Don't—, don't—, don't—
Don't—, don't—
Don't—, don't—
Don't—, don't— 
Don't—, don't—, don't— 
Don't—, don't— 
Don't—, don't— 
Who do I trust? Who do I trust?
Me! That's who!
Who do I trust? Who do I trust?
Me! That's who!
Stay off his dick
Some don't think I can flow
So here we go
To a new track
To show the wack
That I can throw styles that show up
I blow up and blast here
Niggas still tripping off the shit I said last year
About a bitch is bitch is a bitch is a bitch
Then I got rich but I'll never switch
So I dedicate this one to the groupie
And the Charlie all on my Snoopy
Brothers keep asking Ice Cube yo when will you bust
They surround me and make a big fuss
Now I was taught back on my block
That you don't ride on nobody's jock
For anything they do
Fuck him and his crew
Unless you were gettin paid too
I'm not saying this to dis each and every fan
Women you can ride but man be a man
Shake my hand and make it a firm shake
Say "What's up Ice Cube?" and then break
Cause if you're hangin there I'm a tell you loud and clear:
Get off my my dick nigga—and tell your bitch to come here
Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope, nigga! You all that and a bowl of grits, nigga, that shit was on props, nigga! Yeah, that's how you kick that shit for the ninety-deuce, nigga! What's happening, nigga?! Yeah, nigga, that's Gangsta Fairytale part 2 nigga! Y'all trick-ass niggas can't fuck with it!
You still alive, still that nigga
Nigga, you survived, you still gettin' bigger
Nigga, living the life, vanilla wafers in a villa
Illest nigga alive; Michael Jackson's Thriller
And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack your code 
One day, you're screamin' you love me loud 
The next day, you're so cold 
One day, you're here , one day, you're there
One day, you care ,
you're so unfair 
Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over
Holy Grail
You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it
And you take the blade right out my heart
Just so you can watch me bleed
And I still don't know why 
Why I love you so much 
Yeah 
And you play this game in spite to drive me insane
I got it tattooed on my sleeve
Forever in ink with guess whose name?
But I still don't know why
Why our love is so much 
Yeah 
And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you 
I just can't crack your code 
One day, you're screamin' you love me loud
The next day, you're so cold 
One day, you're here, one day, you're there 
One day, you care,
you're so unfair 
Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over
Holy Grail
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don't know why
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the- they want the-
Go
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
In New York  
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do 
Now you're in New York 
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you 
Let's hear it for New York 
New York , New York 
One hand in the air for the big city 
Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty 
No place in the world that could compare 
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" 
"Yeah, yeah" 
In New York 
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do 
Now you're in New York 
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you 
Let's hear it for New York 
New York , New York 
I don't care if they give me life
I get all of my life from you
And if loving you had a price
I would pay my life for you
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as hell, but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your gun
I don't care if they come, noooo
I know it's crazy but
I don't care I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
No I swear I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
I don't care I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
No I swear I'll never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit
You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it
Financial freedom my only hope
Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke
I bought some artwork for one million
Two years later, that shit worth two million
Few years later, that shit worth eight million
I can't wait to give this shit to my children
Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine
But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for $9.99
I turned that 2 to a 4, 4 to an 8
I turned my life into a nice first week release date
Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh?
Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh
Y'all on the 'Gram holdin' money to your ear
There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
And if my children knew
I don't even know what I would do
If they ain't look at me the same
I would prob'ly die with all the shame
"You did what with who?"
What good is a ménage à trois when you have a soulmate?
"You risked that for Blue?"
If I wasn't a superhero in your face
My heart breaks for the day I have to explain my mistakes
And the mask goes away
And Santa Claus is fake
And you go online and see
For Blue's tooth, the tooth fairy didn't pay
I'm never gonna treat you like I should
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie, check the scoreboard
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Oh, man,
homie, so throwed
Coming up, coming down
Riding clean fix your hair in my Crown
Bad bitch,
H town
Keep it trill,
y'all know y'all can't fuck around
Hold up
I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford
I'm ridin' big, comin' down that beach
Geechi niggas with satin sheets
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece
Got a bad bitch, she a master; peace
99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one – hit me!
You crazy for this one, Rick
It's your boy
Take 'em on home
I got what you need, what—what you need
Take 'em on home
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need, what—what you need
Take 'em on home
Tryna hurt my name, huh?
Scream it
Give it
Scream it
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
, anything 
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
, anything 
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to talk about anything
, anything 
Renegade, never been afraid to say
What's on my mind at any given time of day
'Cause I'm a renegade
Never been afraid to holler about anything
, anything 
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling Opus
Welcome to the magnum opus,
the Magna Carta
The best-selling author Decoded
On the holiday playin' "Strange Fruit"
If I'ma make it to a billi, I can't take the same route
Swoosh, that's the sound of the border
Swoosh, and that's the sound of a baller
Muhammad Hovi my back against the rope
The black Maybach,
I'm back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can't believe they got a nigga to vote
Democrat? Nope, I sold dope
In trouble waters I had to learn how to float
On the ocean, I'm in heaven
Yachting, Ocean 11
Elephant tusk on the bow of a sailing lady, docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo before the Basquiat show
And if so, well fuck it, fuck it
Because this water drown my family,
this water mixed my blood
This water tells my story,
this water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne in the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze on the waves of the ocean
Kill JAY-Z, they'll never love you
You'll never be enough, let's just keep it real, JAY-Z
Fuck JAY-Z, I mean, you shot your own brother
How can we know if we can trust JAY-Z?
And you know better, nigga, I know you do
But you gotta do better, boy, you owe it to Blue
You had no father, you had the armor
But you got a daughter, gotta get softer
Die JAY-Z,
this ain't back in the days
You don't need an alibi, JAY-Z
Cry JAY-Z, we know the pain is real
But you can't heal what you never reveal
What's up, JAY-Z? You know you owe the truth
To all the youth that fell in love with JAY-Z
You got people you love you sold drugs to
You got high on the life, that shit drugged you
You walkin' around like you invincible
You dropped outta school, you lost your principles
I know people backstab you, I felt bad too
But this 'fuck everybody' attitude ain't natural
But you ain't a saint, this ain't kumbaye
But you got hurt because you did cool by 'Ye
You gave him twenty million without blinkin'
He gave you twenty minutes on stage, fuck was he thinkin'?
"Fuck wrong with everybody?" is what you sayin'
But if everybody's crazy, you're the one that's insane
Crazy how life works
You got a knot in your chest, imagine how a knife hurts
You stabbed Un over some records
Your excuse was "He was talkin' too reckless!"
Let go your ego over your right shoulder
Your left is sayin', "Finish your breakfast!"
You egged Solange on
Knowin' all along, all you had to say you was wrong
You almost went Eric Benét
Let the baddest girl in the world get away
I don't even know what else to say
Nigga, never go Eric Benét!
I don't even know what you woulda done
In the future other niggas playin' football with your son
You woulda lost it
13 bottles of Ace of Spade, what it did to Boston
Nah, JAY-Z
Bye, JAY-Z
I know you miss it, Nas, the 
But along with celebrity comes 'bout seventy shots to your frame
Nigga, you a 
You's the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads
Went from Nasty Nas to Esco's trash
Had a spark when you started, but now, you're just garbage
Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all
To your bodyguard's "Oochie Wally" verse better than yours 
Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin' song
But I know, the sun don't shine if son don't shine
That's why your , career's come to an end
It's only so long fake thugs can pretend
Nigga, you ain't live it, you witnessed it from your folks' pad 
You scribbled it in your notepad and created your life
I showed you your first TEC on tour with Large Professor 
Then I heard your album 'bout your TEC on the dresser
So yeah, I sampled your voice, you was using it wrong 
You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song 
And you ain't get a coin, nigga, you was gettin' fucked then
I know who I paid, God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your 
You said you've been in this ten, I've been in it five, smarten up, Nas
Four albums in ten years, nigga? I could divide
That's one every, let's say two,
two of them shits was doo
One was nah, the other was Illmatic
That's a one hot album every ten year average
And that's so 
Nigga, switch up your flow, your shit is garbage
What, you tryna kick knowledge? 
Y'all niggas gon' learn to respect the king
Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen
Because you-know-who 
Did you-know-what , with you-know-who 
But just keep that between me and you for now
R-O-C, we runnin' this rap shit
M Easy, we runnin' this rap shit
The Broad Street Bully, we runnin' this rap shit
Get zipped up in plastic, when it happens, that's it
Freeway, we runnin' this rap shit
O and Sparks, we runnin' this rap shit
Chris and Neef, we runnin' this rap shit
A wise man told me don't argue with fools
‘Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who
So stop with that childish shit, nigga, I'm grown
Please leave it alone, don't throw rocks at the throne
Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you
I don't know why your advisers ain't forewarn you
Please, not Jay, he's not for play
I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin' and gimmicks
I will end it, all that yappin' be finished
You are not deep, you made your bed, now sleep
Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you
Nigga, I know you well, all the stolen jewels
Twinkletoes, you're breakin' my heart
Can't fuck with me, go play somewhere, I'm busy
And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga
You only get half a bar, fuck y'all niggas
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso, baby
Picasso
Picasso, baby
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso, baby
Picasso
Picasso, baby
Woman:
Et là je t'ai tout donné, montré, rien à cacher, tu es là Ivy, comme le nombre d'or
Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or?
Jay-Z:
The golden number
Woman:
Touché
Okay, I never stuck my cock in the fox's box, but
Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man on CNN and Fox
My Mirandas don't stand a chance with cops
Even my old fans like, "Old man, just stop"
I could if I would, but I can't, I'm hot
And you blow, I'm still the man to watch
Hublot on my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth,
the cameras pops
Niggas is cool with it 'til the canons pop
Now my hand on the Bible on the stand
Got your man in a jam again,
got my hands in cuff
I'm like goddamn, enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin pierce skin, ruptures spleens
Cracks ribs, go through cribs, and other things
No sympathy for the king, huh?
Niggas even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America, this how you made me
Come through with the 'Ye mask on
Spray everything like SAMO,
I won't scratch the Lambo
What's it gon' take for me to go, for you to see?
I'm the modern day Pablo Picasso, baby
Hahahah
I'll be damned if I drink some Belvedere while Puff got CÎROC
Y'all need to stop
 Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
 Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
 Ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
Ha-ya-ya-ya
Ha-ya, ha-ya
Love me like, love
Yeah yeah yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
Like.... yeah, yeah, yeah
It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick; no homo
I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos
Next time I’m in church: please, no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' Rav 4?
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gon' want one thing
I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting
Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming
She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string
And up top, ungh, two bee stings
And I'm beasting off the Riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
"What's that, Ye?" "Baby, these heels"
"Is that a May— what?!" "Baby, these wheels"
You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill
You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel
Whassup!
Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy
Yeah, yeah, whassup!
Heyyy, heyy, heyyy, heyy
We gon' run this town tonight
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, L'Album Noir: The Black Album
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
On the canopy, my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick, then back to the streets
But still sittin' on blades, sippin' that Ray
Standin' on the corner of my block, hustlin'
Still gettin' that 'caine
Half what I paid slippin' right through customs
It'll sell by night, its egg shell white
I got so many grams, if the man find out
It will land me in jail for life
But I'm still big pimpin', spendin' cheese
With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck
Laughin' it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up!
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s
We be big pimpin' in P.A.T
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B
Ladies and gentlemen
Goddammit
Let this shit knock
I done turned Havana to Atlanta
Guayabera shirts and bandanas
Every time you think they got me I switch the planner
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
Balling 'til they ban us
You getting too much bread, they try to jam you
Boy from the hood but got White House clearance
Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all parents
Politicians never did shit for me
Except lie to me, distort history
Wanna give me jail time and a fine
Fine, let me commit a real crime
I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef
Out of spite, I just might flood these streets
Hear the freedom in my speech
Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep
Would've brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free
Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb
I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat
Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep y'all receipt
Obama said "Chill, you gonna get me impeached"
But you don't need this shit anyway, chill with me on the beach
Y'all gon' learn today
Uh, y'all must want to start a revolution
You know whenever I'm threatened, I start shooting
Catch a body, head to Houston
I'm in Cuba, I love Cubans
This communist talk is so confusing
When it's from China, the very mic that I'm using
Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music
You're an idiot, baby, you should become a student
Oh, you gonna learn today
Where the fuck have you been
The world's under new management
The new role model, fuck this Zoolander shit
Y'all gon' learn today
Yeah, it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go
So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P
From parolees that hold G's, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG's
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What the last thing you expect to see? Black guys
What's the life expectancy for Black guys?
The system's working effectively, that's why
I'll be a real man, take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie
'Cause there ain't nothin' on the news but the blues
Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci
Now ain't nothing new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So let's savor this moment and take it to the floor
Black excellence, truly yours
A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone
Word back home is that you had a special friend
So what was oh so special then?
You have given away without gettin' at me
That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?
How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?
I know the way a nigga livin' was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that
You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that
You don't throw away what we had just like that
I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever
I'll mourn forever
Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta let the song cry
I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes
But I gotta make the song cry
I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes
So I gotta make the song cry
It's fucked up, girl
Living in the shadow
Can you imagine what kind of life it is to live?
In the shadows people see you as happy and free
Because that's what you want them to see
Living two lives, happy, but not free
You live in the shadows for fear of someone hurting your family or the person you love
The world is changing and they say it's time to be free
But you live with the fear of just being me
Living in the shadow feels like the safe place to be
No harm for them, no harm for me
But life is short, and it's time to be free
Love who you love, because life isn't guaranteed
Smile
Two seats in the 911, uh
No limit on the Black Card, uh
Told y'all I was gon' go H.A.M., uh
'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh
No lies in my verses, hey
Please pardon all the curses, hey
Shit gotta come in some way, fuck
When you growing up worthless, uh
Middle finger to my old life, uh
Special shoutout to my oldhead, uh
If it wasn't for your advice, uh
A nigga would have been so dead, uh
I'm living life 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up if you niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, tryna get filthy
Pablo Picasso,
Rothkos,
Rilkes
Graduated to the MoMA
And I did all of this without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
Y'all can play me for a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna
Street-smart and I'm book-smart
Could've been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing can stop me is me, hey
And I'ma stop when the hook start, hold up
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
Black cards, black cars, black on black, Black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend 
Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend 
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend 
Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend 
 If I was your girlfriend
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if that somebody was me 
Yeah-hee 
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend 
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
My love and my trust if you was my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend 
Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend 
All I need in this life of sin is me and my girlfriend 
Down to ride 'til the very end, is me and my boyfriend 
Have you ever been to heaven?
Have you ever seen the gates?
Have you bowed unto your highness?
And do you know how heaven taste? Knock me down
Heaven or Hell, the cards we been dealt
Are the cards that we play, play, play
Die for what you believe, only one god recedes
When the shots spray, spray, spray
Can't you see it's my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam 
Can't you see it's my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam, what a bam bam
I don't give a God damn, I don't give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season, mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season, yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season, spinners and dumpling season
Don't play by the king, love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh, hear me now
I need a slow motion video right now
'Cause I'm movin' in slow motion, slow motion
Feelin' like Hype Williams shootin' a nigga
Shootin' a nigga, hey, hey, hey
I need a slow motion video right now
Ayy, ayy
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, y'all got to feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Showed love to you niggas
You ripped out my heart and you stepped on it
I picked up the pieces 'fore you swept on it
Goddamn, this shit leaves a mess, don't it?
Shit feelin' like death, don't it?
Charge it to the game, whatever's left on it
I spent about a minute, maybe less on it
Fly, pelican, fly,
turn the jets on it
But first I shall digress on it
Wasn't I a good king?
Maybe too much of a good thing, huh?
Didn't I spoil you? Me or the money, what you loyal to?
Huh, I gave you my loyalty
Made you royalty and royalties
Took care of these niggas' lawyer fees
And this is how niggas rewarded me, damn
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Ooh, I love you so
But why I love you, I'll never know
Bussin' at me, b-b-b-bussin' at me
But I'm bulletproof, bitch, you can't get nothin' past me
Got body armor
A nigga gotta watch the throne
And I'm bussin' back
So niggas in a glass house should not throw stones
What do you do when the love turn to hate?
Gotta separate from these fuckin' fakes
Caesar didn't see it, so he ceased to exist
So the nigga that killed him had keys to his shit
Am I my brother's keeper?
Only if that nigga don't creep up
Got a pistol under my pillow
I've never been a deep sleeper
P-P-P-Paranoia, 'cause the nigga that said he'll
Blast for ya is now blastin' for ya
That's an assassin for ya
These niggas got a shot, they'll shoot
Please Lord, forgive him
For these niggas not know what they do, ooh
Let's work
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire nigga!
From the coca leafs to the farmers
To the polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D-boy drug dealer look
Billionaire
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Hit ya ass on the celly, 'cause I ain't got time
To be arguing with your ass, if you ain't really ready
Girl, why you never ready? For as long as you took
You better look like Halle Berry... Or Beyoncé
Shit, then we getting married
I brought sand to the beach 'cause my beach is better
You can keep ya beach 'cause that beach whatever
Started out at The Darby, ended up at 1 Oak
Left the house with 100 grand, ended up near broke
Don't get mad at me, I'm buying bucket after bucket
When it's gone I'm like "Fuck it"
I replace it with another one
Can't take this money with you
Burn this shit up like I'm Richard
Niggas asking "Is the oven on?"
HAM
Hard as a motherfucker, let these niggas know who I am
Yeah, I'm 'bout to go HAM
Hard as a motherfucker, let these niggas know who I am
Yeah, I'm 'bout to go HAM
Vivat rex in homine
Vivat rex in homine
Vivat rex in homine
Vivat rex in homine
The only thing I'm seein' I'd like to put an amend on, perhaps a little more room here for the fixins, you know what I'm talkin' about? Oh, we gon' have a lot of fixins? We gonna have so many fuckin' fixins up in this motherfucker, this shit gon' go through the roof. Oh God damn I'm shittin' gold these days
We made it
We made it
The devil, the haters, the bloggers
The papers, the labels, they labeled me
But they can't relate to our struggle, my nigga
We came up from slavery
Apologies go out to all of my fans cause they waited so patiently
This one is for all of the lost and forgotten black angels that prayed for me
A milli, a milli, niggas love me cause I'm ill
The greatest story ever told, niggas in the field
From Solomon to Sambo to Django, it's fact
I'm the Farrakhan of rap and I get it from the wheel
The son of WD, who hung around in the D
Who ran around in the three
The trap gods raised me
Face all on the Sphinx
Story all in the wall of the pyramids
Niggas know the Black God saved me
You can blow the nose off, that won't change it
Obamacare won't heal all that anguish
We came a long way from the bottom of the boat
All praise to the Mahdi, we found our language
Gold necklace, middle finger erected
God tribe of Shabazz stylin' on the record
Lost sons of Muhammad, we wildin' in the wreckage
Asha du illah illaha is the message
All these niggas, I got to fight one
All these devils, I got to strike some
All these rebels just waitin' on the war cry
Mama said: "son, you got to strike drum"
Roc Nation, celebration
Motivation, elevation
Nigga we made it from slaves on a slaveship
Live from the cotton fields, straight to the spaceship
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow down. Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the show
Hop off the slave ship
Popped off my chain and took it to Jacob, I got it gold plated
Walked in that bitch like "Nigga we made it!"
I own my own masters
You know I ain't missin' no royalty statements
I can't be rated , damn Hov stunt on them haters
Sorry Mrs. Drizzy for so much art talk
Silly me rappin' 'bout shit that I really bought
While these rappers rap about guns they ain't shot
And a bunch of other silly shit that they ain't got
I'm on my Lupita Nyong'o
Stuntin' on stage, after 12 Years A Slave
This Ace of Spades look like an Oscar
Black tux, look like a mobster
Don't make me RRRRAA yah, nigga watch your tone
I come to court with black boxers on
Y'all hella jealous of my melatonin
I could black out at any given moment
I'm God, G is the seventh letter made
So when my arms and feet shackled I still get paid
All praises due
I'm ready to chase the Yakub back into caves
These are the last days, but do I seem fazed?
Showed up to the last supper in some brand new J's
I'm the true and livin', book of Hov
New religion, 8th wonder of the world, alien, superstition
You're blind, baby
Blind to the fact of who you are maybe
My bloodline's crazy
Kings and queens and Michael Jordan rings
I go estúpido, sucio
The flow is filthy, y'all can't kill me
I've been inoculated from the snakes and the fakes
And your corny handshakes, cock sucker we made it!
Forever young, I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever, and ever?
Forever young, I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young
Just let it run..
Slamming Bentley doors, hopping outta Porsches
Popping up on Forbes' list, gorgeous 
Niggas thought I lost it, they be talking bullshit
I be talking more shit, they nauseous 
I'll be here forever, you know I'm on my fall shit
And I ain't with foreclosure, I will never forfeit
Less than four bars, Guru bring the chorus in
Did you get the picture yet?
I'm painting you a portrait of Young
Forever young, I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever? Forever young
See what you made me do?
Shout out to old Jews and old rules
New blacks with new stacks
I already been the king
Retro act, I'm just bringing it back like Jordan Packs
New money, they looking down on me
Blue bloods they trying to clown on me
You can turn up your nose high society
Never gone turn down the homie
Knock knock I'm at your neighbor house
Straight cash I bought ya neighbor out
You should come to the housewarming
Come and see what your new neighbor 'bout
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck thirty-five, I'm on the highway
Frank Sinatra on my Sonos
Loud as fuck, I did it my way
A million sold before the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your mag
You ain't gotta count it my nigga I can add
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 20 million
Oh, I'm so good at math
Might crash ya Internet
And I ain't even into that
When I was talking Instagram
Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped
Feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerkin'
Twerk, twerk 
Only in America
Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead, they tried to wipe me out of your history
Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead, they tried to wipe me out of they history
My brothers is my brother like my brother is
My niggas is my brother
like my mother kids
Not just in good times, that's that sucka shit
But in war times, it's just what it is
Head of the family, all my niggas bosses though
Y'all don't understand we? We talk that shit bosses know
Triple fuckin' OG, what's up to my nigga Juan
Tell these niggas pull their fuckin' skirt down, I could see their ovaries
Niggas snitching switching teams, out here telling bitches things
Industry talk behind your back,
ain't nobody got time for that
Facts only, everything real in my raps only
Every nigga real in my clique really
Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly
It's la familia
Head of the family
El Padrino
Welcome home to Emory
Let's get back to this dinero
Ready for that war
Ready for that war, ready
You ain't ready yo, you radio
You ain't really ready
Head of the Family
El Padrino
Sorry, junior, I already ruined ya
'Cause you ain't even alive, paparazzi pursuin' ya
Sins of a father make your life ten times harder
I just wanna take ya to a barber
Bondin' on charters, all the shit that I never did
Teach you good values so you cherish it
Took me twenty-six years to find my path
My only job is cut the time in half
So at thirteen, we'll have our first drink together
Black bar mitzvahs, mazel tov, mogul talk
Look a man dead in his eyes
So he know you talk truth when you speak it
Give your word, keep it
And if the day comes I only see him on the weekend
I just pray we was in love on the night that we conceived him
Promise to never leave him even if his mama tweakin'
'Cause my dad left me and I promise never repeat him
Never repeat him, never repeat him
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
Breeze driftin' on by
It's a new life for me, yeah
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, ooh
And I'm feeling good
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel
It's a new life for me, yeah
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, ooh
And I'm feeling
Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel
My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed
By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses
The Exorcist got me doin' sticks
Like, "Homie, you don't know me
But the whole world owe me, strip!"
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life
So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothin' nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquor's invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off – Momma, forgive me
I can't be held accountable, D'evils beatin' me down, boo
Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers
Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'evils
"Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?"
"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"
I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Got a lotta beef, so logically, I prey on my foes
Hustlin' is still inside of me, and as far as progress
You'd be hard-pressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint, and y'all lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it 'til the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, etched your name out
Put Jigga on top and dropped albums non-stop for ya, nigga!
It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
Instead of treated, we get tricked
Instead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life!
I fuck up this world
Just fuck up this world
Let's fuck up the world
Fuck up the, uhh
Sipping D'USSÉ boy this ain't your daddy yak
He in a Cadillac; me? I'm in the Maybach
This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks
This is black leather pants and a pair of Stance
Socks is my synopsis is clear
Got strip clubs feeling like Oxford, I swear
Teacher-teacher, I'm trying to unteach ya
All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the bleachers
When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees
You front row everywhere, you in the H.O.V.'s
Jordan 1's and dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Make a million another million let my niggas make a million
'til we all check a billion,
shit it's just the way I'm feeling
We have yet to see a ceiling,
we just top what we top
Cause the bars don't struggle when the struggle don't stop
Just fuck up this world
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb
Can I get a encore? Do you want more? 
I've become so numb
So for one last time I need y'all to roar
One last time I need y'all to roar
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one representin' BK to the fullest
Bastards duckin' when Hov be buckin'
Chicken-heads be cluckin'
Uhh, back when ratchet was a ratchet and a vixen was a vixen
And Jam Master Jay was alive I-I, I was mixin'
Cookin' coke in the kitchen
Back when Rodman was a Piston
Mike was losin' to Isiah, but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination
Assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet here's a verse from Hamlet
"Lord, we know who we are
Yet we know not what we may be"
So maybe I'm the one or maybe I'm crazy
I'm from Marcy Houses, where the boys die by the thousand
Back when Pam was on Martin
Yeah, that's where it all started
When Denzel was blottin' carpet, I'll pack a… nine millimeter
When Slick Rick made "Mona Lisa"
When Lisa Bonet was Beyoncé of her day, I had divas, y'all
Think I just popped up in this bitch like a fetus? Nah
Pregnant pause, give you some second thoughts
There's room on the bandwagon, don't abort
Marcy me
Marcy me
Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence
I'm the Gotham City heartbeat
I, started in lobbies, now parley with Saudis
I'ma, Sufi to goofies, I could prolly speak Farsi
That's poetry,
reek of coca leaf in my past
Came through the bushes smellin' like roses
I need a trophy just for that
Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shit feel like a spoof
Fat laces in your shoe,
I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof, uh
Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke
Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope
Shout out to all the murderers turned murals
Plural, fuck the Federal Bureau
Shout out to Nostrand Ave., Flushing Ave., Myrtle
All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile
Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes
Thus concludin' my concerto
Marcy me
Must be in the air
Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know
Just the way I'm raised
I know, I know, I know
Oh Marcy, Marcy me
Just the way I am always gonna be
I ain't gonna change, no
Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am
I ain't gonna change, no
I ain't gonna change, no
Couldn't change me if I wanted to
You couldn't change me if you wanted to
I'ma take this with me to the Moon
(Como hás nome, cavaleiro?
Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo
E meu tempo…)
Man, I gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won't be happy 'til somebody die
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it's alright
Somebody want they soul to rise
I chase you off of this Earth
I got dreams of holding a nine milla to Bob's killer
Asking him "why?" as my eyes fill up
These days I can't wake up with a dry pillow
Gone but not forgotten, homes I still feel ya
So, curse the day that birthed the bastard
Who caused your church mass, reverse the crash
Reverse the blast then reverse the car
Reverse the day and there you are, Bobalob
Lord forgive him, we all have sinned
But Bob's a good dude, please let him in
And if you feel in my heart that I long for revenge
Please blame it on the son of the morning, thanks again
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
Haha, yeah  yeah, so be it
The Soviet, the Unified steady flow
You already know: you light, I'm heavy, roll heavy dough
Mic-macheted your flow
Your paper falls slow like confetti, mine's a steady grow, perico
Pay 580 for blow, better believe I have 1160 to show
My dough flip like Tae-Kwon
Jay-Z the icon,
baby, you like Dom?
Maybe this Cristals'll change your life, huh?
Roll with the winners
Heavy spinners like hit records:
Roc-A-Fella
Don't get it corrected, this shit is perfected
From chips to chicks to strippin' a Lexus
Naked without your gun, we takin' everything you brung
We cakin', you niggas is fakin', we gettin' it done
Crime family, well-connected, Jay-Z
And you, fake thugs is unplugged like MTV
I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure
Dead presidentials, politics as usual—
BLAOW
!
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents to represent me 
I've been out of touch for a couple years
I've been ready for this for real
Hopin' I can touch what I see
'Cause I've been ready for you, for real
Look, you've done enough
Have you no sense of decency, sir?
At long last, have you left no sense of decency?
Eastside nigga with the feets high
Nigga with that Lisa, uh
Talkin' about that Lisa, nigga, with that Westside, nigga
With that Eastside, uh
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling, for real
Baby, I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
: Glory
*baby noises*
"No... wire... hangers... EVER!"
Father never taught me how to be a father, treat a mother
I don't wanna have to just repeat another leave another
Baby with no daddy want no momma drama
I just wanna take her back to a time when everything was calmer
Out in Paris on a terrace watching the Eiffel Tower
And a Ferris wheel yet and still, nothing could prepare us
For the beauty that you be Blue be
Looking in your eyes is like a mirror, have to face my fears
Cheer up, why can't you just be happy
Without these back and forth thoughts, you too much like your daddy
Badly I just wanna spent more time with him
Sadly life wouldn't let me get around with him
Now I got my own daughter, taught her how to take her first steps
Cut the cord watch her take her first breath
And I'm trying and I'm lying if I said I wasn't scared
But in life and death if I ain't here
High on life
I could die from the fall, imagine if I hit the floor
Apologies in order to Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me, you would be with me, sort of like daddy dearest
I will not lose 
Put somethin' on it
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell
I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face
Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay
I— hahahaha 
Will not lose, ever
Fucker
My homie Sig' was on a tier where no tears should fall
‘Cause he was on the block where no squares get off
See, in my inner circle, all we do is ball
'Til we all got triangles on our wall
Ain't just rapping for the platinum, y'all record
I recall, ‘cause I really been there before
Four scores and seven years ago, prepared the flow
Prepared for war, I should fear no man
You don't hear me though, these words ain't just 'pared to go
In one ear, out the other ear, no!
Yo, my balls and my word is alls I have
What you gonna do to me, nigga? Scars will scab
What, you gonna box me, homie? I can dodge a jab
Three shots couldn't touch me, thank God for that
I'm strong enough to carry Biggie Smalls on my back
And the whole BK, nigga, holla back!
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity
This moment of honesty
The world'll feel my truths
All through my Hard Knock Lifetime, A Gift and a Curse
I gave you Volume after Volume of my work
So you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by being one of the realest niggas out
Way beyond a Reasonable Doubt
Y'all can't fill my shoes
From my Blueprint beginning to that Black Album ending
Listen close, you'll hear what I'm about
Nigga, feel my truths
Y'all niggas still signin' deals? Still?
After all they done stole, for real?
After what they done to our Lauryn Hill?
And y'all niggas is 'posed to be trill?
That's real talk when you behind on your taxes
And you pawned all your chains
And they run off with your masters
And took it to Beverly Hills while we in Calabasas
And my head is scratchin' 'cause that shit is backwards
That shit ain't right,
Lucian is cool
But Lucian don't write
,
Doug ain't this tight
So fuck what we sellin', fuck is we makin'?
'Cause their grass is greener 'cause they always rakin' in mo'
Na-na-na-na
Nah, nah
My nephew died in the car I bought
So under the belief it's partly my fault
Close my eyes and squeeze, try to block that thought
Place any burden on me but please, not that, Lord
But time don't go back, it goes forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be explained, what caused it?
Such a beautiful soul, so pure, shit!
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'Til that time, little man, I'm nauseous
Your girlfriend's pregnant, the Lord's gift
Almost lost my faith, that restored it
It's like havin' your life restarted
Can't wait for your child's life to be a part of it
So now I'm child-like, waitin' for a gift
To return, when I lost you, I lost it
Lose, one, let go to get one 
Get, one, lose some to win some
One, one, one, Colleek, I lost one
Story of a champion 
Colleek, you're a champion, I lost one 
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me
Uhh
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh!
Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah
Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
UHH!
Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Uhh! Yeah
It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes
Like my puss wet and they don't dry like damp clothes
What y'all niggas don't know: it's e-asy to pimp a hoe
Bitches better have my money
fo' sho'
Before they go runnin' they mouth, promotin' how
I be dickin' they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I fucks with my Gat out, bounce and leave a hundred
Makin' 'em feel slutted even if they don't want it
It's been so long, since I met a chick ain't about chips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell 'em, "be gone"
So hold on to the feelin' of flossin' and plat-num
'Cause from now on, you can witness Ja the i-con
With hoodies and Timbs on, 'cause I thugs my bitches
VV studs my bitches
, then we rob bitch niggas
I'm talkin' 'bout straight figures, if you here, you with us
If not, Boo, you know what, I still fucked you
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Can I get a fuck you
To these bitches from all of my niggas
Who don't love hoes, they get no dough
Can I get a woop woop
To these niggas from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggas without dubs
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wit me
Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh
Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh
Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me
Geyeah
Then Richard Pryor go and burn up
And Ike and Tina Turner break up
Then I wake up to more bullshit
You knew me before records, you never disrespected me
Now that I'm successful, you'll pull this shit
Nigga, I'll step on your porch, step to your boss
Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin' to all of y'all
Males shouldn't be jealous, that's a female trait
What, you mad 'cause you push dimes and he sell weight?
Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy bigger plates
Haha, and more baggies, why you all aggy?
Nigga, respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don't make me shit
Where's the love?
Where's the love?
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
Ain't no love in the heart of town
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
Ain't no love in the heart of town
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
Ain't no love in the heart of town
Ain't no love
I've been waiting for a long, long time
Just to get off and throw my hands up high
And live my life, and live my life
Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high
[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams, Jay-Z, &
J. Cole
]
Every day, a star is born 
Yeah, hey, and clap for 'em!
Hey, hey, and clap for 'em!
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em!
I'm here now! Fayettenam
Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Ayy (
J. Cole!
)
Every day, a star is born
Uhh, Big Pimpin' in the house now
Bought the land, tore the muh'fuckin house down
Bought the car, tore the muh'fuckin roof off
Ride clean, I don't never take the shoes off
Bought the jeep, tore the muh'fuckin doors off
Foot out that bitch, ride the shit like a skateboard
Navigation on, tryin' to find my next thrill
Feelin' myself, I don't even need a X pill
Can't chill but my neck will
Haters really gon' be mad off my next deal
Uhh, I don't know why they worry 'bout my pockets
Meanwhile I had Oprah chillin' in the projects
Had her out in Bed-Stuy, chillin' on the steps
Drinkin' quarter waters
, I gotta be the best
M.J. at Summer Jam
,
Obama on the text
Y'all should be afraid of what I'm gon' do next
Hold up
Freeze, somebody bring me back some money please
I got a million ways to get it, choose one
Bring it back, now double your money and make it stack
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
I'm on to the next one, on to the next one
 Freeze! Ay!
Somebody bring me back some money please
Ge-ge-geyeahhh
Can I live?
Can I live?
My mind is infested with sick thoughts that circle
Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you
Dual level like duplexes, in unity
My crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity
You guessed it, manifest it
In tangible goods,
platinum Rolex'd it
We don't lease, we buy the whole car, as you should
My confederation, dead a nation
Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it boils to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends, gotta do it: even righteous minds go through this
True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewelers and watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin' cream
"Let's do this," it gets tedious
So I keep one eye open like CBS — you see me stressed, right?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit your drawers 
Brooklyn going out to all 
You don't stop 
You won't stop 
JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers  Brooklyn goin' out to all 
You don't stop 
You won't stop 
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 7: JAY-Z & The Notorious B.I.G &
Both
]
For nine-six, the only MC with a flu
Yeah, I rhyme sick, I be what you're trying to do
Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, China White, hair-on
Nigga please, like short sleeves, I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on  Gone 
Me and Gutta had two spots
The two-for-five dollar hits, the blue tops 
Got to go, Coolio mean it's getting
too hot
If Faith have twins, she'd probably have two Pacs 
Get it? two Pac's? 
[Verse 8: JAY-Z, The Notorious B.I.G. &
Both
]
Time to separate the pros from the cons 
The platinum from the bronze
That butter-soft shit from that
leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a
I class don
A Chandon sipper from a Rosé nigga,
Huh?
Brook-Nam
,
sipping on
Crystal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather 
The M.A.F.I.A. keep cannons in they Marc Buchanans 
Usually cuatro cinco
, the shell sink slow
Tossing you, mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warning you 
JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit your drawers 
Brooklyn going out to all 
You don't stop 
That's right, you won't stop , hahaha
JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers 
Brooklyn going out to all 
You don't stop
You won't stop 
Is Brooklyn in the house?
Uh, Roc-A-Fella y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A
Supermen clique
Brooklyn's Finest, you rewind this
Representing BK to the fullest
I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out 
Got a chick from Peru that sniff Peru
She got a cousin at customs that gets shit through
Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit
Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick
'Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half"
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov
Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I've got so many girls across the globe, I love
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya
Holla at you when I come off tour
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya
Holla at you when I come off tour
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls
I'm a hustler baby 
I just want you to know 
It ain't where I been 
But where I'm bout to go 
Now I just wanna love ya! 
But be who I am 
And with all this cash 
You'll forget your man
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancin' girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me
Why would you want to? You need me
Why don't you try me?
Baby you want to, believe me 
[Chorus: Pharrell Williams &
Omillio Sparks
]
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Give it to me
Uh, that that that tha uh huh, uhh
Dead fuckin presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin presidents to represent me 
Dead fuckin presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me 
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
My swag, my flow, I stole it back
They mad, too bad, my shows is packed
My town, my crown, I really rap
I'm home, my throne, I spoil you that
When the bitch was gone, they was really playin' with it
I was sittin' listenin', like, "They ain't even sayin' shit!"
Now the real is back, I see they all tryna change and shit
But it's really too late now, I'm goin' back 
One of these bitches, two of these bitches gotta die
Three of these bitches, four of these bitches gonna cry
Five of these bitches poppin' pills, they high
Six bird bitches, none of them get fly
See, I don't wanna hear about your records and big numbers
‘Cause I was up top seven winters and six summers
Cuffed, all in that bus, locked me all the way down
Now I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
Shorty, what you want? Shorty, what you need?
My niggas run the game, we ain't never leavin'
Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'
You got V12, I got 12 V's
Got bottles, got weed, got molly  
I'm all the way up
Shorty, what you want? I got what you need
Shorty, what you want? I got what you need
Shorty, what you want? I got what you need
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
I'm all the way up
All the way up
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
H-O-V-A
The Blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H-O-V-A
I got my mojo back, baby, "Oh, behave"
H-O-V-A
The Blueprint 2, baby, on the way
H-O-V-A
I got my mojo back, baby, "Oh, behave"
Yes, we did
Sweet baby Jesus 
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America
Sweet baby Jesus 
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, we made it in America
Yes, we did
Now you know your ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy
and your ass ain't lily-White
That mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly, it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn, if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin' it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQin' it
One-two and I won't stop abusin' it
To groupie girls: stop false accusin' it
Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem, Houston!
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me
Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss TT in the forehead
Tell her, "Please forgive me," then squeeze into your forehead
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock your points off
Young Hova the God, nigga, blast for me
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared,
I'm everywhere, you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin' nobody, look what I embody:
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me
And no, I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like, say, a Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this man
What more can I say?
If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on — brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps, too; go on — brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy, baby; don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get  that  dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get  that  dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get  that  dirt off your shoulder
You gotta get  that  dirt off your shoulder
You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest!
Best rapper alive
Best rapper alive
No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church, but I'm too clean for the choir
I require what I desire
I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream "¡Papí, no más!"
Run up in your shit, just me,
no más
Runnin' this shit like I got four thighs
No one has swagger like these four guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swag or dagger all metal
And my jewels blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows: stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet, make you feel special
Ha! What the fuck you boys talkin' 'bout?
I know it's us, 'cause we the only thing to talk about
[Chorus: M.I.A., Lil Wayne &
T.I.
]
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us 
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us 
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (
Yeah
)
No one on the corner has swagger like us (
Ha! Ya think
)
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us (
That's right!
)
Aye, you can go see Weezy for the wordplay,
Jeezy for the bird play
Kanyeezy for diversity,
and me for controversy
All my verses picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain't livin' what you kickin', then you worthless
Lookin' from the surface
It may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work to see that my adversity was worth it
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical
Last thing I'm worried about is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they ass off, blast off and have outstandin' quality
Sell a lot of records, I'll respect it and salute that
But spittin' real life on hot beats I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Livin' revolutionary, nothin' less than legendary
Gangsta shit, hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
No one on the corner has swagger like us 
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us 
No one on the corner has swagger like us 
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us 
No one on the corner has swagger like us 
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us 
No one on the corner has swagger like us 
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us 
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us
You run this hard just to stay in place
Keep up the pace, baby
Keep up the pace
You run this hard just to stay in place
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellence, you gon' let 'em see
Legacy, Legacy, Legacy, Legacy
Black excellency, baby, let 'em see
Day, someday, someday we'll all
Someday we'll all be free
Nickels and dimes
Sticks to my mind
I want more than
You have my friends
"It's called greed, old sport."
"That's right!"
"Who is he anyhow, an actor?"
“Meyer? No, he’s a gambler. He’s the man who fixed the 1919 World’s Series."
"Fixed it?"
"Fixed it."
"Well, how'd he manage that?"
"Oh... saw the opportunity, I suppose."
I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid drops, took a hunnid cops, uh
A hunnid blocks, I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks, uh
Decade of decadence,
ill reverence, irreverence
Decade of decadence, ill reverence, irreverence
Uh, young, uh
I need a hunnid bricks on them hunnid blocks
I got a hunnid, I got a hunnid drops
Need a hunnid, got a hunnid
Got a hunnid, hunnid, uh
Hunnid, dolla, bill, real
Love let's go half on a son, I know my past ain't one
You can easily get past, but that chapter is done
...but I'm done readin' for now
Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now
But ma you got a f'real f'serious role
I'm 'bout to give you all the keys and security codes
'Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain't playin'
But, before I jump out the window, what's your name?
Sex-cuse me, damn!
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Lady
You're so contagious, I can't take it
Have my baby, let's just make it
Excuse me; what's your name? Ooh, oh
So hot to trot, lady! What's your name? Ooh, oh
You're so foxy girl, you're so hot to trot
If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade...
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle, well
Goddammit
This is my mama's shit
I used to hear this through the walls in the hood when I was back on my pajama shit 
Afros and marijuana sticks 
Seeds in the ganja had it poppin' like the sample that I'm rhymin' with
Pete Rock , let the needle drop
I seen so much as a kid, they surprised I don't needle pop 
Takin' sips of Pop's six-pack of Miller nips
Pink Champale,
Ballantine Ale
Ballys on my feet help me balance out well 
That and the shit I used to balance on the scale
I got it honest from the parties from my mama's
Virgin Marys tried to judge her, I'm like, "Where are them Madonnas now?"
Give all glory to Gloria 
They said you raised that boy too fast
But you was raising a warrior
We victorious, they'll never take the joy from us, uh 
Keep your hands up, get 'em high now 
Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get 'em high now 
Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get 'em high now 
Don't let them take your fire
Keep your hands up, get 'em high now, yeah 
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One-two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One-two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One-two, okay
It's Pete Rock, Kanye
One-two, okay
Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... Ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it 
Get 3 Thou' to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this 
You niggas singin' too much
Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much 
I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here 
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin' 'bout how I be in the projects all day 
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me 
Nigga, just get violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence
La da da da...
Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...
Never, never, never, never change
I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (
I never change
, c'mon)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days 
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change
Who you know? (
Never, never, never, never change
)
I'm still fuckin' with crime, 'cause crime pays (
I never change
)
Out hustlin', same clothes for days (
I never change
, c'mon)
I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I'll never change
This is Jay every day
Who you know like Hov, nigga?
While I'm doin' my time due to circumstance
Cross that bridge, face the consequence
Once bid ten, now I paid my dues
Risk takers, we break the rules
Get so dark, but I see good
Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods
Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin'
 Let it be sworn in
Gotta make it stick workin' like we blue collar
Rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder
Right into the clip, bring it to the floor
One step, one step, give it up more
The road is rough and the street's a mess
Got big cash dreams and a sick death wish
Robbin' out the commercial stash
Kill the voice screamin' in my head
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
Yo, y'all niggas lunching, punching the clock
My function is to make much and lay back munching
Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew something to watch
Nothing to stop, un-stoppable
Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew
I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado
My motto, stack rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though:  me
Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z
My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me
Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what
Straight bananas; can a nigga see me
Got the US Open, advantage Jigga
Serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a campus
Le Tigre, son you're too eager
You ain't having it? Good, me either
Let's get together and make this whole world believe us, huh
At my arraignment screaming
All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even
Thieving, as long as I'm breathing
Can't knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even!
I'm taking out this time
To give you a piece of my mind
Who do you think you are?
Baby one day you'll be a star
But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy?
'Cause that's the way you're making me feel
I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time
To knock the hustle for real
I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët
Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set
I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye
Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky
I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët...
Cough up a lung,
where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Cough up a lung,
where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Cough up a lung,
where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Cough up a lung,
where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do, huh?
The night is young, what the fuck we gon' do, huh?
The night is young, what you really wanna do, huh?
Lift off
Rappers hear Watch the Throne, they gon' be pissed off
Earth is boring to 'em, shit is making my dick soft
When you earn hard as me, eventually, you hit a big wall
Five, four, three, two, we need fuel, lift off
Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
I'm supercharged
We 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars 
Now we gon' take it to the moon, take it to the stars
We don't know what we could do to make it this far
So many scars
We 'bout to take this whole thing to Mars 
Twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen seconds, guidance is internal
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, ignition sequence start
Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero, all engines running
Lift off, we have a lift off
Jump
Now we gon', now we gon', now we gon', now we gon' 
Now we gon' take it to the moon
Now we gon', now we gon' 
We gon' take it to the moon
Take it to the stars 
We gon' take it to the moon
Take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
Take it to the stars
How many people you know can take it this far?
Now we gon', now we gon', now we gon', now we gon', now
]
The Roc Boys in the building tonight 
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 
You don't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight 
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 
You don't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight 
Oh what a feeling, I'm feeling life 
You don't even gotta bring your paper out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
The Roc Boys in the building tonight
Look at how I'm chilling, I'm killing this ice
You don't even gotta bring ya purses out
We the dope boys of the year, drinks is on the house
Sweet!
Let that ride out!
Bring the horns back in, yeah
This is black superhero music right here, baby
American Gangster
Taking flight, coming to a town near you
Soon as I touch down, I just want y'all to start playing the horns like...
Hovi's home!
Lukey, baby!
Hahahahaha... oww!
It's my life—it's my pain and my struggle 
The songs that I sing to you is my everything
Treat my first like my last and my last like my first
And my thirst is the same as when I came 
It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me
It's my everything 
Treat my first like my last
And my last like my first 
And my thirst like the first song I sang
Woo, ugh
It's like the blues, nigga
We gon' ride out on this one
Ty-Ty,
B-High
Yo High, remember you was making them baskets for them niggas at radio and shit?
That was good looking-out, nigga
Who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie?
They can't stop us, know what I'm sayin'?
Dame, what up?
Niggas thought we was crazy, man 
Remember, wh—uh, you had that fucked-up-ass handwriting
You was writing all the numbers that we was spending down for the videos we was doing ourselves 
Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit, but we—we still put it together
Biggs, what's up?
'Member we went to St. Thomas, and, uh—
(
John Meneilly
)
—your dog peed on homie leg and shit at his crib
And they was having a lil' trouble with the pool
You and Ty-Ty was laughing
Emory was there—what up, Emory?
What up, Ty? 
Hip-Hop—what up, man?
Ayy, ayy, Hop—you ain't—you ain't have no, uh—
You ain't have no muh'fucking seat on your b—on your bicycle
Now, you, uh, the head of black music
That's what I'm talking 'bout right there, homie
Gee—what up, Gee?
E'erybody in the Roc
Hey, Guru, I know you spoiled, man
I be taking them shits in one take
You gonna have to punch niggas' shit
You gon' be tight?
OG Juan, what up? I'm a lil' upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process, but it's all good
What's up, Dez?
My whole family, my nephews, Ti-Ti
Cousin Angie, what's up?
Mom, you made the album—how crazy is that?
Bob-a-Lob, rest in peace
My pops, rest in peace 
Biggie Smalls, rest in peace
Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh
Nigga, I—I'm 'bout to go golfing, man
Ayy, I might even have me a cappuccino—fuck it!
I'm going somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at, nigga
Holler at me!
It's your boy! {*headphones fall*}
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice,
laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice,
laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Later on that day, my homie Dr. Dre
Came through with a gang of Tanqueray
And a fat ass J of some bubonic chronic
That made me choke;
shit, this ain't no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah, I'm fucked up now
But it ain't no stoppin', I'm still poppin'
Dre got some bitches from the city of Compton
To serve me; not with a cherry on top
‘Cause when I bust my nut I'm raising up off the cot
Don't get upset, girl, that's just how it goes
I don't love you, hoes, I'm out the door, and I'll be...
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice,
laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice,
laid back
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo
Sippin' on gin and juice, beyotch
With my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out?
That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
Yea, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this, you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just havin' fun
So we just roll one, smoke one
When you live like this, you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just havin' fun
So what we get drunk?
So what we smoke weed?
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out?
That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
I'm a bad boy, with a lot of hoes
Drive my own cars, and wear my own clothes
I hang out tough, I'm a real boss
Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp
On the TV screen, and in the magazines
If you play me close, you're on a red beam
Oh you got a gun, so you wanna pop back?
AK-47 now, nigga, stop that!
Cement shoes, now I'm on the move
Your family's cryin', now you on the news
They can't find you, and now they miss you
Must I remind you, I'm only here to twist you
Pistol-whip you, dip you, then flip you
Then dance to this mothafuckin' music we Crip to
Subscribe, nigga, get your issue
Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose!
When the pimp's in the crib, ma (Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot)
When the pigs try to get at ya (Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot)
And if a nigga get a attitude (Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot)
I got the Rolly on my arm, and I'm pourin' Chandon
And I roll the best weed 'cause I got it goin' on
Snooooooooooop
Snooooooooooop
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step  'cause Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit,
now I'm on parole, stroll
With the Dogg Pound right behind me
And up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him,
slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Snoop Doggy Dogg 
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Dogg 
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg
(Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo 
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay
Bow wow wow yippie yo )
What is, his name?  Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound  
Oh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg 
Yeah yeah  I know his name
C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy 
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg  Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg 
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with an izz-el, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them niggas from the other side recognize my face
'Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad dogging niggas cause I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
Niggas stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor
Niggas getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
'Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homie Baby Boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two
I put that on my Momma, I'ma ride for you Baby Boo
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder
Murder was the case that they gave me
And on and on and on she kept goin'
The bitch been around before my mother's born!
I said "Cheer up!" and I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"
She said, "No you're not!" then she starts cryin'
I says I'm 19, she says, "Stop lyin!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Yeah, uh,
tick-tock ya don’t stop
And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don’t quit
Yeah, n'ya tick-tock ya don’t stop
And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don’t quit
Biatch!
 Sick of this
Get those Just Eat foods online for me
 We gon' do this Doggy style
Did somebody say Just Eat?
Me, get delivery like a G
See hungry Dogg's gotta eat
I get mine every day, every week
Chicken wings to the crib I'm sittin' in
Burger in the low-low
Hope they kept the pickle in
Wonton on a catamaran
Oodles of noodles, thank you, my man
Tacos to the chateau, please
Did somebody say Just Eat?
Private jet in the night sky
My man hand glide by with my fried rice, right
What could you not love
'Bout a slice on the side of the hot tub? 
What you gonna do, boo?
Chocolate fondue right on cue
Even dipping in the sea
I see food, seafood sees me
J-U-S-T  E-A-T
Did somebody say Just Eat?
]
Vato
,
you won't believe what I saw
I saw this pack of guys and they act real hard 
They twist their fingers, say, "You know who we are"
He said, "I don't give a fuck, I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg" 
They keep talkin' and it went too far
So Snoopy, he went straight to the trunk of his car 
He got his gun and they start runnin' hard
He started firing and then he just charged
 Run nigga, run nigga
 Duck nigga, duck nigga
 Run, motherfucker, run
 Run, motherfucker, run
 Run nigga, run nigga
 Duck nigga, duck nigga
 Run, motherfucker, run
 Run, motherfucker, run
Snoop Dogg, him bust gunshots
Skateboard P
, they say him bust gunshots
DPG
, them bust gunshots
BBC, you know them bust gunshots, come again, now
Snoop Dogg, him bust gunshots
Skateboard P, you know him bust gunshots, come again, now
BBC, them bust gunshots
DPGC
, you know them bust gunshots, come again, now
I'm tired of hearin' all that bullshit
When you gon' play some of that good shit? Damn
I mean, give me some like a—
I'm on the East side rolling with my Westside niggas 
We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga
And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga 
Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga
And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga
That's my nigga, word up
Poppin', stoppin', hoppin' like a rabbit
When I take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
I lay back in the cut, retain myself
Think about the shit, and I'm thinkin' wealth
How can I makes my grip
And how should I make that nigga straight slip
Set trip, gotta get him for his grip
As I dip around the corner, now I'm on another
Mission, wishin', upon a star
Snoop Doggy Dogg with the caviar
In the back of the limo, no demo, this is the real
Breakin' niggas down like Evander Holyfield,
chill
'Til the next episode
I make money, and I really don't love hoes
Tell you the truth, I swoop in the Coupe
I used to sell loot, I used to shoot hoops
But now I make hits every single day
With that nigga, the diggy Dr. Dre
So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot
It's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin' cop
Boy it's gettin' hot, yes indeed it is
Snoop Dogg is on the mic, I'm 'bout as crazy as Biz
Markie, spark the chronic bud real quick
And let me get into some fly gangsta shit
Yeah, I lay back, stay back in the cut
Niggas try to play the D-O-G like a mutt
I got a little message, don't try to see Snoop
I'm finna fuck a bitch, what's her name? It's Luke
You tried to see me on the TV, you'se a B.G
D-O-double-G, yes I'm a O.G
You can't see my homie Dr. Dre
So what the fuck a nigga like you gotta say?
Gotta take a trip to the MIA
And serve your ass with a motherfuckin' AK
You can't see the D-O-double-G, 'cause that be me
I'm servin' 'em, swervin' in the Coupe
The Lexus flexes from Long Beach to Texas
Sexist hoes, they wanna get with this
'Cause Snoop Dogg is the shit, biatch!
Ahhhh, I'm somewhat brain boggled
So I look to the microphone and slowly start to wobble
Grab it, habit, stick it to the plug
It's Snoop Doggy, I got a got a fat dub
Sack of the chronic in my back pocket loc
Need myself a lighter so I can take a smoke
I toke everyday, I loc everyday
With the P-O-U-N-D and my nigga Dr. Dre
Lay back in the cut like I told your ass
Gimme the microphone and let me hit you with a blast
I got a little cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him gimme the ass
'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through
And they know about the shit that I be puttin' up
And they be knowin' bout the shit I do when I'm on the mic
'Cause Snoop Dogg is Trump tight like a virgin, the surgeon
Is Dr. Drizzay,
so lizzay, and plizzay
With D-O-double-Gizzay the fly human being seein'
No, I'm not European bein' all I can
When I put the motherfuckin' mic in my hand, and
You don't understand what I'm kickin'
'Cause Snoop is on the mic and I gets wicked, follow me
Listen to me, 'cause I do you like you wanna be done
Snoop Doggy Dogg on this three two one, umm
Dum, diddy-dum here I come
With the gat, and the guitar will strum,
I'm
Not that lunatic nigga who you thought I was
When I caught you slippin', I'ma catch you then I'll peel your cap
Snap back, relax
Ya bet' not be slippin' with them D's on that '83 Cadillac
So we gon' smoke an ounce to this
G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in
You got my pictures on the wall in your room, and
Girls be complaining you keep me boomin'
But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone
You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin'
Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you, and
You don't ask why I roll with a crew, and
Twist up my fingers, and wear dark blue, and
On the Eastside, that's the crew I choose
Nothing I do is new to you
I smack up the world if they rude to you
'Cause baby girl, you're so beautiful
Beautiful, I just want you to know
You're my favorite girl
Beautiful, I just want you to know
You're my favorite girl
See, I just want you
To know that you are really special
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
See, I just want you
To know that you are really special
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
See, I just want you
To know that you are really special
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
I just want you
To know that you are really special
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my
Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo!
Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo!
Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you... Oh-hooo!
It's a crazy, mixed-up world
It's a Doggy Dogg World
Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party 
Uh-huh, 'til when? 
It don't stop, and uh... it don't quit for the...
Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dope shit
Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo'
So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow
I flip-flop and serve hoes with the fat dick
'Til I die, I'm still screamin' out 
Now, I'm the mack daddy, had he
Not known about the city where I'm from
,
dum-diddy-dum
As you groove to the gangster shit
The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D, the gangster clique
Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangster funk
I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want
So I blaze up the chronic so I can get high
I promise I'll smoke chronic 'til the day that I die
It's a Doggy Dogg World
So if you think you got the
bomb shit
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
And if you lookin' for some good sex
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
Girl if you ever in the
3-1-2
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
And if you're ever in the
2-1-3
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
Holla at a playa
I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin'
Ladies like "That's that shit"
I'm in the back of the club, blowin' trees
Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that shit
In the spot where the girls go wild
Dancing titty bar style, I'm like "That's that shit"
Snoop Dizzle  your boy Kells 
Let me hear you say "That's that shit"
Let you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though
Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke
I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though, fa sho
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
Yea nigga, I'm rolling up that high-grade
Chilling on the porch, smoking like it's Friday
Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day
Niggas think I'm Chinese cause my eyes straight
I pour up a 6 into a 20 ounce
Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces
Fucked around and popped a molly now I'm high as fuck
Every chick I'm seeing Juicy screamin out: 'let's fuck!"
I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it
Where my mind? Somebody help me find it
Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitches
They keep my double cup full
,
OG in my Swisher
Let you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though
Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke
I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast
Watch how you hit it, just one hit will burn your chest, though, fa sho
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
And let's ride! 
Everytime I go out, I'm blowing that smoke out
I buy it, don't even know the price
I talk cause I live it, come pay me a visit
And I'll be somewhere up in the sky
My nigga it's about to go down
We fly, it's no lie, that we high, 'til we die
All we need up in heres hoes now
Roll one up, clean the ride, case them hoes wanna jump inside
Baby you could be a movie star, hey 
Get yourself a medical card, yeah 
Cause that's how California rolls
They do the fingers like Redd Foxx, hey 
You can make it on the light blue box, yeah 
Cause that's how California roll-olls, yeah
L.A., L.A.
Have a little party at my crib
And all the weed is rolled that's how it is
When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go
Have a little party at my crib
And all the weed is rolled that's how it is
When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go
Having money and blowing hella chronic
Smoke I'm stunting
Cutlass on them chrome spokes with the engine running
Sounding like a dinosaur empty stomach rumbling
Your bitch at the window cause she know I'm coming
She tell you that she 'bout to go jogging and on the corner
She jump in, take her to the honeycomb
Stuffing kush in Raw cones, playing Megaman 3
Your Wonderwoman giving dome out Miami
Said she never leave me 'lone, She wan' have a family
She just high, tomorrow night, she'll be titties out, dancing
Trying to leave with the next nigga in a Aston
So why get caught up
I'm too swift up on my toes to have my name brought up
In sewing circles with them hoes
I rather be a straight G rolling up a whole
O-Z of that OG have them KO'ed
Have a little party at my crib
And all the weed is rolled that's how it is
When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go
Have a little party at my crib
And all the weed is rolled that's how it is
When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke
Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go
Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is
Hem my coat, and roll me some dope 
Different strokes  for different folks
Oh, you like settin' niggas up and gettin' them locs?
A cute lil' bitch with a whole lotta heart
Shit gets thick when the light gets dark
She say she got a lick for me 
Worth about 200 G's and 30 ki's!
Now check this out, Dre: now, if I don't move
Then a nigga like me, shit, I don't lose
But you know me, Dogg, I'm movin'!
Ain't nothing to it but to get to groovin'
You've been waitin' on a nigga like me 
To take that chance and rob your man and beat up the pussy
A victim of the circumstance
That's the devil, they always wanna dance
See we go out with a bang 
I'm tryin' to work this cold thang
And take this whole thang
I get the money everywhere that I go 
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho 
I get the money everywhere that I go 
I bust a bitch and take her money fo' sho 
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claiming D.P.G. 'til the day I D-I-E
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claiming D.P.G. 'til the day I D-I-E
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claiming D.P.G. 'til the day I D-I-E
Ayo, ayo, ayo
You don't wanna step to me
Still claiming D.P.G. 'til the day I D-I-E
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
Uhh, you ain't gotta sell it, cause its already sold
And you ain't gotta roll one cause its already rolled
Check out my technique, jus weed, let it flow
Shit, I've been smokin since I was 14 years old
I had a dime that never smoked blunts, just bowls
Taught me how to blow O's, inhale through my nose
So if you see me smokin dont blow my high
Uhhh, so I roll one and we both gon' fly
You smell it all in my clothes
Im takin in all the smoke when I...
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
I take it to the face, inhale it through my nose
Blowin with the homies on the low
,
man fuck these hoes
And crack-a-lac, pin it back
What you call a mack who crack a mad bitch like that?
A cracker jack
Im like a florist,
tourin like a tourist
Godzilla flyin on a pegasorous
Niggas know about it, even fore I pull it out
I put some fire on it, n now they beggin me to put it out
Im in the hallway, rollin on the purple psyche
I know the in's and out's so I'mma do what the fuck I like
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
French inhale
I like the way you french inhale
Do it again
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta
Now picture this
Let's picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets!
And I got the machine to crack your fuckin chest plates
Open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally rough-neck!
Now everybody scream, 'nough respect to the X
'Nough respect given
Disrespect and you will not be living
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma
[Hook: The D.O.C., RBX, &
Snoop Dogg
]
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Now tell me, what's my motherfuckin name?
Serial killa! Serial killa! Serial killa!
What niggas? Them niggas? Yeah, dawg, you with it?
Fuck 'em, let's get 'em, do 'em, I did 'em
We getting nutty in this motherfucker
I got my buddy in this motherfucker
Leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker
We in the cutty motherfucker, you done done too much
You got it coming, motherfucker
Some of these niggas is bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
Well, where I'm from, we like to ride on foes
Do it from the shoulders or do it from the toes
I do my dirt all by my lonely
C-Murder and Magic, hell yeah, they my motherfucking homies
So when shit get thick and foggy
And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy
Lemme let you niggas know
Shit, fuck what you going through and fuck what you stand for
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas , fuck them other niggas, nigga
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I ride for my niggas
I die for my niggas , man, fuck them other niggas
Everybody in the world 
Fill your body with the smoke 
She 'bout to go in
She likes that low end
Damn her ass is so big
Just keep it bumpin'
Peaches N Cream
Uh oh there she go
That's that look all on her face
Shorty dancing like she knows
She's the baddest in the place 
I wanna get with you 
So what you wanna do?
Got her Freak-Um dress
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas, now back to the Gz
This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustlas
This is for the hustlas now back to the Gz--
They say that we mean 
They say that we rude 
They say we got problems 
But we say it's cool
Family, family 
I go to war with my family 
Ups and downs
Wrong or right, that's family 
[Chorus: Rock Mafia,
with Karol G
& Quavo]
Aye-aye-aye-aye
You might think that we are all loco
Don't mess with my family
Aye-aye-aye
But this family 'bout to go global
Mami, mamacita, have you ever flown on G5s
From London to Ibiza? You gotta have cake to
You'll have Sunday's with chiquitas
You'll see Venus and Serena, in the Wimbledon Arena
And I can take you
Nigga don't be young and foolish
You don't know what you're doing
You don't know what you've lost until she's gone 
She got a pretty face, drove you wild
But you ain't have that Snoop Doggy Dogg Style
[Chorus: Justin Timberlake, Charlie Wilson &
Snoop Dogg
]
I'm not sure what I see
Cupid don't fuck with me!
Are you telling me this is a sign?
She's looking in my eyes, and I don't see no other guys
Are you telling me this is a sign? 
Don't think about it, boy leave her alone
Nigga you ain't no G!
She likes my tone, my cologne and the way I roll, you ain't no G!
Ooh wee!! Heeeeeee, hey!
Ooh wee!! Heeeeeee, hey!
Whassup pimping, it's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nothing but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got
I keeps it realer, cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D-I-E
C-P-3, or Richmond, Cali's where I be
For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick, talking shit
He better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick, now she sick
She better lay low
For the niggas who be claiming my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinking I'm just talking
And I won't do a thing, really hope so
Yeah, this is another story about dogs
For the dog that don't pee on trees is a bitch
So says Snoop Dogg
So you better get your pooper scooper, 'cause the nigga's talkin shit
Roof! Roof! Roof! Roof! Roof!
, & Snoop Dogg]
I'm sippin' on Tanqueray
With my mind on my money and my mouth fulla
gan-jay
R-A-G to the motherfuckin' E
Back with my nigga, S-N-double-O-P
Rage in effect I just begun to rock
Hey yo Rage, would you please drop some gangsta shit?
I rock ruff and stuff with my Afro Puffs
Handcuffed as I bust, 'bout to tear shit up
Oh, what? Did ya think I, didn't ever think I
Would be the one to make you blink eye, I'm catchy like pink-eye
Never will there ever be another like me
Um, you can play the left, 'cause it ain't no right in me
Out the picture, out the frame, out the box I knock 'em all
Smack 'em out the park, like "A Friendly Game of Baseball"
Grand slam, yes, I am
Kickin' up dust and I don't give a goddamn
'Cause I'm that lyrical murderer, pleading guilty
You know from my skills I'm about to be
Filthy, large, Rage in charge
You know what's happenin', don't try to play Raj
This ain't no rerun, see hon', don't you wanna be one?
However, Rage'll wreck ya, 'cause I'm def
I kick my vocals, I loc yo, coast to coast or local, uh
I'll make 'em go coo-coo for my Cocoa
Puffin' stuff, ayo Snoop, you're up
Let these niggas know that niggas don't give a fuck
This is just a small introduction to the G-funk era
Everyday of my life I take a glimpse in the mirror
And I see motherfuckers tryin' to be like me
Ever since I put it down with the D-R-E
Foamin' at the mouth and waggin' his tail
Searchin through the yard with a keen sense of smell
Lookin' for the business in heat
And when he find it he'll be sniffin her seat
We travel in packs and we do it from the back
How else can you get to the booty?
We do it doggystyle, all the while we do it doggystyle
Yo motherfuckin' hoe!
He fucked the fleas off the bitch, he shaked the ticks off his dick
And in the booty, he buries his motherfuckin' bone
And if there's any left over, he'll roll over and take a doggy bag home
Damn, that Tanqueray is talkin' to a nigga
I ain't bullshittin', one of y'all niggas gotta get it
Man, I got to piss
Breath test?
]
Gone away is the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song
While we stroll along
Walking in a winter wonderland
A beautiful sight, what we have tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
Ho, ho, ho
Before we go, can you imagine?
With your ears, clear your mind, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine? 
Lord have mercy, I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life
Before we go, can you imagine?
With your ears, clear your mind, can you imagine?
Paint a picture in the sky, can you imagine? 
Lord have mercy, I've been dreamin' all my life, all my life
Imagine, imagine
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, ow
Can you imagine? Uh
Can you imagine? Hm, ah
Can you imagine?
Imagine, imagine, yeah, ooh
"In the name of Allah, in the name of God
The beneficent, the merciful
The one God to whom all praise is due
Regardless of land, labor, or title
No matter what name you call God by
Whenever life seems hard
Everybody know that you must talk to God"
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press,
get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did
P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the flesh, ah
Lookin' for a nigga that will suck me like a blow pop
Run that dick to the door, do me baby don't stop
Same nigga talkin' all that shit
Just a little bitch, little balls, little dick
Let me show you how to work your tongue like a hurricane
We ain't here to play no games, baby give me everything
I know you like me when I drop it down low
Show it from the back, look back, let it roll
Drop it to the floor like a G bitch supposed to
Shake it shake it shake it make a nigga go postal
But that's for fucking with a Miami girl
Get your man, take his money, and then buy the world
So nigga don't front, cuz fat wallets and big dicks is all I want
]
What you lookin' at? 
What you waitin' for? 
Go on, come on in the door 
Drop it to the floor and just 
You a kid 
You drink gin 
Is that your friend? 
Tell a nigga you with you better 
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
Chuuuch, Preach, Tabernacle
]
What you lookin' at? 
What you waitin' for? 
Go on, come on in the door 
Drop it to the floor and just 
You a kid 
You drink gin 
Is that your friend? 
Tell a nigga you with you better 
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg 
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg 
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg 
Blam blam, blam to dem all
Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg 
Di da, di di di da di da, di-di di da, di di di da di da da
Da di di da, da da da di di da da
Da di di da, da da da di di da-
Da di di da, da da da di di da da
Da di di da, da da da di di da da
Ba-da-bam! Calm down, the shows over...
See me man, I'm nothin like you
I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to
I'm leanin' in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin'
Me, I'm ridin' by ya on the corner, block slangin'
I'm livin' that boss' life
The hoes come runnin' when they see me comin'
I'm livin' that boss' life
You can have anything just don't fuck with my money
I’m smoking everywhere I go
No stick, no seeds, just Al Green
I always gotta keep one rolled
I keep that, need that, got that
I’m rolling every gram I own
That purp, that bomb, that kush
Don’t gotta understand, they know
I smoke that, fire that, good that good that
We welcome you to
High School
We do just like we like to
We cordially invite you
Now roll up get high to it
We welcome you to highschool
We do just like we like to
We cordially invite you
Now roll up get high to it
Get high to it
Come here baby, lemme holla at you real quick
I've been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes
Checking out your hips, lips, tips and your thighs
I've been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time
You make a pimp wanna sing "I-I-I"
We'll head to the hills, your dreams I'll fulfill
We could do it how you want cause I'm oh so real
Tell me you, naw I won't squeal
You wit Da Big Boss Dogg so seal the deal
Pharrell got the Babyface
And Dogg got the Whip Appeal, so name the place
This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl
Won't you do me a favor and sing for Snoop?
Can I get more thrills?
You know you want some more girl, so come on, yeah
Can I get more thrills?
You know you want some more girl, so come on
Let's get blooooooown!
Let's get blooooooown!
Damn, you know you want it 
So come and get it 
If I got it 
Then you can get it 
Hey! Ohh
Can I get more thrills? Can I get more thrills
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Heaters, I keep em, bitches I got em
Money, I get it, paper I got it
Jealous ass nigga
Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby
It's the smooth gangsta shit that be driving ya crazy
Now as ya groove to the beat and ya move to the sound
I'mma hit ya up with the Pound, G's up, hoes down
Will all the real G's, please stand up
And let all be accounted for
And if you don't give a fuck about a bitch
Then you're rolling with the Row
Hell yeah, you know what I'm saying?
This is stricly for the G's, you know I'm saying? Fuck that, bitch
Niggas always handcuffing that ho
When a nigga like me steps in the place
I don't want that ho, I don't love that ho
I'm caught up with my greens
Collard greens, Indo and the cash flow
You know what I'm saying? Peace, G's up, hoes down
To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don't give a shit like we don't give a shit
Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air
To all my niggas and my bitches and my bitches and my niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don’t give a fuck like we don’t give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air
Check it out,
it's Rage, ready for the breakdown
Take down, when it comes to the mic I'm puttin my weight down
And that's 175 pounds of beef
Beatin' yo' ass down to the concrete
Fool, act like ya know
I'm stranded on Death Row with no where to go
, so
What's a girl to do?
Take out a crew, or two, a few, what you wanna do?
, and Daz]
Throw your guns in the motherfuckin air, we don't care
About nuthin at all, just my Doggs and clockin the grip bitch
That's why I can kick it so tuff, cuz when times get ruff, my
The clique I'm with, don't give a sheeit, ya know why?
Now all the bitches, and the niggas
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
To all my niggas, and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
To all my niggas, and my bitches
Wave your motherfuckin hands in the air
And if you don’t give a fuck like we don’t give a fuck
Keep your motherfuckin fingers in the air
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop, su-whoop
Sexual eruption
All the time, anytime
Sexual eruption
That was the Dogg Pound here right on W Balls
187.4
on your FM dial
You're tuned in to the biggest balls of them all:
DJ Saul T. Nuts
Aye, don't forget about my homeboy EZ Dicc and the Jackoff Hour
That's happening at twelve o'clock tonight
Right now we got some new Snoop Doggy Dogg for that ass
This one is called "Tha Shiznit"
You're about to go downtown bitch
Right here on the station that plays only platinum hits
That's 187.4 on your FM dial
If you're licking, that's W Balls
Everybody's got to hear the shit, on W Balls, W Balls, W Balls
I got... Rottweiler in tube sock
Pitbull... lock on your neck, kiss it and you'll die
Boxer... you take mine's off then hallelujah
Shando, count my blessings
, spin around two times
Freaky... freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we
Should tone it... down with the clean version
Dirty... but in public you're like teen virgin
I like it... make me realize my vices
Enticin', flower bombin' all on your privates
Private... meetin' inside your bedroom
Head in that Maybach boomin', thank God for leg room
It's a trophy in that pussy, I'mma cum in first place
I'mma cum in first place, cum in, cum in first place
I'm your D-O-double-G and I need more Pedigree
What it D-O? Puppy chow, I've been grown and so off the leash, ho
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Baby, I come running
Baby, I come running
Just keep me coming
And I come running
Cause I'm your dog
Baby I'm your dog
So whenever you call
I come running
Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence
For this small chronic break?
A-hah, yeah, niggas be brown-nosing these hoes and shit
Takin' bitches out to eat, and spendin' money on these hoes, YouknowhatI'msayin?
I treat a bitch like 7-Up, I never have, I never will
I tell a bitch like this
"Bitch, you without me is like
Harold Melvin without the Bluenotes;
You'll never go platinum"
Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga
I see myself changing the world
Because my thought patterns are so opposite of the norm
So I will have to change the world
Or I will have to be changed by the world
Niggas ain't hard like us
Niggas soft as doctors cotton swabs
You bitchin'?
Smoke somethin'
Don't even trip
Ain't really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip
So much weight you thinkin', “Why this ain't for sale?”
Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails
She coning joints, I'm rolling weed up myself
Don't ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes
I heard Polillo 'bout to drop some shit, order those
Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low
Not too many when I roll, more arms than
though
Boys hating, I'm just counting up the money I just made
And what I'm making make a nigga make a million dollars later
Smoking getting high pays
I like my eyes glazed
Ain't empty out my ashtray in days
At my house playing pool in some
HUF socks and Joyrich sweats
I roll a joint, you roll another one next
Can't even name a nigga colder than
Ain't pay for game that mean you stole it then
Know it's the bomb when you hold it in
My weed man got the hook up
Rolling up another pound every time you look up
Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up
So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing
Don't stop!
Ven aquí, ay, mami
Holla at me
Ven aquí, ay, mami
Miss me? I miss you
Yo, let the horns play
Oye, MS
Rah
¡Snoop Dogg! 
Yeah, adiós 
Amigo 
Bye, see you
Sexual eruption 
Sexual eruption, whoa
Sexu...
Where your roots run?
Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? 
We can do somethin'
Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin'
Apply that pressure , pressure, pressure, pressure
Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure
Yeah, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
So what?
Weed, fun, we don't care who sees
That's how it's supposed to be
Living young and wild...
Everything I'm havin', no there ain't necessity
Though I'm shining, keep on grindin'
What you see ain't all of me
Though I keep them ho's, don't love them ho's
The code in which y'all roll
It's so simple what I need
You know I keep my fam and I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I can't forget that tree
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah, nah nah nah
Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blowing that Laker purp that I know you like, right?
Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now would you, would you, right?
Snoop Dogg in the house tonight blazing that Laker purp that I know you like, right?
Kid Cudi, my nephew, blaze that shit right now my nigga, right?
It's time to get busy in this motherfucker
Like we always do about this time
...This the life that you show
The loop, the Coupe, the grove
...An'thing goes!
It's so good, got her wigglin her toes 
...
The Boss, The-Dream
...The floss, the cream
...The trips overseas
All these things really don't mean a thing
When I'm tearin that ass up, workin you like a shift
I give it to you like a gift
You hear what that boy say?
You gettin jacked, give it up fast
Then I hit it from the back
"Snoopy, you so good," she screamin and I like that girl
She go off in another world, I won't stop
'til you're finished, she love this gangsta
Especially when I'm in it
...Dream
Everytime I come around, shawty love me down
Run up on me like click-clack, the gun out like take-that
She make it do what it do
When we doing what we doin in the back of the 'Llaaaaaaac
I'm like come up off of that
And every night her body get stacked
That-that-that gang-sta, gang gang-sta
That gang-sta, gang gang-sta
Gang-sta, gang gang-sta
That gang-sta luuuuuuv
Gang-sta, gang gang-sta
That gang-sta luuuuuuv
They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more fun
I can't walk down the street without my gun, gun
When good music come on
It can get inside your head like porn
By yourself like what you grabbin’ on?
Then look down, it was so much fun
Now let me talk to ya, girl
For your own, for your information, baby
I’m that winner, you need to go and ask  somebody
For your own, for your information, baby
I’m that winner, you need to go and ask somebody
Meet me out, can you make it?
Please don’t make me lie to you, lady
I’m in it, I’m not in it
But poochie say there's women
At the club we finna go
Sip some drink and hit some dro
It’s okay if you don’t go
I’ll make sure to tell you 'bout these pros
It’s like somebody’s growin’ them on trees
So many pros
It’s like somebody’s growin’ them on trees
So many pros
It's like somebody’s growin’ them on trees
So many pros
It’s like somebody’s growin’ them on trees
So many—
Haha, hey
I can tell you right there
Yeah
A friend indeed
Feeling like Cee Lo Green
Middle finger in the sky
Meditate and let it ride
Rock-a-bye beddy-bye
A friend indeed
More than jimming to
More than giving you
No prohibits to
You can have a listen too
I couldn't find no one else that I could give it to
And now that we on
I could put my family in a brand new home
My kids is grown
And I'm still rocking on the microphone
People love me everywhere
And I know why
It's not that I'm dope and my style is so fly
James Brown sat me down in a chair
And said, "Snoopy, don't you ever cut your hair"
I was dazed and amazed
That's why I keep my shit in ponytails or either braids
When I was in school, I used to get cool grades
When I graduated, used to smoke two jays
With a fifth of Seagrams
Mixed with some sacco
Then I got a Caddy sack, just like them vatos
Posted up six-one, yeah, that's the block though
Ride by slow and get your ass popped, though
Me and Geeda, Faith and Terry, that's when rump was enough
Can't forget Tim, Baby Dog and
Half-Dead
Dre-Loc was a 20 Crip that showed me a lot of shit
But moving along, I went from a Camaro to a Fleetwood Brougham
My sack in the back
My strap in my lap
Room to the back
Rolling through the neighborhood, checking my traps
As you get old, life like just might unfold
Can't settle, this might be untold
Twilight Zone, live life long
Smoke you a bone, and hit you a blunt
Buy you a zo'
,
and roll you a jay
And put it in the E-I
And let's stay way fucked up til we D-I
All in together now if you agree
And lighters in the air, repeat after me
I’m too blowed, forever in a day
I love for oh's so
Cause everybody green ain't dro
Everybody can't smoke like we smoke
Give a dog a bone
I like trees that cypress hills grow
Roll up this shit, pimpin', it's on
Stoners worldwide singing this song
Good Morning boys and girls, I'm your substitute teacher
My name is Mr. Buckwort
The topic fo' today is, what you would like to be when you grow up
You, over there in the jean shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
"I wanna be a police officer"
Alright, that's a pretty good profession
You over there in that black shirt
What you wanna be when you grow up?
"I would like to be a fire man"
Alright, that's a pretty good profession too
Hey, you in the back with those French braids, what's yo name?
"My name is Snoop"
Hi, Snoop, what you wanna be when you grow up?
"I wanna be a motherfuckin hustla,
ya betta ask somebody"
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, countdown, 1
Snoop Dogg
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
"It's like candy, candy!"
Get it how you want it
Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner
Voila, taadow, check out this bizarre
The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z
Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for sheez
God damn! You already know who I am
Chrome on chrome, blue on blue,
frost colors switches
Hit the gas, hit the brake, yea I really burn rubber
Dip, drop, drop, dip
Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip!
Yeah, nigga, shot caller
It's America's number one baller
Man I don't give a fuck, like, "Fuck it"
Hi, bye, slide in the bucket
Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat
I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat 
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water
Bustin' and bailin', thugs addicted to drug sellin ki's
Got me riskin', the street living, catching felonies
How many niggas wanna see me gone?
You playa haters is bitches who hate to see a nigga hold his own
Forever ballin', no never fallin'
Live my life as a thug nigga, now can you hear the liquor callin'
When we blaze niggas is blinded
My competition, minimal so I live so, criminal minded
Nigga can you hear me wave yo' pistols in the sky
And roll a fat-ass blunt, I buck that shit, I bet it'll get you high
They wonder why I'm hard to kill, hard to let it go
How can I have fear, all my peers live on Death Row
Don Makaveli, 45, tucked next to my belly
Conversating with my nigga Dogg, lyrics so deadly
When ya come to get me bring an army
An Outlaw thug motherfucker, who can harm me
Bomb these bitches, see the track smokin'
Cause real Bad Boy killers be them, gat smoking
Ha ha, open ya eyes and understand this
World ain't fair these motherfuckers doin' scandalous
Niggas don't wanna see me hot
with my Glock cocked
Drinkin on Henn', screamin fuck the world this is the end
In the street life!
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Since I was young I grew up in the street life
Times get hard for a gangsta in the street life
Ain't no tellin' what my life might be like
Growin' up in the street life
Santa Claus 
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Christmas Eve, I believe '76 was the year
Girls and boys full off joy with the season cheer
Smell the sky, hella pies and cakes gettin' baked
To be ate after everything gone off your plate
But wait, not tonight it's straight beans and rice
On the table, are we able to proceed tonight?
I wonder what the morn bringin' so it's hard to doze off
Three 'o clock in my socks I crack the door soft
Hopin' when I open the door I'll see Santa
Now who the hell is this in this blue bandana?
Messin' with the boxes that's up under the tree
Look like Santa Claus done crossed into a woman to me
Now I'm comin' to see the whole picture gettin' clearer
How we have less as X-Mas get nearer
Mirror, mirror, please, it's seemed I've been deceived
And thank you, Saint Trick, for the gifts I received
So I creep back, and act like I ain't even peeped it
This'll be me and mom's private secret
Santa Claus 
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Santa Claus 
Is coming straight to the ghetto
We wish you a happy new year
We wish you a happy new year
We wish you a happy new year
We wish you a happy new year
Santa Claus 
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Santa Claus 
Is coming straight to the ghetto
Ayo what's up with them niggas that was on the TV dissin' you?
Man fuck them niggas, man I ain't thinkin' about that old shit, man
Busta ass, HIV pussy-ass motherfuckers
Yo yo yo Daz, easy come, easy-
Gunshot
Sexy girl, you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3's company 
Girl, I don't mind, fun times, oh, baby
Let me see you walk, step to me 
This way when you shake that booty 
Hit your walk, hop to it 
I'ma show you how a real player do it
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player 
Play on player, girls on top of girls, when we walk in 
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
Yeah, 3's company, baby
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
You know how we do it, we the west, y'all
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
C.B., uh, O.T., yeah, S.D
Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T., O.T., O.T
Ooh wee, ooh wee
Say, nephew
There's nothing worse than an unhealthy relationship
No, for real for real
Let me holla at you for a minute
She had me locked in 
I was in the zone 
I thought I'd never say this
She was the shadiest, am I wrong? 
Had me strung along, so I sung along 
Had too much baggage, you did damage, now I'm on my own
So please, don't come along 
You should run alone 
I do better by myself and I get these bags by myself
So nick nack, paddy wack
In a black lack, the mack is back
With no heartbreaks and no heartaches
Just turning up and no turning back, back
Los sentimiento' los maté 
Cambié el amor por un Patek 
Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé
Porque nadie como yo va a nacer, woh, oh 
Mis sentimiento' los maté 
Cambié el amor por un Patek 
Tú me extrañas, yo lo sé 
Y que nadie como yo va a nacer 
"Whatchu gone next, how you gone say it
When yo album come out dawg, I can't wait to play it
Tell the truth, my nigga, I love all ya work"
Well, from me to you low, welcome to the Church
Mi casa, su casa
So, get ya drank on and smoke on nigga, go on an' boss up
You can holla at baby, it's ok to me
Damn, I love it when them motherfuckers say to me
 
Yeah! Sha Money, representin' G-Unit, good lookin' my nigga
As usual, it's a DPG-Unit connection
You know how we do it
A lil' something for the non-believers
For the underachievers
*echoes*
Snoop D.O. Double G
Now, as I think back to the words my granddaddy used to say
I never seen him in church, but he always had the word
He always would tell me, "Sometimes you gotta take the good with the bad
You got to do bad in order to do good"
Gangsta, gangsta
Futuristic
Snoop Dogg
48 hunnid
C's up, yeah
Shoot or shout out to my home boys
Harlem 30
Yeah, real shit
All my niggas on the East coast
6-0's, Eight Tray,
Hoovers
Main Street, all my niggas in Compton
And the South side, ya dig?
Nutty Blocc
Santana
Oh, can't forget them Long Beach niggas
East side
the same
Rollin 20 Crips
19th Street
West side, you know what's hatnin'
Saten Day, West Coast
North side on the block
All hood, yeah
Crip shit
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high 
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
We high, we high, we high, we high 
Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs
I leave that hammer of side of me
Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs
Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs
Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs
I leave that hammer of side of me
Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs...
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin, it's gettin kind of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin, it's gettin kind of heavy
Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chevy
It's gettin, it's gettin kind of heavy
{*fades out*}
You in the presence of a motherfucking millionaire
Stop, look, listen, feel, yeah I ain't tripping on shit
I worked hard as a motherfucker
Fuck Cuzz, and him too cause all y'all suckas
Now with the savvy of a business man
I gave, new niggas a chance, to see what they was saying
And kept a spot on hot, West Coast on lock
Big Dizzel knocking down your block
Never looking back uh uh, a steady process
And leaving that way, cause see I'm blessed
It's like I'm happy now, cause I'm a family man
I fell in love with my kids and my wife again
And these here are the files of a classic
It's my throne till I choose to pass it
Worldwide and the sun shine so bright
That's why I wear my L-O-C's at night nigga
 Cash be
And I'ma be right there, right where my cash be
Yeah, yeah
Ah-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-uh-uh-oh
That's where the cash be
All right now, I need Passion to the stage
I need Destiny, Maliah, Passion
And I'ma be right there, right where my cash be
I need y'all to the stage, let's go
Yeah, yeah
I need y'all on the stage, let's go
Work 
In a white Ghost sipping holy water
Always been the type to get it close to border
After play, Barry Bonds, out the park
I got hits, what you mean?
I throw the dart
At the wall, off the wall, I feel like Mike
I don't miss, niggas talkin' shit
,
say I
Took his bitch, hit that pussy, it took one night
Hit that hoe quit, it was just aight
Uhh, not at all
I ain't get to see the wall, I copped 'em all
Fucked it all, fuck the law, fuck you thought?
I ain't change, seen my chain look like the car
Flash man, flashy dancing, dancing on me
Dirty dancing, dancing like my double cup
Lemonade to niggas that be talking tough
Say you got money, I just double up
Multiply, fuck addition, fuckin bitches all night
Macauley Culkin, rich and riches
This the life, they walk away, it's so delicious
Up in Dubai, sushi, hella bitches
Aw man, wrote a check, two commas
Please tell em' I need two shots by two o' clock
Plus that adds about two thousand, two drops
Pull up in my crew, sellin' out
I need a girl who will do whatever I want
I need a girl who will do whatever I want
Well, um‚ I mean‚ you still got a good relationship with him today?
Me and Suge cool as a motherfucker
I'm cool with Suge‚ I'm cool with Master P, Dr. Dre, I'm cool with everybody
Yeah‚ I mean, how could you not be cool with Snoop?
But I had to go get that cool with him
I had to go sit down with Suge
On Crip, that was my nigga
18 years old‚ lost and locin'
Crack money had a nigga open
Hopin' that that rap shit wasn't just cap shit
G'd up, no Dre, okay that's cool
But that's old news to niggas like us
'Cause if so, he would've signed us off top
But bro stayed solid so I'ma stay solid to that
Studio every night to the early morn'
Bloods and Crips all moving on one accord, cuz did that
Took Death Row to the top, my buz did that
Caught that case, came out safe, Bloods did that
So through the ups and the downs
Real ones know not to kick niggas when they down
Especially when we was down, that nigga picked niggas up
Gangbang on NY stages, hit niggas up 
Y'all remember that? 
Yeah, he did some bullshit, I'm admitting that
But coming at a real Crip like he ain't one
Especially when he helped fucking make one
On the dead homies, I was at the motherfucking top
When I hit my nigga up and said, "You need to grab 'Pac"
Told Daz, "Hook him up," brought straight up out the box
Here's the gang, here's the beats, here's the keys, here's the locks
Then he hit them niggas
, it was us, cuz
Look around, it still is just us, cuz 
Dre rich, Nate gone, and Ricky too
And look at me, shit, I'm 'bout to turn 50 soon
You always said I'd be a star in the game
Now I got a star on the fucking Walk of Fame 
I hopped out and C-walked on my star on the fuckin' Walk of Fame
In that motherfucking Death Row chain, nigga
I know you seen that
A lot of motherfuckers don't know
Shit, nigga, we been cool
This man changed my life
Shit, nigga, we made history together
I'm talking about real history, nigga, like
When they write the history books they gonna look at this shit like
The Great Depression
You know, the stock exchange
This shit is historic, man
Death Row Records, man, we did that shit, nigga
Suge Knight, real nigga, man
Think about all the great shit you did, nigga
Let bygones be bygones
Yeah, what up, Dre?
Daz, Kurupt, what up though?
Lady of Rage, RBX, D.O.C
Nate Dogg, rest in peace
Ricky Harris, rest in peace
DJ Warren G, Dr. Dre
City of Compton, City of Long Beach
Death Row Records will go down in history, nigga
We did that, yeah, nigga, we did that
Done
Who did it like a muhfuckin' legend?
Yeah, it hurts, church, reverend
Sat back, took a look at me, shit's classic
Pocket full of paper, the haters, they can't grasp it
Still at the top of my game, I'm all-pro
Lost count of the cars, nigga, they all show
I got a family to feed, now that's growth
But I'll still lay your ass out for the low
Now, grown men make it hard to trip
I'm talking big dick shit, man, it's hard to grip
Got a whole gang of albums and some major flicks
I got a wife, rich life, that's some major shit
Bigg Dogg, yeah, I said it
Who did it like me? Who want the dice? Nigga, bet it
20 plus years, I ain't even gotta sell it
I ain't even got to show up to get the money
Mail it, I'm going in
Used to be out West, but now you hear me
From the LBC, around the room, let's blow this smoke
Used to be out West, but now you hear me
From the LBC, around the room, let's blow this smoke
La-da-da-da-dah
It's the Snoop to the D-O-double-G
One Blood, one cuz, yeah
One Blood, one cuz
Now put them all together, you have one, one, one
One Blood, one cuz
Motherhood, brotherhood, ain't no other hood
Just imagine if we all was one hood
Now put them all together, you got one
G MIX!
For kings only
Biatch!
Hold up, I wanna rock right now
My name is Hov and I came to shake the town
Yeah, your boy's internationally known
But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones
I used to cop "Rob Base", turn it into "EZ Rock"
Just to stay "Doug E. Fresh", all that shit to easy rock
Used to "Chef" Raekwon, give fiends a "Ghostface"
Y'all know my "Forte", I just might catch a dope case
I
"Mastered" the "P"
With connects in the Midwest, so I'm "Heavy" in the "D"
Your boy still "Snoop" around
Since a pup, I been "Kurupt" and I fuck with Tha Dogg Pound
Ugh! Roc Nation is the gang now
Some dope lyrics is the only thing I slang now
I "Get the Job Done", I put the "Kane" down
It's no "
Biggie
" - heh, I'm just a king now
G Mix!!!! I was a fiend, before I became a teen
I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream
Crime orientated that's how the west was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated
I dropped the sack and tried to rap hits y'all
They tried to bang on me, and say that I'm too small
Cool!!! Cause I don't get upset
I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet
Right back to the west, where my niggas is at
Scoop the gilly put it back on the map
Like this like that while you rollin a bag
Loadin ya gat, pop pop, I'm holdin ya back
I'm like the Whopper FUCK THE BIG MAC!!!
Run up on the dog my gat go click clack
And that's fo' sho!!!
The reason why, man I don't know so let's go cuz
Boss Dogg chillin', looking like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, I'mma leave it to my children
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby loving it
Hella fast, grip they ass like the oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm working
I got the party going, and it's jerking
My niggas all long, we rolling out deck
Hoes getting in, you better pick a bitch
Cause when I shut it down, the party's over with
She call me "Superman", I'm on my "Soulja" shit
Boss Dogg get em, I sick em and take em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fucking throne
I'm gigging on these hoes, do em like dominoes
And slam em on they back and tell em "vamanos"
Damn, I see that lil' look you givin' me, oh yeah
Light the sage, let's exchange energy
Nah, I get stupid, you know your man
Do you forgive me, baby? I know you can, know you can
Don't be actin' like you don't want to 
You may not want me, but I sure want you
And lettin' you stay mad is what I sure won't do
'Cause I'm your and you my boo
No matter what 
Girl, you wanna run home, go 'head, batter up
See me, I'm tryna go up, baby, ladder up
I ain't lettin' my ego shatter us
And have both of our mamas all mad at us?
Hell nah, come here
I don't like it when you mad at me, girl , don't be mad at me
I don't like it when you mad at me, girl, don't be mad at me
I don't like it when you mad at me, girl, don't be mad at me
Yeah, I don't like it when you mad at me 
I don't like it when you mad at me, girl, don't be mad at me
I don't like it when you mad at me, girl, don't be mad at me
Some of these nigga are bitches too
And some of these niggas look just like you
So if you've ever been told on...
Go out and get your roll on you punk ass nigga, you'll get stole on
It's 5:30 in the mornin, now I'm yizzawnin
Now as I perceive to get G to a tee
And before I bell to school you know I blaze up a sack
Another day, another dollar for the gangsta mack
Bitch act like you know, show me some sex and affection
And lick me down slow, flossin, tossin a bitch 
Yeah Dogg, one more thing I forgot to mention
Shoot five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your Benz
Seven, goddamn it, went again
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young Daz, little nigga you can't fuck with me
Now I knew that them niggas couldn't get at you
So what made them niggas try to spit at you
Disrespect the game and snitch on you
Y'all punk ass niggas, man y'all some bitches too
Who got some gangsta gangsta shit? 
Swoop G, I heard somebody's speakin up on you
Cos when I drop mines there was no more nickels and dimes
Just quarters, ounces, half ounces and quarta
PC is the season and I don't smoke blunt
It sees the indo with skunk, I might as well get drunk
To smoke some stress, that shit'll put a hole in your chest
I only want another twenty dollar, sure got me fucked up
My hood is gettin hot and niggas is tryin ta plot and
Come up off a young nigga, callin his shots
Swoop G ain't the one, I do its to be done 
Al-ways have my gun and my G from 2-1
It's Cerritos but you don't hear me though cos you don't really know
About the you-know, I'm Cerritos, silly ho
Swoop G, mothafuckin fuckin L-B's-C
None of these nigga wanna fuck with these 
Swoop G, Swoop G, G
I said this kush is gonna take me away , 'way , away 
I said this kush is gonna take me away , 'way , away 
I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away
I said this kush is gonna take me away, 'way, away
It's 1 AM and I'm just ridin' 'round town
Had a girl in São Paulo, I'll fly her right now
Don't send me emoji with the bright eyebrow
Tell me something good right now
I'm feelin' like, ooh 
Ooh 
I wanna get you wet
Tell tell me baby are you wet
I just wanna get you wet
Drip, drip, drip, drip, for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Drip drip, drip, drip for me mami
Can you drip, drip, drip
Cause I'm hot, and as cool as a fan
You bitches drinkin' lemonade, I'm the Coolaid Man
Standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand
Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man
I'm hot , but as cool as a fan
Bitches drinkin' lemonade, but I'm the Coolaid Man
I'm standin' on the corner with a Coolaid stand
Cool as a fan, yeah, bitch, I'm the Coolaid Man
Now drink up, Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man
Now drink up, yeah girl that's the Coolaid Man, they call him the Coolaid Man
Now drink up Mr. Coolaid Man, Mr. Coolaid Man
Now drink up, yeah girl that's the Coolaid Man, they call him the Coolaid Man
Now drink up!
S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man, that's who he be
S-N-double-O-P, Mr. Coolaid Man, yeah, that's who he be
Now drink up 
Don't let the snare hit you, baby
Now drink up!
Mr. Coolaid Man, he's cool
Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight
Havin a party 
I'm going to invite her
I've got my lighter 
I'm getting higher
Wish you would pass it 
I'm right beside her
I got an ashtray 
Where did my pipe go?
Ha ha it's your boy Ray J
You know what? I'm a roll up one right now
And celebrate a lil bit
You know Raydiation in stores right now
Ya'll go get it
Shortymack comin real soon
It's about to get ugly
Yeah, just bounce to this
Snoop ounce to this
All my homies just bounce to this
Eastside just bounce to this
Westside, bounce to this
Nothside, bounce to this
Southside, bounce to this
Japan, bounce to this
U.K., bounce to this
Niggas from Aklohoma, bounce to this
Niggas from Texas, bounce to this
Niggas in Atlanta, bounce to this
Niggas in New York, bounce to this
Niggas in New York they bounce to this
Niggas in New York they bounce to this, check!
Boom!
Say what? Say what?
Boom!
I don't think they heard you
Boom
Talk to 'em T-Pain
Baby I’m a dog!  Beware! 
I’ll do whatever, however I want! 
This one for y'all!  Oh yeah! 
Now put your hands in the air , whip your hair and go
La, la la la
Boom shakalaka when it drop, oh I'mma have her saying
La, la la la
One hitter quitter, shawty know the damn thing
Boom!
Uh, growing up I ain't know as much
I was too busy chasing money and rolling stuff for I was old enough
Getting every dollar and fold it up
Putin' all my weed in papers instead of blunts so they could know it's us
Every party we showing up, baggy full of pre-rolls
Light it up and pass it you holding that one too long nigga matter fact you can have it
Another one in rotation
my motivation is cabage my Rollie face filled with carrots
And niggas think they are but they know that they ain't comparing
And they ain't doing no harm but I don't think I'm really caring
I keep making deposits and no way no interference
From your broke ass, I just keep hustlin all the time and gettin more cash
And rolling weed you smell the chronic when I go past
You look at me and then put down notes on your notepad
Yeah, I'm kinda high, but you should know that
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I'm just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I 
Prolly never change 
I'm not tryna be a right, tryna be a wrong
I just try to make it out here on my own
I say I do a lot of things but I
Prolly be the same 
 
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now 
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now 
 I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
 I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, I'mma leave it
To my chil'ren
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like the oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin
My niggas all long, we rollin out deck
Hoes gettin in, you betta pick a bitch
Cause when I shut it down, the party's over wit
She call me Superman, I'm on my +Soulja+ shit 
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin throne
I'm giggin on these hoes, do 'em like dominoes
And slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos
 
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now 
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now 
 I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
 I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I Wanna rock right now
[Refrão: Anitta, LUDMILLA &
Ambas
]
Então sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Então sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Sai, sai, sai da minha frente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
Hoje eu vou dar trabalho numa onda diferente
[Pós-Refrão: Anitta, LUDMILLA &
MC LF
]
Bateu!
Boom, boom, balançou, boom, boom
Bateu!
Boom, boom, balançou, boom, boom
Bateu, fudeu, bateu, fudeu
Bateu, fudeu, bateu, fudeu, bateu
Caraca, tô loucona!
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth 
It is a weepin' and a mournin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth 
It is a—when it comes to my sound 
Which is the champion sound 
Believe, believe 
Believe 
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
Cuh when time it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times
And it still have one more time left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the shit
Tell 'em gimme fifty million or I'ma quit
Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo, my bitch make your bitch look like Precious
Somethin' 'bout Mary,
she gone off that molly
Now the whole party is melting like Dalí
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby 
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans 
Okay, now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin' champagne on the airplane 
Spit rounds like a gun range 
Beat it up like Rampage
Hundred bands, cut your girl
Now your girl need a Band-Aid 
Grade A, A1
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds,
backpack rhymin'
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton 
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost four thousand
Now I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain  pourin' 
All my cars is foreign 
All my broads is foreign 
Money tall like Jordan
[Chorus: YB, Big Sean &
Fuzzy Jones
]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy 
Your chick, she so thirsty 
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo 
With your girl, she tryna jerk me 
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy 
Your chick, she so thirsty 
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve,
believe
)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve,
believe
)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth 
It is a weepin' and a moanin' 
And a gnashin' of teeth 
It is a—when it comes to my sound 
Which is the champion sound 
Believe, believe 
Believe, believe 
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe, believe, believe
[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir &
Kelly Price
]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
Who can I turn to?
Beautiful mornin'
Nothin' unwanted
After all, who can I turn to?
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
If I don't turn to you
Nothin' unwanted
No other help I know
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na
Who can I turn to?
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na
After all, who can I turn to?
If I ever instigated, I am sorry
If I don't turn to you
Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains
Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do
Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't
So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out
Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
That's how these niggas so one-track-minded
But really, really I don't give an F-U-C-K
"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she's fake"
"She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play
Just killed another career, it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday
Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home 
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide 
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home 
I, I crossed the limelight 
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home
Foot on the Devil's neck 'til it drifted Pangaea
I'm moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean, I fuck with your friends, but damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo wap, the bam
Tryna snap photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can't see her
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made “Sunday Candy,” I'm never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail
He said, "Let's do a good ass job with 'Chance 3'"
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let's make it so free and the bars so hard
That there ain't one gosh darn part you can't tweet
This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part, nobody else speak
This little light of mine
Glory be to God, yeah
I'ma make sure that they go where they can't go
If they don't wanna ride, I'ma still give 'em raincoats
Know what God said when He made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I'm too late for the intro
Ugh, I'm just having fun with it
You know that a nigga was lost
I laugh in my head
'Cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt
Ugh, 'cause they'll flip the script on your ass like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light
Look at lil' Chano from 79th
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything
Everything
[Refrain: The-Dream,
The-Dream & Choir
, Natalie Greene]
I'm tryna keep my
faith
But I'm looking for
more
Somewhere I can feel
safe
And end my holy
war
Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough
This prayer's for everybody that feel that they're too messed up
For everyone that feels they've said "I'm sorry" too many times
You can never go too far when you can't come back home again
That's why I need...
Faith, more, safe, war
[Chorus: Kanye West, Ponderosa Twins Plus One, &
Brenda Lee
]
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Bound to fall in love
Bound
Bound to fall in love
Bound
Uh-huh, honey
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad bitches, man, they want the-
They want the- they want the-
Go
I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck
I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck
I like my dick sucked, I'll buy you a sick truck
I'll buy you some new tits, I'll get you that nip-tuck
How you start a family? The condom slipped up
I'm a sick fuck, I'm inappropriate
I like hearin' stories, I like that ho shit
I wanna hear mo' shit, I like the ho shit
Send me some mo' shit, you triflin' ho bitch 
You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it 
You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it 
'Cause you know in the old days
They couldn't say the shit they wanted to say
They had to fake orgasms and shit
We can tell niggas today:
"Hey, I wanna cum, mothafucka!"
Human beings in a mob
What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer
Who don't believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive?
Alright, alright
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
Nothing bad, nothing bad, noth-
Noth-Noth-, -ing bad, noth-noth-
Bad, nothing bad, nothing
[Outro: Kanye West, Frank Ocean &
Kóbor János
]
I won't end this high, not this time again
So long, so long, so long,
you cannot survive
And I'm not dyin', and I can't lose
I can't lose, no, I can't lose
'Cause I can't leave it to you
So let's get too high, get too high again
Too high again, too high, ooh hoo-hoo-hoo, woo
Yeah, h-h-h-high, h-high-high, high-high high-igh-high-high
H-high-igh, yeah, high, high-igh
Egyszer a Nap úgy elfáradt
Elaludt mély zöld tó ölén
Az embereknek fájt a sötét
Ő megsajnált, eljött közénk
That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long
Now waiting for the summer rose and 
And breathe and breathe
And breathe and breathe
And breathe and breathe
And live and learn
And live and learn
And livin' and livin' like I’m lonely
Lonely, lonely
And livin' all I have
And livin' all
And live
And live
So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go 
I'm doing 500, I'm outta control 
But there's nowhere to go 
And there's no way to slow 
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would've been blacked out on your ass
God! God! God! God!
God! God! God! God!
God! God! God!
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P
Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know I did damage
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you knew of that advantage
'Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don't know how I'ma manage
If one day, you just up and leave
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my shit just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast
Let's have a toast for the douchebags
Let's have a toast for the assholes
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can
I just keep on lovin' you, baby
And there's no one else I know can take your pla-, pla-, pla-
[Chorus: Kanye West, Junie Morrison &
Ghostface Killah
]
Please, no more parties in L.A. (
Shake that body, party that body
)
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh (
Shake that body, party that body
)
No more parties in L.A. 
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
Let me tell you, I'm out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
Swish
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom
I'ma lose my mind in it
Crazy, that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin' on my lamp
Get the genie out the bottle
Get the genie out the bottle
Let me hit it raw like fuck the outcome
Ayy, none of us'd be here without cum
Ayy, if it ain't all about the income
Ayy, ayy, let me see you go ahead and spend some
Ayy, if you drivin' 'round in some Dri-Fit
Ayy, I'ma think that you the type to dry snitch
Hm, mhm, if I see you pull up with the three stripes
Ayy, ayy, I'ma fuck around and make you my bitch
Yeah, you supermodel thick
Damn, that ass bustin' out the bottom
I'ma lose my mind in it
Crazy, that medulla oblongata
Get to rubbin' on my lamp
Get the genie out the bottle
Get the genie out the bottle
Whoa, we are not one and the same
Nigga, I'm fuckin' insane, fuck is you sayin'?
Yo' ass been doin' the same
Shit, not doin' what you sayin', dang
I told yo' old bitch she was fuckin' a lame
Turn one ho to a train
Blaow, blang, my niggas holdin' that pain
I just hope you been prayin'—bang bang!
Ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlives
And I run this bitch like it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night 'cause I ain't goin' back to my old life
I promise
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like 
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like 
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
HEEEEH!
I done sold purp , I done sold white 
Runnin' outta work, that's that shit I don't like 
She never let me hit it , she gave me dome twice 
She blowin' up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em, just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother thirty for the Jesus 
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckas!
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like 
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like 
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
Thinking no one man should have all that power
The clock's ticking, I just count the hours
Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder
'Til then, fuck that, the world’s ours
And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
Colin Powells, Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation
Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of the day, goddamnit, I'm killing this shit
I know damn well y'all feeling this shit
I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick
I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with?
How Ye doing? I'm survivin'
I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin'
Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hidin'?
I got the power make your life so excitin'
Now this will be a beautiful death
I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go
I'm letting everything go
Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death
I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go
I'm letting everything go
Now this will be a beautiful death
Jumping out the window, letting everything go
Letting everything go
You got the power to let power go?
Lookin' for real friends
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
To real friends, 'til the reel end
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin 
To 3 A.M., callin'
How many real friends?
Just to ask you a question
Just to see how you was feelin'
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
I hate when a nigga text you like, "What's up, fam? Hope you good"
You say, "I'm good, I'm great," the next text they ask you for somethin'
How many?
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
Any argument, the media'll extend it
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
Real friends
Huh?
Real friends
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
Uh, I guess I get what I deserve, don't I
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
Woah, once again I am a child
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We're still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
I was lost and beat up
Turned out, burned up
You found me, through a heartache
Didn't know me, you were drawn in
I was lost and beat up
I was warm flesh, on Caesar
You found me, in your gaze
Well, I found me, oh, Jesus
I was too wild, I was too wild
I was too wild, I was too wild
I was too wild, I was too wild
And I need you now
Lost and found out
Yeah
You gotta let me know if I could be your Joseph
Only tell you real shit, that's the tea, no sip
Don't trip, don't trip, that pussy slippery, no whip
We ain't trippin' on shit, we just sippin' on this
Just forget the whole shit, we could laugh about nothin'
I impreg-a-nate your mind, let's have a baby without fuckin', yo
I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
Ayy, I know it's corny bitches you wish you could unfollow
I know it's corny niggas you wish you could unswallow
You tried to play nice, everybody just took advantage
You left your fridge open, somebody just took a sandwich
I said, "Baby, what if you was clubbin'
Thuggin', hustlin' before you met your husband?"
Then I said, "What if Mary was in the club
'Fore she met Joseph, around hella thugs?"
Cover Nori in lambs' wool
We surrounded by the fuckin' wolves
 "What if Mary
 Was in the club
'Fore she met Joseph with no love?"
Cover Saint in lambs' wool
 We surrounded by
 The fuckin' wolves
I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See, I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song about Kanye
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye"? Man, that'd be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
There they go, packin' stadiums
as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos
He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no
Go for broke,
his cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain't had him a buzz like this
Since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as befo'
Bashin' in the brains of these hoes
And establishin' a name as he goes
The passion in the flame is ignited
You can't put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck
That I'm talkin' about when we riot
You dealin' with a few true villains
Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin'
And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings
Come flyin' up out of our mouths,
now, rewind it
Payback, motherfucker
For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste outta your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
]
Get down girl, go 'head, get down
Get down girl, go 'head, get down
Get down girl, go 'head, get down
Get down girl, go 'head
Now, I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You don't want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But while y'all washin', watch him
He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes
This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries
So stick by his side
I know there's dudes ballin', and yeah, that's nice
And they gonna keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl
And when he get on, he'll leave yo' ass for a white girl
]
Get down girl, go 'head, get down
Get down girl, go 'head, get down
Get down girl, go 'head, get down
Get down girl, go 'head
Let me hear that back
[Chorus: Kanye West &
Young Jeezy
]
La, la, la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, la, la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
Excuse me, was you saying something?
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing
You can't tell me nothing
Uh-uh, you can't tell me nothing
La, la, la la
Wait 'til I get my money right
La, la, la la
Then you can't tell me nothing, right?
I got broads in Atlanta
Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta
Stacks, oh
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace, shit like Desiigner
Takin' all the stacks, oh
Whole bunch of lavish shit
They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killin' on camera
My joy
How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?
If I don't turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands
We off the grid, grid, grid
This for my kid, kid, kid
For when my kid, kid, kids have kids
Everything we did for the crib
Pray for what folks and them did
Only thing we pray God forgive-give-give
May God forbid-bid-bid
He hit one of the kids, kids, kids
Took off His list, list, list
Look what they did, did, did
Pray for the crib, crib, crib
Some say A-A-Adam could never be bla-a-ack
'Cause a black man'll never share his rib, rib, rib, rib, rib, rib
See through the veil
And forget all of your cares
Throw them
Throw them away
Don't stop your loving
Don't stop for nothing
No, not for nothing
They don't wanna see me love you
Don't now, don't stop it
They always love it
They always wanna
They don't wanna see me love you
See through the veil
They don't wanna see me love you
And forget all your cares
They don't wanna see me love you
Throw them
Throw them away
Ooh, life's a feeling and
Ooh, the body is a feeling, yeah
Ain't no question if I want it, I need it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
Ayy, yo
I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid
Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes
Counting up, smoking, one cuff
Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it
Steam about a hundred and one L's
Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson
Nigga hat game was special
It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals
The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head
Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead
That meant code red, bent off the black skunk
The black Dutch, back of the old shed
If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in
Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding
Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan
Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye
Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it
I can feel it slowly drifting away from me
No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus
I will never ever let you live this down, down, down
No lie
No lie
No lie
You set the night on fire
I'm still gon' be here in the morning
No lie
No lie
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh yeah
You set the night on fire
I'm still gon' be here in the morning
No lie
I heard you need a new fad 
I heard you need a new stack 
I heard you need a new phone 
I know your 'rents ain't be home 
Callin' up your uncle's place 
Shit's all over the place 
I don't hear your phone 
Oh, I wanna phone home 
Put your hands to the constellations
The way you look should be a sin, you my sensation
Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening
Cat got your tongue?
Lookin' at my bitch, I bet she give your ass a bone
Lookin' at my wrist, it'll turn your ass to stone
Stretch limousine, sipping rosé all alone
Double-headed monster with a mind of his own
Cherry-red chariot, excess is just my character
All-black tux, nigga's shoes lavender
I never needed acceptance from all you outsiders
Had cyphers with Yeezy before his mouth wired 
Before his jaw shattered,
climbing up the Lord's ladder
We still speedin', running signs like they don't matter, uh
Hater talkin' never made me mad
Never that, not when I'm in my favorite paper tag
Therefore, G4s at the Clearport
When it come to tools, fool, I'm a Pep Boy
When it came to dope, I was quick to export
Never tired of ballin', so it's on to the next sport
New Mercedes sedan, the Lex' sport
So many cars, DMV thought it was mail fraud
Different traps I was gettin' mail from
Polk County, Jacksonville, right in Melbourne
Whole clique appetites had tapeworms
Spinnin' Teddy Pendergrass vinyl as my J burns
I shed a tear before the night's over
God bless the man I put this ice over 
Getting 2Pac money twice over
Still a real nigga, red Coogi sweater, dice-roller
I'm makin' love to the angel of death
Catchin' feelings, never stumble, retracin' my steps 
Uh
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
Wonderin' whether God's gonna say hi
Oh, you're lookin' at the church in the night sky
And you wonder where is God in your nightlife
At the mall, there was a seance
Just kids, no parents
Then the sky filled with herons
Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron
And the hell, it wouldn't spare us
And the fires did declare us
But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress
And woke up back in Paris
Can we get much higher? 
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
Can we get much higher? 
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh 
Can we get much higher? 
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Can we get much higher? 
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh 
Can we get much higher? 
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
]
Hands up, hands up, hands up
So won't you dance? ayy, ayy ayy ayy
I took a young sweet breath, and I reached into my Earth
Gave him what I had left
At that moment I dispersed
At that moment I dispersed
Get low, alright
Get low, alright
What up? Alright, alright
Stay low, alright
Stay low, alright
Stay low, alright
South, south, south side! All day, nigga
Whistling
Well, well, well, let me run 
Let me run to see who came undone
You've been right in my face
Let me run 'til you're off my case
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
Whooooa, whooooa
[Verse 3: Fergie, Rihanna &
Drake
]
Unemployment line, credit card declined
Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind?
And also was about to do that line
'Kay, okay, you know we going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
We going all the way this time
Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ahh!
Ain't no way I'm givin' up, I'm a God
Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are, are, are, are
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Things used to be, now they not
Anything but us is who we are
Disguising ourselves as secret lovers
We've become public enemies
We walk away like strangers in the street
Gone for eternity
We erased one another
So far from where we came
With so much of everything
How do we leave with nothing?
Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E
Hatred and attitude tear us entirely
Chloe Mitchell
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names, I hate you more
Let's call out names, names, for sure
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much
And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing
And when the phone called, it just ring and ring
You ain't pick up, but your phone accidentally called me back
And I heard the whole thing
I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing, whole thing
Oh my God
Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfuckin' level
Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this
Goddamn, goddamn
Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga?
You never used to talk dirty, but now you goddamn disgusting
My, my God, where'd you learn that?
Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass-naked
With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on
Who taught you how to put some motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on?
Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level
This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now, shit
You done went all porno on a nigga, okay?
And I-I-I-I, I love it, and I thank you
I thank you, my dick thanks you
How'd you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up?
I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before
I was in there like, "Oh shit, I never been here before
I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before"
It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit
What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all reupholstered?
You know what, I got to thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga, I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker
I'ma shoot a bootlegger
That's how good I feel about this nigga
Ah
I still can't believe you got me this watch
This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted
With the bezel? This is the motherfucker I wanted
I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in The Source
I 'member, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source
That's right, that's right
Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this the best birthday ever
Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this?
Yeezy taught you well
Yeezy taught you well
Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches
I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
I mean this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Five-star dishes, different exotic fishes
Man, this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
Success is what you make it, take it how it come
A half a mil' in twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer, the legend I become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty-one
Blackjack, I just pulled an ace
As you looking at the king in his face
Everything I dream, motherfuckers, I'm watchin' it take shape
While to you I'm just a young rich nigga that lacks faith
Range Rove', leather roof, love war, fuck a truce
Still move a bird like I'm in bed with Mother Goose
Them hoes coming in a baker's dozen
Claiming they was with me when they know they really wasn't
I keep the city's best, never said she was the brightest
So if you had her too, it don't affect me in the slightest
I never met a bitch that didn't need a little guidance
So I dismiss her past until she disappoints your highness
I speak the gospel, hostile
Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils
Paranoid mind, I'm still under the watchful
Eye of the law, aspire for more
Them kilos came, we gave you Bobby Brown jaw
Flaws ain't flaws when it's you that makes the call
Flow similar to the legends of the falls
Spillin', I own you all, yuugh
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous
Hah, I am so outrageous
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet
If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist
My phrases amazes the faces in places
The favorite,
hah, my cup overrunneth with hundreds
Dummy, damn, it's hard not for me to waste it
The new Commandment, "Thou shalt not hate, kid"
My movement is like the Civil Rights, I'm Ralph David
Abernathy, so call my lady Rosa Parks
I am nothing like them niggas, baby, those are marks
I met this girl on Valentine's Day, fucked her in May
She found out about April, so she chose to march
Hah, damn, another broken heart
I keep bitches by the twos, nigga, Noah's Ark
I got a seven on me, I call my 'dro Lamar
Plus a Trojan in my pocket, Matt Leinart, hah
G-A-T in the Pathfinder
'Cause you haters got PhDs
Y'all just some major haters and some math minors
Tiger Woods, don't make me grab iron
Ayy, yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches
You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Cars for the missus and furs for the mistress
You know that shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
You know this shit is fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
Fuckin' ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Two hands in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, I mean ridiculous
It's like that sometimes, this shit ridiculous
One hand in the air if you don't really care
Middle finger in the air if you don't really care
It's like that sometimes, man, ridiculous
Life can be sometimes ridiculous, huh?
Time to take it too far now
Uh, Michael Douglas out the car now
Uh, got the kids-and-the-wife life
Uh, but can't wake up from the nightlife
Uh, I'm so scared of my demons
Uh, I go to sleep with a nightlight
Uh, my mind move like a Tron bike
Uh, pop a wheelie on the Zeitgeist
Uh, I'm finna start a new movement
Uh, being led by the drums
Uh, I'm a rap-lic priest
Uh, gettin' head by the nuns
Uh, they don't play what I'm playin'
Uh, they don't see what I'm sayin'
Uh, they be ballin' in the D-League
Uh, I be speakin' Swaghili
You know how long I've been on ya
Since Prince was on Apollonia
Since O.J. had Isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya
Don't act like I never told ya
Don't act like I never told ya
Don't act like I never told ya
Don't act like I never told ya
Baby, you're makin' it
N-Now th-that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
'Cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'Cause I can't get much wronger
Man, I've been waiting all night now
That's how long I been on ya
(Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger)
Right now!
Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
You know how long I've been on ya
Since Prince was on Apollonia
Since O.J. had Isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya
You know how long I've been on ya
Since Prince was on Apollonia
Since O.J. had Isotoners
Don't act like I never told ya
Told ya, told ya
Never told ya …told ya, told ya, told ya
Never told ya …told ya, told ya, told ya
Never told ya …told ya, told ya, told ya
Never told ya …told ya, told ya, told ya
Never over …Never over … Never over … Never over …
Never over …Never over … Never over … Never over …
Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over
Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over
Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over
Work it harder, make it better
Do it faster, makes us stronger
More than ever, hour after hour
Work is never over
Oh, when it all, it all falls down
C'mon, c'mon
And when it falls down, who you gon' call now?
I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down
Oh, when it all, it all falls down
Southside, Southside
We gon' set this party off right
I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
Westside, Westside
We gon' set this party off right
Oh when it all, it all falls down
Chi-Town, Chi-Town
We gon' show 'em how we get down
I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my life
C'mon
Oh when it all, it all falls down
I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
I'm tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
Ooh, that's all I want
Four, five seconds from wildin'
And we got three more days 'til Friday
Just tryna make it back home by Monday mornin'
I swear I wish somebody would tell me
'Cause that's all I want
I see you in 3D, the dawn is bright for me
No more dark for me, I know You're watchin' me
Eighty degrees, burnin' up the leaves
Finally, I'm free, finally, I'm free
As I go out to sea, I can walk on water
Won't you shine Your light? Demons talk on my shoulder
Father, hold me close, don't let me drown
I know You won't
Still on side, huh, still outside
****, attention, still outside, huh, still outside
Tame Imp—, Tame Impala, ****
Tame Impala, stay outside, huh
And I'm still outside, I'm still outside, still outside, huh
Let's get right, huh, let's get right, uh, let's get right, uh, huh
Let's get right, let's get , let's get right
Let's get , let's get—
Look at new scenes, I opened my life, I'm subject to memes
I signed a few ****, I polished their dreams
An angel on earth, come under my wing
Stop runnin' your publishers, ****
They publish the headlines and say the wrong things
Y'all treat your Lord and Savior like renters' insurance, you know what I mean?
Bada the bada the boom, I bada the boom, I bada the bing
I need a new girl, my old one was mean
I had to let go, forgave all them evils that came to my shows
I channeled them bad **** all in abode
I channeled your trust, I channeled the turbulence, came with the life
I gathered my sinners and asked if I'm right, let's get
I just get right, ****, huh
Let's get right, let's get right, let's get right, shh, shh
Ain't on sight, it's on sight
I don't know you, you, you, you, it's on sight
I don't know you, you, you, you , let's get right
Ayy, all of my **** on Channel 5
I don't channel ten 'til it go time
Used to throw up my uncle's spaghetti
Been told to tote since before I was ready
Back when my mama told me that I was challenged
A single Black woman, you know that she petty
I turned a heavy heart to two million dollars
I put that in totals, reverse outta debty
I gotta, I gotta put on a rager one time
I swung the powder, went major one time
I know some white people servin' no time
I gotta do it for me, do it for, pray for me
Do it for all the ones dyin'
I wanna do it for all the ones cryin'
I wanna, uh, uh, uh, let's get right, huh
Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun
You'll keep on risin' 'til the sky knows your name
And you're still my chosen one, remember who you are
No you're not perfect but you're not your mistakes
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab-
I just want you to do me a favor
Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me
Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me
Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me
Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me
Tell Nori about me...
Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be worried, aw
It was all part of the story, even the scary nights
Thank you for all of the glory, you will be remembered, aw
Thank you to all of the heroes of the night 
They gotta repaint the colors, the lie is wearin' off
Reality is upon us, colors drippin' off
Colors drippin' off
I'm saying it like...
"I want a daughter like Nicki, aw, man, I promise
I'ma turn her to a monster, but no ménages"
I don't know how you saying it but, let 'em hear this
Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall
For a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it all
Through the fire, through whatever, come what may
For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way
Right down to the wire, even through the fire
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
When the doctor told me I had, um
That I was gonna have to have a plate in my chin
I said, "Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?"
"It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!"
You can't be serious, man
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I know, I know, I know, I know, know
I, I know it, I know it
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
Today, I seriously thought about killing you
I contemplated, premeditated murder
And I think about killing myself
And I love myself way more than I love you, so…
Today, I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
You'd only care enough to kill somebody you love
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
Just say it out loud to see how it feels
People say "don't say this, don't say that"
Just say it out loud, just to see how it feels
Weigh all the options, nothing's off the table
Today, I thought about killing you, premeditated murder
I think about killing myself
And I, I love myself way more than I love you
The most beautiful thoughts are always besides the darkest
I think this is the part where I'm supposed to say somethin' good to compensate it so it doesn't come off bad
But sometimes I think really bad things
Really, really, really bad things
And I love myself way more than I love you
See, if I was tryin' to relate it to more people
I'd probably say I'm struggling with loving myself
Because that seems like a common theme
But that's not the case here
I love myself way more than I love you
And I think about killing myself
So, best believe, I thought about killing you today
Premeditated murder
I called up my loved ones, I called up my cousins
I called up the Muslims, said I'm 'bout to go dumb
Get so bright, it's no sun, get so loud, I hear none
Screamed so loud, got no lungs, hurt so bad, I go numb
Time to bring in the drums, that prra-pa-pa-pum
Set the NewTone on 'em, set the nuke off on 'em
I need Coke with no rum, I taste coke on her tongue
I don't joke with no one, they'll say "He died so young"
I done had a bad case of too many bad days
Got too many bad traits, used the floor for ashtrays
I don't do shit halfway, I'ma clear the cache
I'ma make my name last, put that on my last name
It's a different type of rules that we obey
Ye, Ye, Ye season, nigga, we Old Bay
We was all born to die, nigga, DOA
Niggas say they hero, mm, I don't see no cape
Mm, I don't see no, mm, yeah, I don't see no, mm, mm
If I wasn't shinin' so hard, wouldn't be no shade
Buckwheat-ass nigga, it's gon' be o-tay
Sorry, but I chose not to be no slave
Young nigga shit, nigga, we don't age
I thought I was past my Deebo ways
Even when I went broke, I ain't break
How you gon' hate? Nigga, we go way back
To when I had the braids and you had the wave cap
Drop a pin for the fade and I'm on my way ASAP
Don't get socked in the mouth, you know homie don't play that
Pay the fire marshal bill 'cause this shit done got way packed
They wanna see me go ape 
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
All you gotta do is speak on Ye
Don't get your tooth chipped like Frito-Lay
Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh
This is why your bitches fuck with me, huh
Smash, she gon' end up on TV, huh
Last thing that you ever wanna see, huh
I can feel the spirits all around me
I think Prince and Mike was tryna warn me
They know I got demons all on me
Devil been tryna make an army
They been strategizin' to harm me
They don't know they dealin' with a zombie
Niggas been tryna test my Gandhi
Just because I'm dressed like Abercrombie
You see? You see?
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!
That's why I fuck with Ye!
See, that's my third per-
That's my bipolar shit, nigga, what?
That's my superpower, nigga, ain't no disability
I'm a superhero! I'm a superhero!
Agghhh!
Take 'em on home
I got what you need, what—what you need
Take 'em on home
What you need, what—what you need
I got what you need, what—what you need
Take 'em on home
Tryna hurt my name, huh?
Talk and talk and talk and talk
Baby, let's just knock it off
They don't know what we been through
They don't know 'bout me and you
So I got somethin' new to see
And you just gon' keep hatin' me
And we just gon' be enemies
I know you can't believe
I could just leave it wrong
And you can't make it right
I'm gon' take off tonight into the night
In the night, I hear 'em talk
The coldest story ever told
Somewhere far along this road
He lost his soul to a woman so heartless
How could you be so heartless? 
Oh, how could you be so heartless?
On and on and on and on
And on and, and on and on and on
Scream it
Give it
Scream it
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know right now if you a freak or not
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know right now if you a freak or not
Oh lord , oh lord 
I need every bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know if you a freak or not
Bad bitch up in Equinox
I wanna know if you a freak or not
Oh lord, oh my lord 
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout
And my eagle
Still got it all in the bag, B 
All I did was play possum
Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut
With soap suds on the MAC-11
My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven
We feed the nigga like forty chickens
His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon
I— I got soccer moms payin' for cock
Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok
Comin' with flows that is toxic 
Deadly fumes when I'm in the room
Repercussions occur when you dry snitch
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please
Said and shake that body, scar up that body
Should I kill him now Tone?
I said, "Probably"
Side bets are four and better
Bust hammers with pot holders
And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather
I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx
My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops
My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock
Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots
Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
You can have a good time with G-O-D
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that body 
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Shake that body, party that bod— 
Shake that body, party that bod— 
Shake that body, party that body 
Come and have a good time with G-O-D 
G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
And all my niggas say, "G.O.O.D. Music"
And all my ladies say, "G.O.O.D. Music"
I feel it fadin'
I feel it fadin'
I feel it
I feel it's fadin'
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?
God gon' post my bail tonight
Can't a young nigga get money any more?
Tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch without no flaws
Come to meet me without
Don't talk to me 'bout style, nigga, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
Talking 'bout clothes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
Hollering 'bout some hoes, I'll mothafuckin' embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you'll need some Theraflu
 Get the Theraflu
 Get the Theraflu
 Get the Theraflu
This Chicago, nigga
South Side, we in this bitch
East Side crazy,
blow that loud
Low End,
39th,
The Ickes
47th Street
,
Garfield Park,
79th
Stony Island,
K-Town,
Wild 100's
This Chi-Town,
Dro City,
The Village
Harvey World,
O Block,
64th and Normal
64th and King Drive,
what up?
83rd,
Cottage Grove,
the Gardens
This Chicago nigga!
The Dearborns
, 55th,
Cabrini-Green
Terror Town,
West Side,
Pocket Town
This Chicago!
Halsted to the Ida B. Wells
New York City,
Atlanta,
London Town
Chiraq Drillinoise
This DJ Pharris
, fuck around and get embarrassed
Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al
Comin' home again
Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al
Comin' home again
Maybe we can start again
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
Flashing lights 
What do I know? Know
Flashing lights 
As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
But what do you know?
Flashing lights 
What do you know? Know
Flashing lights 
Flashing lights 
God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now
And I know you wouldn't leave
And I am
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
This is the last call for alcohol, for my niggas
So get your ass up off the wall
So this A&R over at Roc-A-Fella, named Hip Hop Picked the "Truth" beat for Beanie. And I was in the session with him. I had my demo with me. You know, like I always do. I play the songs, he's like "Who that spittin'?" I'm like "It's me." He's like "Oh, well okay."
Uhh, he started talkin' to me on the phone, going back and forth
Just askin' me to send him beats, and I'm thinking he's trying to get into managing producers, 'cause he had this other kid named Just Blaze he was messin' with
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
And um, he was friends with my mentor, No ID. And No ID told him, "Look, man, you wanna mess with Kanye you need to tell him that you like the way he rap"
No ID: "Yo, you wanna sign him, tell him you like how he rap"
I was all, I dunno if he was gassin' me or not but he's like he wanna manage me as a rapper AND a producer
I'm like oh shit. I was messin' with, uh, D-Dot also. People were like this, started talking about the ghost production but that's how I got in the game.
If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here. So you know, after they picked that "Truth" beat I was figuring I was gonna do some more work but shit just wasn't poppin' off like that. I was stayin' in Chicago, I had my own apartment, I be doin' like, just beats for local acts just to try to keep the lights on, and then to go out and buy, get a Pelle Pelle off lay-away, get some Jordans or something or get a TechnoMarine, that's what we wore back then
I made this one beat where I sped up this Harold Melvin sample
I played it for Hip over the phone, he's like, "Oh, yo that shit is crazy Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin', called
The Dynasty
.
And at that time, like the drums really weren't soundin' right to me So I went and um,
I was listening to Dre
Chronic 2001
at that time.
And really I just, like bit the drums off "Xxplosive" and put it like with a sped-up sample, and now it's kind of like my whole style, when it started, when he rapped on "This Can't Be Life."
And that was like, really the first beat of that kind that was on
The Dynasty
album. I could say that was the the resurgence of the soul sound You know, I got to come in and track the beat and at the time I was still with my other management. I really wanted to roll with Hip Hop 'cause I, I just needed some fresh air, you know what I'm sayin' 'cause I been there for a while. I appreciated what they did for me but, you know there's a time in every man's life where he gotta make a change. Try to move up to the next level.
And that day I came and I tracked the beat and I got to meet JAY-Z and he said, "Oh you a real soulful dude."
And he, uh, played the song 'cause he already spit his verse by the time I got to the studio. You know how he do it, one take
. And he said
"Tell me what you think of this." And I heard it, and I was thinking like, man, I really wanted more like of the simple type JAY-Z. I ain't want like the, the more introspective, complicated rhy- or the... in my personal opinion. So he asked me, "What you think of it?"
And I was like, "Man that shit tight," you know what I'm sayin', man what I'ma tell him? I was on the train, man, you know. So after that, I went back home. And man I'm, I'm just in Chicago, I'm trying to do my thing. You know, I got groups. I got acts I'm trying to get on, and like there wasn't nothin' really like poppin' off the way it should have been.
One of my homies that was one of my artists, he got signed. But it was supposed to really go through my production company, but he ended up going straight with the company. So, like I'm just straight holdin' the phone, gettin' the bad news that dude was tryin' to leave my company. And I got evicted at the same time. So I went down and tracked the beats from him, I took that money, came back, packed all my shit up in a U-Haul, maybe about ten days before I had to actually get out so I ain't have to deal with the landlord 'cause he's a jerk. Me and my mother drove to...
...Newark, New Jersey. I hadn't even seen my apartment. I remember I pulled up...
...I unpacked all my shit.
You know, we went to Ikea, I bought a bed, I put the bed together myself.
I loaded up all my equipment, and the first beat I made was, uh, "Heart of the City."
And Beans was still working on his album at that time
,
so I came up there to Baseline,
it was Beans' birthday, matter of fact, and I played like seven beats. And, you know I guess he was in the zone, he already had the beats that he wanted, I had did "Nothing Like It" already at that time but then Jay walked in. I remember he had a Gucci bucket hat on. I remember it like, like it was yesterday.
And Hip-hop said, "Yo play that one beat for him." And I played "Heart of the City." And
really I made "Heart of the City," I really wanted to give that beat to DMX
And I played another beat, and I played another beat. And I remember that Gucci bucket, he took it and like put it over his face and made one of them faces like 'OOOOOOOOOOH.'
Two days later I'm in Baseline and I seen Dame. Dame didn't know who I was and I was like, "Yo what's up I'm Kanye."
"You that kid that gave all them beats to Jay?
Yo, this nigga got classics to your beats"
You know I ain't talkin' shit. I'm like "oh shit." And all this time I'm starstruck, man.
I'm still thinking 'bout, you know I'm picturing these niggas on the show, The Streets is Watching, I'm lookin', these were superstars in my eyes. And they still are, you know.
So, Jay came in and he spit all these songs like in one day, and in two days... I gotta bring up one thing, you know, come back to the story, the day I did the 'Can't be Life' beat on track, I remember Lenny S, he had some Louis Vuitton sneakers on, he think he fly. And Hip Hop was there, I think Ty-Ty, John Meneilly, a bunch of people. I didn't know all these people at the time they was in the room, and I said, "yo Jay I could rap."
And I spit this rap that said, uh "I'm killin' y'all niggas on that lyrical shit. Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips." And I saw his eyes light up when I said that line. But you know the rest, the rap was like real wack and shit, so that's all the response. He said, "Man that was tight."
That was it. You know, I ain't get no deal then, hehe. Okay, fast forward.
So,
Blueprint
, "H to the Izzo," my first hit single.
And I just took that proudly, built relationships with people.
My relationship with Kweli I think was one of the best ones to ever happen to my career as a rapper. Because, you know, of course, later he allowed me to go on tour with him. Man, I appre-- I love him for that.
And at this time, you know I didn't have a deal, I had songs, and I had relationships with all these A&R's
, and they wanted beats from me, so they'd call me up, I'd play them some beats. "Gimme a beat that sound like JAY-Z." You know, they dick riders. Whatever.
So I'll play them these post-
Blueprint
beats or whatever and then I'll play my shit. I'll be like, "yo but I rap too." Hey, I guess they was lookin' at me crazy 'cause you know, 'cause I ain't have a jersey on or whatever.
Everybody out there listen here: I played them "Jesus Walks" and they didn't sign me.
You know what happened, it was some A&R's that fucked with me though, but then like the heads, it'd be somebody at the company that'll say, "Naw." Like, Dave Lighty fucked with me,
my nigga Mel brought me to a bunch of labels.
Jessica Rivera, man...
I'm not gonna say nothin' to mess my promotion up
Let's just say I didn't get my deal.
The nigga that was behind me, I mean, he wasn't even a nigga, you know? The person who actually kicked everything off was Joe 3H from Capitol Records. He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo you got a deal with Capitol? Okay man, just make sure it's not wack."
Then one day I just went ahead and played it, I wanted to play some songs, 'cause you know Cam was in the room, Young Guru, and Dame was in the room.
So I played... actually it's a song that you'll never hear, but maybe I might use it. So, it's called 'Wow.'
"I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my walls right now
You got your first gold single, damn, nigga, wow."
Like the chorus went. Don't bite that chorus, I might still use it. So I play that song for him
and he's like "oh shit"
"I ain't gonna front, it's kinda hot."
Like they still weren't looking at me like a rapper. And I'm sure Dame figured, 'Like man. If he do a whole album, if his raps is wack at least we can throw Cam on every song and save the album, you know
.
So uh Dame took me into the office, and he's like "yo man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"
"You gotta be under an umbrella, you'll get rained on."
I told Hip-hop and Hip-hop was all, "oh, word?" Actually, even with that, I was still about to take the deal with Capitol 'cause it was already on the table and 'cause of my relationship with 3H. That, you know, 'cause I told him I was gonna do it, and I'm a man of my word, I was gonna roll with what I said I was gonna do.
Then, you know, I'm not gonna name no names, but people told me, "oh he's just a producer-rapper,"
and told 3H that told the heads of the Capitol, and right-- the day I'm talking about, I planned out everything I was gonna do. Man, I had picked out clothes, I already started booking studio sessions, I started arranging my album, thinking of marketing schemes, man I was ready to go. And they had Mel call me, they said, "yo... Capitol pulled on the deal"
And, you know I told them that Roc-A-Fella was interested and I don't know if they thought that was just something I was saying to gas them up to try to push the price up or whatever.
I went up... I called G, I said, "man, you think we could still get that deal with Roc-A-Fella?"
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
So won't you raise your glass, won't you?
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning and—
Good morning!
Good morning and look at the valedictorian
Scared of the future while I hop in the DeLorean
Scared to face the world, complacent career student
Some people graduate, but be still stupid
They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around
Just peep this, preach this, teach us, Jesus
Okay look up now, they done stole yo' streetness
After all of that you received this
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning!
Hustlers that's if you're still living, get on down
Get on down
Get— get on down
Get on down
Get— get on down
Father, I stretch
Stretch my hands to You
Lifelike, this is what your life like, try to live your life right
People really know you, push your buttons like typewrite
This is like a movie, but it's really very lifelike
Every single night, right, every single fight, right?
I was looking at the 'Gram and I don't even like likes
I was screamin' at my dad, he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
I was screamin' at the referee just like Mike
Lookin' for a bright light, Sigel, what your life like
Riding on a white bike, feeling like Excitebike
Pressin' on the gas, supernova for a night light
Screamin' at my dad and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
But nobody never tell you when you're being like Christ
Only ever seein' me only when they needin' me
Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET
Searchin' for a deity, now you wanna see it free
Now you wanna see if we, let's just see if three apiece
Tell me what your life like, turn it down, a bright light
Drivin' with my dad, and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"
I'm just tryna find, l've been lookin' for a new way
I'm just really tryin' not to really do the fool way
I don't have a cool way, bein' on my best, though
Block 'em on the text though, nothin' else next though
Not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal
Wrestlin' with God, I don't really want to wrestle
Man, it's really lifelike, everything in my life
Arguing with my dad, and he said, "It ain't Christ-like"
Man
You know, it's like
Somebody only close who can get you, like, off your
I be on my
I woke up this morning, I said my prayers
I'm all doing good, I tried to talk to my dad
Give him some advice, he starts spazzin' on me
I start spazzin' back, He said "That ain't Christ-like"
I said, "Ahhh"
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Right now
I need right now
Right now
I need, I need right now
Right now
I need, I need right now
Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A
Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A
Hold the selfies, put the 'Gram away
Get your family, y'all hold hands and pray
When you got daughters, always keep 'em safe
Watch out for vipers, don't let them indoctrinate
Closed on Sunday, you my Chick-fil-A
You're my number one, with the lemonade
Raise our sons, train them in the faith
Through temptations, make sure they're wide awake
Follow Jesus, listen and obey
No more livin' for the culture, we nobody's slave
Stand up for my home
Even if I take this walk alone
I bow down to the King upon the throne
My life is His, I'm no longer my own
I pray to God that He'll strengthen my hand
They will think twice steppin' onto my land
I draw the line, it's written in the sand
Try me and you will see that I ain't playin'
Now, back up off my family, move your hands
I got my weapons in the spirit's land
I, Jezebel don't even stand a chance
Jezebel don't even stand a chance
Chick-fil-A
There it is, there it was
Don't interrupt, just because
Ain't no love, shoulder shrug
Won't He do it? Yes, He does
Won't He do it? Yes, He does
Won't He do it?
My life was never 
This next one gon' be 
I wanna go to the moon, don't leave so soon 
How could I get through? 
I wanna go to the moon, don't leave so soon 
How could I get through? 
I wanna go to the moon, don't leave so soon 
How could I get through? 
Mhm, here we go strappin', we up
Never forget all the memories
Sittin', I sip out my cup
Thinkin' I should be a better me
Truly I'm blessed from the start
So much to say in these melodies, oh
Stare at the sky, the moon singin' sweet
Oh, my God, such a sweet moment
Angels, they say I'm not ever weak, such a lonely moment
Heaven knows I might never sleep, trouble in my soul
Hey, I've been prayin', life can be drainin', oh
Hey, we were late, tryna keep haulin' on
I'm ashamed and yet, what I will see, ain't nobody knows, so I go
[Chorus: Don Toliver, Kanye West &
Kid Cudi
]
How can I get through? 
How can I get through? (
To the moon
)
How can I get through? (
To the moon
)
Early afternoon, I wanna go to the moon 
Don't leave so soon (
Woah
)
Don't leave so soon
How could I get through? (
Yeah
)
How can I get through? (
Ooh
)
Early afternoon, I wanna go to the moon (
Ooh
, take you to the moon)
Don't leave so soon (
Ooh
)
Don't leave so soon (
Don't leave so soon
)
How could I get through? 
Yeah-yeah
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Woah-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK
Ohh, ohh, ohh
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
Let me go, let me go, let me go, let me go, hmm
If you love me so much then why'd you let me go?
Let me go, let me go, hmm
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, sof-sof-softer sof-softer
All dem a gwaan dem a dem a dem a gwaan
Dem a gwaan gwaan gwaan, softer than clay
None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray
None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK
1500, all in singles 
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go
'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
'Round and 'round they go
I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole
I took a nap in the pulpit
I never like how a suit fit
I got a pocket full of money
It got me walkin' all slew-foot
I'm on my wave like a cruise ship
In that ho mouth like a toothpick
Anyone get in my way
Nothin' to say, I tote 'em choppas like pool sticks
I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris
Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks
I'm comin' from the apartments
We never had our damn pool fixed
Walk in the mall with my new bitch
Tell her to get the whole rack
My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
Then pull me a new bitch
See that is a snowball effect
I got gold on my neck
Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck
I got a mansion full of marble floors
It look like I could go bowl in this bitch
Versace logos on bowls in this bitch
Like I'm a serial killer
I put the real in gorilla
I did this shit for my niggas
1500, all in singles 
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go
'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
'Round and 'round they go
I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
'Round and 'round they go
'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
'Round and 'round they go
I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole
I'm Yo Gotti!
Reach for my chain is suicide
The car I drive fit two inside
They mad at Ye 'cause he all in the neighborhood
But he let them goons inside
Let's fuck up the neighborhood
Let's fuck up the neighborhood
Buy every house in this bitch
You know that the money good
My wrist in the kitchen go 'round and 'round
Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down
The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found
Official trap shit let me slow it down
Way more shit than a Pamper
All we rock is bandanas
Whips so nasty, no manners
I just got head in a Phantom
She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ
She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp 
1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp
And he don't never sleep, he's a fuckin' vamp
I heard your bitch ride on the bus, you don't give a damn
My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am
I love my Auntie Jane, but fuck Uncle Sam
I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram
Niggas never test the kid so I don't have to cram
My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown
And I don't really fuck around
I gave my bitch two mil' 'cause she stuck around
1500, all in singles 
Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
'Round and 'round they go
'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
'Round and 'round they go
I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole
Champions, we run the city
Number one, they fallin' from the top
'Round and 'round they go
'Round and 'round it go
'Round and 'round they go
I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
Than to get down in a hole
I gotta testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky, baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
We back at home, baby!
Sky high, I’m, I’m sky high!
I’m, I’m sky high!
I’m, I’m sky high!
I’m, I’m sky high!
I’m, I’m sky high!
Sky, sky high! I’m, I’m sky high!
Yeah, keep it rollin'!
Yeah, uh, feels good to be home, baby!
Feels good to be home!
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America? 
Who will survive in America?
Who will survive in America?
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city
And I'm down for the night, down for the night
I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life
I'm new in the city
But I'm down for the night, down for a night
Oh-oh, get down
Wah, woo, wah, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Wah, woo, wah, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Wah, woo, wah, woo, woo, woo, woo
Yeah, it's all messed up when it's nowhere to go
So we won't take the time out 'til we reach the T-O-P
From parolees that hold G's, sold keys, low keys
We like the promised land of the OG's
In the past if you picture events like a black tie
What the last thing you expect to see? Black guys
What's the life expectancy for Black guys?
The system's working effectively, that's why
I'll be a real man, take care of your son
Every problem you had before this day is now done
New crib, watch a movie
'Cause there ain't nothin' on the news but the blues
Hit the mall, pick up some Gucci
Now ain't nothing new but your shoes
Sunday morning, praise the Lord
You the girl that Jesus had been saving me for
So let's savor this moment and take it to the floor
Black excellence, truly yours
We can send this bitch up, it can go down
We can send this bitch up, it can go down
We can send this bitch up, it can go down
We can send this bitch up, it can go down
Memories don't leave like people do
They always 'member you
Whether things are good or bad
It's just the memories that you have
Memories don't leave like people do
They always 'member you
Whether things are good or bad
It's just the memories that you have
Have you ever popped champagne on a plane, while gettin' some brain?
Whipped it out, she said, "I never seen Snakes on a Plane"
Whether you broke or rich, you gotta get this
Havin' money's not everything, not havin' it is
I was splurgin' on Tryst, but when I get my card back
Activated, I'm back to Vegas 
'Cause I always had a passion for flashin'
Befo' I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined the good life
Ayy, it's the good life, better than the life I lived
When I thought that I was gonna go crazy
And now my grandmomma
Ain't the only girl callin' me "baby"
If you feelin' me now, then put yo' hands up in the sky
And let me hear you say
Hey, hey, ooh, I'm good!
Tell me if you know someone that needs 
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs 
He lives in a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs 
Been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs 
What up, Ye? This Larry Hoover Jr
First and foremost, I wanna thank you for taking the fight for my father to the Oval Office
You might not have been the only one that could've did that
But you were the one that did do that
And with your assistance, we can continue to let the world take part in this fight
You know, to me, it kinda feels like
Me, my mother, my brothers, and my kids
Have all been incarcerated through this journey
And we haven't even been to jail
We have been looked at and treated as criminals
For being a part of this family
My father's truth and the reality that he raised me in
Is that he wanted to make a change in this community 
'Cause the conditions in this capitalist society is what made him
And it is what made the children of today
After twenty-five years of bein' locked down, twenty-three and one
My father has not called any shots from one of the most secure and segregated prisons in the world
And will not, once released, call any shots for the Gangster Disciples
If my father's intentions were to lead us to death, destruction
Into the Hell that he has had to live in for the past twenty-six years
Man, he would be dead to me
I didn't sign up for that
I didn't stay on this journey this long for that
All my life, man
I've been waitin' for my father to come home
They told me when I graduate eighth grade, he would be home
Then they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated and he still ain't home
Now I'm a adult, and my daughter went away to college and graduated
He still not home
Now even more than that, my son, he graduated eighth grade and we still waitin'
Matter of fact, he hasn't hugged, kissed, or touched any of his grandchildren
And they haven't been able to touch they grandfather
Even though it is not seen that way for some of us
But for many of us, Larry Hoover is a beacon of hope for his community
Who deserves to breathe free air
Free my father , Mr. Larry Hoover Sr. 
Smoke a opp pack ain't funny like that
It get ugly like that, can't get no money like that
Holy Father, please, let me step in
Can't talk to buddy like that, it get bloody like that
Whole lotta steppers and they steppin'
And they sunny like that
And they comin' right back
And when you on tour, bet you check-in
'Cause my guys back to work, it's a Monday like that
And when you text, change the beginnin' of every word
You will speak to me with only no cap
Me and your big homie go back
And homie don't rap, you don't know me like that
Like who's here when I need a shoulder to lean on?
I hope you're here when I need the demons to be gone
And it's not fair that I had to fight 'em all on my own
Like who's here when I need a shoulder to lean on?
I hope you're here when I need the demons to be gone
And it's not fair that I had to fight 'em all on my own
Like who's here when I need a shoulder to lean on?
I hope you're here when I need them demons to be gone
And it's not fair that I had to fight 'em all on my own
Like who's here when I need a shoulder to lean on?
I hope you're here when I need them demons to be gone
And it's not fair that I had to fight 'em all on my own
And I'm back on my grind
A psychic read my lifeline, told me in my lifetime
My name would help light up the Chicago skyline
And that's why I'm
Seven o'clock, that's primetime
Heaven'll watch, God calling from the hotlines
Why he keep giving me hot lines?
I'm a star, how could I not shine? 
How many ladies in the house? 
How many ladies in the house without a spouse? 
Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused 
What you about? 
On that independent shit 
Trade it all for a husband and some kids 
You ever wonder what it all really mean?
You wonder if you'll ever find your dreams?
Two seats in the 911, uh
No limit on the Black Card, uh
Told y'all I was gon' go H.A.M., uh
'Til the ocean was my backyard, uh
No lies in my verses, hey
Please pardon all the curses, hey
Shit gotta come in some way, fuck
When you growing up worthless, uh
Middle finger to my old life, uh
Special shoutout to my oldhead, uh
If it wasn't for your advice, uh
A nigga would have been so dead, uh
I'm living life 'til these niggas kill me
Turn this up if you niggas feel me
I'm riding dirty, tryna get filthy
Pablo Picasso,
Rothkos,
Rilkes
Graduated to the MoMA
And I did all of this without a diploma
Graduated from the corner
Y'all can play me for a motherfuckin' fool if you wanna
Street-smart and I'm book-smart
Could've been a chemist, 'cause I cook smart
Only thing can stop me is me, hey
And I'ma stop when the hook start, hold up
This is something like the Holocaust
Millions of our people lost
Bow our heads and pray to the Lord
'Til I die, I'ma fucking ball
Now who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
Who gon' stop me? Who gon' stop me, huh?
Black cards, black cars, black on black, Black broads
Whole lotta money in a black bag
Black strap, you know what that's for
This that rap god shit, nigga
I rip every one of these mothafuckas down, ayy
Rah, rah, rah
Rah, rah
Closed eyes, see things
Fire up, tweaking
You in my freak dreams
You in my freak dreams
Bad bitch, you dig that
Get stacks, drive cars, whip out
Bitch out,
tits out
Oh shit, my dick out
Can she suck it right now?
Fuck, can she fuck right now?
I done asked twice now
Can you bring your price down?
Lil Boosie with the wipe down
A little woozy but I'm nice now
What the fuck right now?
What the fuck right now?
What the, what the fuck right now?
What if we fuck right now?
What if we fucked right in the middle
Of this mothafuckin' dinner table?
What if we fucked at this Vogue party?
Would we be the life of the whole party?
Shut down the whole party
Would everybody start fuckin'?
Would everybody start fuckin'?
Would everybody start fuckin'?
They don't want nothin'
You mothafuckas livin' like half of your level, half of your life
I smack her on her ass if she ghetto, I ain't gon' lie
We be in the bathroom fuckin' like "Baby, don't get too loud!"
I can, I can see it, yeah
Hey, I want it right now
Ball on them niggas, get heated and shot down
You get hit with the pie now
Rolls with killa money nigga get by now
Right now, right now
I'm with niggas that have been to Versailles now
Side now, slide down
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I've found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you a part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
My spirit is a part of this that's why I get spiritual
But I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm trying to get us "us free" like Cinque
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say I can't let you or self down
If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip, I would never ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
'Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out
Take 'em to church
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you'll never let me down
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get down
]
Who else you know been hot this long?
(
Oh yeah, we ain't finished
)
Started from nothing but he got this strong
Built the Roc from a pebble
, peddled rock before I met you
Pedaled bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special
Let you tell it, man, I'm falling
Well, somebody must have caught him
'Cause every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em
Number one albums, what I got? Like four of them
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that
This is Jay, dissing Jay will get you maced
When I start spitting them lyrics niggas get very religious
Six Hail Marys, 'Please Father forgive us'
Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
The way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a living legend and I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov's still alive
Believe it or not
Believe it or not
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Take the top off, let the sun come in 
Whoa, for all my dogs that stayed down, we up again 
Oh, I got dirt on my name, I got white on my beard
I had debt on my books, it's been a shaky-ass year
Let me make this clear, so all y'all see
I don't take advice from people less successful than me
Hah? Ain't no love lost, but the gloves off
And we up in this bitch until they turn the club off
Had to tell the dogs, "Turn the snubs off"
Plus they already mad that the Cubs lost
These two wrongs'll right you
I was too grown in high school
The true soul of Ice Cube
Too close to snipe you, truth told, I like you
Too bold to type you, too rich to fight you
Calm down, you light skin
]
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you 
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you 
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you 
Make no mistake, girl, I still love you
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
So here's a few words from ya kid brother
If you admire somebody you should go on 'head tell 'em
People never get the flowers while they can still smell 'em
A idol in my eyes, god of the game
Heart of the City
,
Roc-a-Fella chain
Never be the same, never be another
Number one, Young Hov, also my big brother
My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother
Used to be Dame and Biggs' brother
Who was Hip Hop brother,
who was No I.D. friend
No I.D., my mentor, and that's where the story ends
Toomp killed this shit
I'm Young, bitches!
Hahahahaha
Good night!
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither, nigga
We in the club all the time, nigga, so pop, pop off, nigga
G-Unit
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Girl, it's easy to love me now
Would you love me if I was down and out?
Would you still have love for me?
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask twenty-one questions and they all about us
Could you love me in a Bentley?
Could you love me on a bus?
I'll ask twenty-one questions and they all about us
Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back
I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me
Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much when 'Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked
I ain't gon' spell it out for you mu'fuckas all the time
Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines?
In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around
"Hommo" shot me, three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason
‘Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin'
Many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord, I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on 
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on 
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long 
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong 
I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on 
You can stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on 
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long 
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off, you're so wrong 
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a ho 'til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless; me? I got on gator shoes
I'm shoppin' for chinchillas in the summer, they cheaper
Man, this ho, you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon' keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin' know
This ain't no secret, you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch, choose on me, I'll have you strippin' in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Niki my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your ho out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
'Cause I need four TVs and AMGs for the six
Ho, make a pimp rich, I ain't payin', bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick
I don't know what you heard about me 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see 
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
I don't know what you heard about me 
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me 
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
Yeah, in Hollywood they say, "There's no b'ness like show b'ness"
In the hood they say, "There's no b'ness like ho b'ness", you know?
They say I talk a little fast, but if you listen a little faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch
Ha-ha-ha, yeah
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah
I haven't been this fuckin' confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers
I'm on fire like a lighter
Try to say this ain't classic, get yo' ass kicked mad quick
Wrap your head up in plastic
Pussy, now pick the casket
Dirt nap with the maggots, it's tragic
It's sad, it's never gonna end
Now we number one again
With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate
Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given
Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin' thing livin'
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
There's no place to go
No place to go
All the confusion
It's an illusion, like a movie
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try, yeah 
Girl, what we do 
And where we do 
The things we do 
Are just between me and you, yeah 
Give it to me, baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in a rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
'Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door
She get to pullin' on my zipper
It's like it's a race, who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic, how erotic it is to watch her in thongs?
Had me thinkin' 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touched the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she whine
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
Long as she ain't stoppin', homie, and I ain't stoppin'
Drippin' wet with sweat, man, it's on and poppin'
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle, it's on
And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' until you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
Want one taste of what I got?
I'll have you spendin' all you got
Keep goin' until you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go ahead, girl, don't you stop
Keep goin' until you hit the spot, woah
I'll take you to the candy shop
Want one taste of what I got?
I'll have you spendin' all you got
Keep goin' until you hit the spot, woah
‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring
Bury me a G
with a new pair of Jordans
Coupe foreign, top peeled like an orange
Blue Ferrari, so many iron horses
Living life with no worries
My gun got a Zodiac sign, it's a Taurus
Don't make it slam on you like Amar'e
M-Zone Rida Gang end the story
Oops, that's your baby, my bad, I'm sorry
She call me daddy too, we should be on Maury
Everything you aren't, fly nigga soaring
Purple label Ralph Lauren, kick game like Atari
You so special, bedroom or restroom
Just keep performing, go girl
About to film a movie, guess who's starring
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I'm the man
While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back
When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that
I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile
Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style
Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk
And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk
That's the swagger you come with when you come from New York
I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought
Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best
If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice
I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right
I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit
I get closer to you, I mean closer than close
I get into you, after I take off my clothes
Girl I been into you, mentally long before
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
Girl, I'll be your best friend
If you promise you'll be mine 
Please say he's just a friend  now girl let's not pretend 
Either he is or he ain't your man 
Please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
Girl, I'll be your best friend
If you promise you'll be mine 
Please say he's just a friend 
Now girl let's not pretend 
Either he is or he ain't your man 
Please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
Aha! Damn, homie
Yo, rest in peace to Rich
and
Ron
, money what they was about, yo
The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo
Throughout my time, I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy
Jamaican Pauly,
Duckie Corley
,
Ronnie Bumps
and Chick, shit
A lot of niggas flow the way I flow
But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know
Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Coming up, I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch the news, you see players in this game, they lose
I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz
,
Pretty Tony and Lance
Head Luc
, Mel son,
Troy
and
E Money Bags
In a conversation over shrimp and lobster at Benihana's
Heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners
Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will
If the flow don't kill you, the MAC will
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again just to stay on top
I recall memories, filled with sin
Over and over again, and again 
It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision
Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin'
The drama means nothing, it's part of the game
Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains
I upgrade from dirty "BS" to clean VS
Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite your ass out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me
Racist, pointing at me, "Look at Niggaraci" - hello
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle 
Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine
And I'll buck you 
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga, fuck you 
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle 
Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
Listen mane, shit changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang
Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin'
Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you
Before somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Nigga, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
They say this is a big, rich town
I just come from the poorest part
Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
This is where it goes down
I just happen to come up hard
Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it
Too much on my mind right now
I'm on the grind right now
Lookin' for me, sucker, then I need to be found right now
I got my .9 right now
Bitch, I'll blow your mind right now
I ain't fuckin' round right now
Better get in line right now
Or fuck around and die right now
Hope you understand that
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man, you know I'm the man
Know I'm the man, hoe I'm the man
Think she ain't special, watch how she change for a nigga, oh naw
They not on my level, that's why I look at you different, yeah, yeah
After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you get the best of me 
If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testing me 
All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessing me 
Finna run rap 'cause Dr. Dre got the recipe 
Yeah, ha ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
'Cause the windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga
'Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga
'Cause my motherfucking hat is bulletproof, nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit, I might get a fucking concussion
But better that than a hole in the head right, nigga? Ha ha ha ha
Uh-huh
I'ma make it hot
Dr. Dre
Aftermath
Shady
Haha
I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you pussy
I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you getting extorted
I've been patiently waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show"
This is my life, my pain, my knife, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep, I'm a nightmare, huh?
You hired cops to hold you down cause you fear for your life
But you done heard about them guns I done bought, right?
I ain't going nowhere, I done told you, nigga
I'm a G-Unit motherfucking soldier, nigga
I know, I know
Oh no, he didn't say anything about Ja
Okay? Ja is my boo, okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody
And y'all know big thangs come in small packages, holla
Now everythang was cool until 50 Cent came back into the picture
They better not put they hands on Jeffrey
Okay, just first of all, they do not know that I am a 12 degree pink belt
Okay, I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery
Okay, cause see, they don't know me, Delicious, do they know me?
Okay, I thought so
Cause you know I know karate, and I will see him
And I will Jet Li his ass, hitaaaah!
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that 
We don't play around
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that 
We don't play around
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that 
We don't play around
We don't play that
We don't play that
We don't play that 
We don't play around
All a nigga really need is a lil' bit
Not a lot baby girl, just a lil' bit
We can head to the crib in a lil' bit
I can show you how I live in a lil' bit
I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit
Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit
Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit
Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me
I aim straight for your head so don't push me
Fill your ass up with lead, so don't push me
I got something for your ass, keep thinking I'm pussy
Shady Aftermath, nigga,
G-Unit
Rap juggernauts of this shit, we taking over
This ain't serious 
Being broke can make you delirious 
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga? 
This ain't serious 
Being broke can make you delirious 
So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent, how it feel to rob an industry nigga?
Yo, yo, for real, son, it's The Madd Rapper, you know what I'm saying?
And for real, you know what I'm saying, niggas just got to get stuck up, yo—that's just how it goes down
It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga or a bitch
It really don't matter—if you got it and I need it, I want it
You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down
50 Cent ain't fucking around
Trackmasters ain't fucking around
Crazy Cat ain't fucking around
The Madd Rapper ain't fucking around
You know what I'm saying?
So, watch your backs, watch your pocketbooks, watch your pockets
Watch everybody on the train, watch everybody on the buses
'Cause we gonna get you whether you like it or not
Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze
Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase
This smoke's got the club all hazy
Spotlights don't do you justice, baby
Why don't you come over here?
You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology
Why don't you sit down on top of me?
Ayo! I'm tired of using technology
I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it  I gotta give it to her
Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it  I gotta give it to her
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized
Let me tell you girl
Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you
"Murda," fuck around and leave you
"Murda," I don't believe you
"Murda, murda," your life's on the line
Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me
You tryna figure out how y'all started me
You gon' make me catch you on a late night
Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six
(Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters going off
While it thunders and rains)
Now, who you know besides me
Who write lines and squeeze nines
And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines?
You don't want me to be your kid's role model
I'll teach them how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows
Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot
Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot
Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord
Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog
My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time
I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime
You feeling brave, nigga?
Go ahead, get gully
See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully
I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me
Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money
I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood
I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris
Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need shit
Nigga, I'm high all the time 
I stay high all the time 
Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate
Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit
And stay high all the time 
I'm high all the time 
G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready?
G-Unit, are you ready?
Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come
[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown &
Both
]
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin'
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin' 
Quit Captain Savin', serenadin' them hoes
She no Juliet for no Romeo with no dough
She report to pimpin', now back to trickin' 
She report to pimpin', nigga back to trickin'
We pimpin' nigga
If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops, you not like me
You ain't got no work on the block, you not like me
It's hot, you ain't got no drop, you not like me
Like me, dude, you not like me
I got his homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggas be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib, made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' "God, what my baby done did now?"
I'm takin' everything, jewellery I want it all
Duct tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we gon' starve waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that I can borrow
I'm impatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and I can get a new Jaguar
The mack'lI have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And I'ma be on CNN again, it ain't my fault
March nigga step, right nigga left
G-Unit soldier, I'm thuggin' 'til my death
I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
I'll whip your head, boy, you know I will
I'll whip your head, boy, with the back of the steel
I'll whip your head, boy, your cap could get peeled
I'll whip your head, boy, your ass could get killed
I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin' me for
It's been a long time comin', like a bless and a check
You see 106 and Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you
It's kinda funny,
wannabe Pac
,
wanna fake like you thug
Runnin' around talkin' shit that he ain't capable of
Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga
If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga
Then took a closer look and realized you
was an impostor
There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster
Dumbass, now who's shootin'? Ah made you look
You said Bus singin' the same old hook, you stupid
If y'all shootin',
I take a look at your man
The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam
Cheddar Bob ass nigga, start adjustin' your plan
You let the streets down nigga, 'pologize to your fans
Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was
Little faggot desperate tryin' to re-establish a buzz
I know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how
The streets ain't never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin' with you
I think about the game and what it's like and
what would it be without you
I'm finished, I ain't tryin' to repeat this
Just cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness
Oh shit, it was fun
Next time you got a problem with me
Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie
Now I'ma return back to my regular self
And have fun again
One
Hahaha, BITCH! Haha
OUTLAWZ, haha
Makaveli the don, haha
Since you want to be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha
2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you lil' faggot, hahaha
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the mornin'
Hold you through the night
When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill
I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel
I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real
I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killed
Yeah
Yeahhhhhh
Hahahaha
Ya’ll niggas gotta do somethin' now man
All that shoot ‘em up shit ya’ll be talkin’
You gotta do somethin' baby
I mean, I mean c'mon man everybody’s listenin'
Nigga everybody’s listenin'
Hahahahahahaha
I know you ain’t gon' just let 50 do you like that
I mean damn rep your hood nigga
Nigga you hard right?
Pop off
Yayo give my orders to my niggas on the phone
And tell the niggas I said clip up
Niggas got a green light on these monkies
Hahahaha
Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a Teflon Don, boy, I run New York
When I come out ofcourt, yeah, I pop the cork
I keep it gangsta, I have you outlined in chalk 
In the hood if you ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm about my bread 
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell you they love the kid 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
Ho, hey 
I— I get money; money, I got 
I— I get money; money, I got 
I— I get money; money, I got 
Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got 
I— I get money; money, I got 
I— I get money; money, I got 
I— I get money; money, I got 
Money— Money, I got; money— money, I got 
I, I get it
I, I get it
Yeah, yeah
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar outta me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
In Hollywood, they say "there's no business like show business
In the hood, they say, "there's no business like ho business"
They say I talk a lil' fast, but if you listen a lil' faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch!
Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Drop that ho back off at that club, I'm too rich for the bitch
I'm too rich for the bitch, I'm too rich for the bitch
Now do it, baby, do it, baby 
Do it, baby, do it 
Now do it, baby, do it, baby 
Do it, baby, do it 
5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing
Bag full of white 8 balls, I'm going golfing
Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
Retaliated the same night,
made him a dolphin
Guess that's the life of a yay' flipper
Choppers making your ass get naked just like a stripper
Got cameras for the jackers, home invaders, man
Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans
All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
Then the homie taught me to whip, gamechanging
Now I'm breaking down birds on the coffee table
Yeah, and half them bitches sold 'fore they off the table
Gotta look, nigga wantin' my half, I’m gonna split it
The type of nigga work that visit like it's a skillet
Less Soda, more water, stretching like it's elastic
Weigh it up in 250's, wrap it up in plastic, yeah
I'm trying to move 1 brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks, raw
I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I'm trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more, boy
Yeah, you know what it is. It's your cripping cousin, 5-O. Anytime you need that mothafuckin' smoke, you know I got it, cuz. You need 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds? Whatever you need, you know I got it. And if them niggas out there in the NY need it give 'em my connect so I can hook them niggas up with that. Ooh wee, ooh wee! We tryna move this shit, cuz. For real though. I got too much of this shit, homie.
Yeah, I'm Bob Marley reincarnated.
Jah! Rastafari!
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now shorty let's get into it
You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club go outta control
Quit playing turn the music up a little bit
Bounce with me now homey let's get into it
Right before I came into this bitch hot
Needed cigarettes, I made a pit stop
Spent my life tryna be a good guy
Still people want to see me get, got
Nothin' like it ever was before
Hair fallin' out, I'm twenty years old
Got a lot of stress, that you don’t know
Still kick it like paint and this shit gold 
Ayy, pull up in this bitch and I’m flexin'
Jumpin' out the motherfuckin' Benz, yeah
All these damn diamonds on my necklace
Catchin' frostbite when I exit
So goddamn cold, see your breath, yeah
Hundred cigarettes then I exhale
Thousand for these fuckin' Margielas 
Hundred thousand chains on my chest, yeah
Ice on my rings, ice, yeah, you see me shinin'
Two hunnid K in jewels this year, you can't tell me nothin'
And I'm gone, I ain't never sober
Me and 50 got shooters, if you tryna fuck me over, ooh 
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over 
I ain't gon' let the people frisk me if I'm dirty, homie
A nigga never touched me, I got that thirty on me
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over
Y'all tryna fuck me over, y'all always tryna fuck me over 
In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish
I simply woulda wished that my music would be a hit
Big said, "Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper
And pray for my downfall," I understand it all
But me, I'm a little more flashy a nigga
So chances are, I'ma have to blast me a nigga
I'm on that Kevlar vest shit, that Wild Wild West shit
There's 81 one karat stones in my necklace
I shine so hard, I make motherfuckers wan' kill me
Every projects in every hood I go, they feel me
Know it sounds like rap, but this shit is real B
I don't talk that rich shit, but nigga I'm filthy
When I come out to play, and my mob ain't with me
You can bet your bottom dollar that revolver with me
Homeboy, frontin' on me'll shorten your lifespan
Hold the mic with my left, my knife in my right hand
Yeah!
All through the hood I keep hearin' niggas sayin' 
I'm supposed to die tonight
Niggas done put a hit out and they talkin' like the shit okay 
I'm gonna ride tonight
We rollin', whip stolen, AK loaded
I'm gonna ride tonight
We smokin', straight loc'n, lockin' loadin'
Somebody gon' die tonight
Fifty, fifty
Fifty, fifty
Fifty, fifty
Ferrari, Ferrari
Ferrari, Ferrari
Ferrari, Ferrari
Shooter, shooter
Shooter, shooter
I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong
She said, “you mommy little man,” I said, “yep, uh huh”
She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up
Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up
It was welfare or hustlin', they killed her for that
The first shot, bullet wound in my back
I’m fucked up, look at my sneakers, I’m fucked up
Now I’m on my own, mommy gone
Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You need no new kicks, you need an O”
Chop that, bag it, get right back at it
That touched me, it hit me in my heart
I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby
Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see
Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look, I’m outta control, my gun go
Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to
Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin'
My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me
That’s nine shots, we just call it Fifty
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
That’s what mama said, that's what mama said
Ha-ha, man, I ain't' goin' to jail, not even to visit a nigga
You wanna holler at me, you write me
Matter of fact, you gotta send it to Sunset Boulevard up in the Mondrian 
Ridin' 'round in one of Dre's Ferraris, nigga
Oh, matter of fact, I might be in Detroit ridin' down 8 Mile Road
You know, to one of Em's joints and shit 
Ya heard?
I got places to go, man, you know
Shady/Aftermath, we finna start printin' money 
Puttin' Em's face on these motherfuckin' bills, shit 
Ain't shit you can do about it
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin
Easy Jesus,
rockin a leases
My momma whipped me when she found my pieces
I look back on life and thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang; that's why I'm loved in Brook-lyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good
Let me show you what a thug bout, born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me
Li'l mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
Li'l mama, show me how you move it
Go 'head, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl!
Now work it out now, shorty work it out
I wanna see you, break it down
Now back it up now, you know what I'm about
It's like a bank job I'm in and I'm out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Now work it out now, work it out, work it out
Party people say, party people say
Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
World is getting ready, everybody ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye
GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a 
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed
Nigga, you get it twisted, you gon' get your wig splitted
I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it
Man I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard
I go hard for that paper
, homie, I just gotta get it
Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in I'm with it
You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery visit
That's gangsta, you know me I talk 'cause I live it
Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop, way up the block
Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop
And it won't stop, you can run call the cops
This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it
That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it
It's not a game, perfect aim
You feel the flame up against your brain
Man it's so hot, I'll make you wish it rained
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I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it
A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver
And a 
What the fuck, are you retarded?
You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed
We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave me
But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
Fucking with me, you can be all you can be
We got a love thing, girl you tried to leave me
But you need me, can you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher, girl
Fucking with me, you can be all you can be
Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood
Ain't nothing changed, still holla at my homies
Oh, and when I hit the block I still will kill
And I don't want to, nigga, but I will if I got to
Kill, if niggas get to fucking around
If niggas get to fucking around
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
Yeah
Now Lamborghinis and Porsches we stunting
Look at me now nigga
Pull up, get your bitch, in drop top we roll out
Y'all niggas ain't shit
They all act like they ain't know bet they know now
I'm up nigga
We been better than friends, for a long time
Ain't no need to pretend, you'll always be mine
We been better than friends, for a long time
Ain't no flippin' and fakin', you'll always be mine
If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time
Can I be your best friend, if you promise you'll be mine
Please say he's just a friend 
Now girl let's not pretend 
Either he is or he ain't your man 
Please say he's just a friend
If I was your best friend
Yeah, I'm as ill as can be
My appeal is to serial killers what a pill is to me
Killing so villainously
Still as maniacal on the NyQuil and psycho as Michael Myers
You know what we're like on the motherfucking mic, so try us
And you're gonna find out what the fuck we're like with pliers
It's operation time, they got him hooked up to wires
Squeezing, be bleeding, wheezing, breathing, he half dead
He must ain't know, but now we know how Shady the Math is
Even murderous tactics get better with practice
Lead showers, gun powder, feel the talons burn-burn
School of arts, Julliard, you better learn-learn
Chris Reeves in his grave, yeah, homie, turn-turn
I'm debating mutilating the lady
You've been waiting for Shady and Fif, ain't no duplicating it, baby
There's a baby in the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her - I lost her
Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's, I squashed her
And put her through the wringer and hung her over the wash tub
When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that he'll cough up
The hard rock I'll soft up, get caught up and get washed up
In Detroit or Norfolk, witness this shit up nauseous
Look deep in my eye, see many-many men die
I swing gem stars faster than a Samurai
You see I'm a psycho , a sicko 
I'm crazy 
I say I got my knife pulled 
I'll kill you  if you make me 
They wanna see me shot up 
Locked up , then cage me 
I'll come back bigger 
Stronger  and angry 
Beat that pussy up, jab, jab, right hook
Send her home to her man, let 'em watch The Notebook
Shorty wanna hang, I'm a coat hook
Split that thing down the middle of the roll up
Shown up, Gucci down to the shoe lace
Hundred carats in the chain, no fugaise
Hoes still sweat a nigga on a cool day
Them other sucker niggas fake as April Fool's Day
And a rich nigga gotta pay, that what you say
I got bitches from the bay to the UK
Thick with it, pussy sweet like Kool-Aid
Run abroad, then I let her bust two straight
No suitcase on the PJ runway
Me plus two, thats a G4 three way
I give her man a hard time
He gotta soft six and I gotta hard nine
I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
I beat the pussy up, up, up, up, up, up, up
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on
Hold on
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
I'm in the Benz on Monday, a BM on Tuesday
Range on Wednesday; Thursday, I'm in the hooptay
Porsche on Friday, I do things my way
Vipe or Vette, I tear up the highway 
Shawty, she could tell you 'bout my dick game 
But she don't know me, she only know my nickname
Left the hood and came back, damn, shit changed
These young boys, they done got they own work, man
I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
Was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga
Getting paper, now, you can't tell me shit, nigga
You can find me in the four-dot-six, nigga
In the backseat fondling your bitch, nigga
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
Money for bail, money to bail
Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell
FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales
Kept fate when all hope fail
Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse
Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth
I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house
Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about
I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out
Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens
Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin'
Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings
Up your security, Rida gang in the building
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
I don't play no games 
So when I’m in that thang 
Come see what I mean 
See what I mean, oh 
I said little mama put me on 
Bet I'll have you gone 
Come see what I mean , see what I mean
 Come see what I mean, come see what I mean
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire
Everybody showin' the love when she at the door
Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole
I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that
Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at?
Baby, baby, don't you know?
Faded, baby, just like smoke
And you got me high
So high
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke and you got me high
Ring the alarm it's on
High
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
Ring the alarm it's on
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
Ring the alarm it's on
Smoke, you're like smoke
Yeah my nigga, wassup?
Girl, you're like smoke, smoke
Fuck with me
Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes never lie 
They blood shot red, it's ganja in my system, I'm high
First it's pain when you lust for love; then, it's smooth and calm
Feel the rush, like a needle's in your arm 
It's a cold world, baby girl, loving me is not enough
Find out when you fucking broke, love won't get you on the bus 
Man, you should see the pretty bitches that be sexing me
They suck cock; to make 'em hot, I just let 'em stand next to me 
Hundred percent thug, freak, too, I'll taste your love
69's the position, your mouth's full, baby, huh?
My conversation's so deep, I get in your head
Next thing you know, you yawning, turning over, and I'm in your bed
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car 
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes 
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
I got no pickup lines, I stay on the grind 
I tell the hoes all the time, bitch, get in my car 
I got my 64, riding on Dayton spokes 
And when I open that door, bitch, get in my car
Hahahaha
Quit playing, bitch! Get in
You know you wanna ride with a nigga
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hahaha
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
See, I get so disrespectful
So, so, so disrespectful
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference
In AA they make you say that
That's the prayer they burn in your head when you  in CASAT
Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens
But when we come home that don't mean we gon' fucking be friends
The shells pass your head close enough to hear 'em whistle
Thank God they missed you and go grab your pistol
In the hood niggas running 'round acting crazy
Buying little Air Jordans for maybe babies
See it might be his and it might be yours
Because them broads in the projects is straight up whores
Man, it don't take much for you to get in them drawers
You can have them on they back or on all fours
You ain't got to tell me, you feeling this shit
Because I hear what I'm saying, I know I'm killing this shit
I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven
I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though
I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped
Love to squeeze gats, but you don't hear me though
I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks
Love to bust shots, but you don't hear me though
Don't try to act like you don't know where we be neither
We in the club all the time, so pop, pop off
Shady Aftermath 
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
The house party off the hook until them shots go off
Well that’s what you get for stuntin on my block showoff
You shit out of luck if niggas catch you slippin
Crack money slow so you know niggas is trippin
Shorty down there on that Queens tracks takin a whippin
Sheeit, bitch get out of pocket, she need some discipline
Peep the fiend shootin diesel in his arm in the alley
Look at the chrome spinner spinnin on that black Denali
The grimey niggas where I’m from don’t wanna see you chipped up
You shy nigga on jux, you about to shoot your whip up
It ain’t good to do good in my hood
*Click-clack, blam* You know not to do good now
In my hood niggas got love for me
But I don’t go nowhere without my strap
In my hood a little ’dro, a little Hennessy
And niggas just don’t know how to act
In my hood niggas is grimey
I stay on point, I roll with my gat
In my hood niggas might buck at me
So I keep something around to buck back
In my hood
It's on now, nigga
Welcome to hell
My hood, there's no telling
What they do to you
Across the street from Lucifer, he's only tough who...
Stupid nigga, you be using the blame
When the fif start to flame you'll be losing your brain
And your boss is a bitch
He snitched on Levar
Junebug's a fucking flunky
I don't trust him, either
Eeney meeney miney mo
Catch a piggy by the toe
Click clack pow, officer down
Eeney meeney miney mo
Catch a piggy by the toe
Click clack pow, officer down
And your boss is a bitch
He snitched on Levar
Junebug's a fucking flunky
I don't trust him, either
On the block, knocking down, taking shit getting real
In the block takin streets, Spin head for the hills
Now you talk that shit, but is you bout it dog
Respect the full rank, you ain't know lil dog
Eeney meeney miney mo
If you catch a piggie when you get it let it go
And get on down along the road
Eeney meeney miney mo
Eeney meeney miney mo
Aaaaah Officer down
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for everytime I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks
I don't know why niggas rap for years and can't make hotter music
Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggas wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why them Harlem CB4 niggas just keep comin at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work
, I don't know
Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Háblame bajito 
Que nadie se entere
Dímelo al oído
¿Qué es lo que tú quieres?
Háblame bajito 
Mientras tú te mueves 
Rózate conmigo 
Dime si lo sientes, ehh 
I tell her to talk to me low, so nobody know
Ain't nobody trippin', it's a "me-and-you" thing, that's it
It's not traditional, it's unconditional and unconventional
I'll be the perfect mistake of what she was meant to do
She got a friend, I got friends too, we kick it
She come thru' when she feeling like Fifty, she know I'm with it
Got a different kind of mind frame, I'm not playin'
You could read between the lines and hear what I'm not saying
I bet he think he got her on lock, he sure not
I mean, he better keep the door locked, she's so hot
A nigga might just come thru'
While he at work what he gon' do?
Háblame bajito 
Que nadie se entere
Dímelo al oído
¿Qué es lo que tú quieres?
Háblame bajito
Mientras tú te mueves
Rózate conmigo
Dime si lo sientes, ehh
Jumbo El Que Produce Solo
O'Neill
Tainy
Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need; them trees, that hard, that powder
My niggas move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself
Bunch of niggas around, I'm still by myself
I drift off on a cloud, by myself
Thinkin 'bout nothin more, than life - what else?
These days it's hard to tell who really cares for me
So when you hear this song, you should say a prayer for me
I put a message in my music, hope it brightens your day
If times are hard when you hear it, know you'll be okay
A O.G. told me God's favorites have a hard time
You're out the hood, that's good, now stay on the grind
I'm a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I ab-sorb fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give me grace
God put a smile on my face
Ha-ha, God put this smile on my face
God make me shine like the sun
God make me shine like the sun
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one
 yeah
Shoutout to Reverand Floyd Flake
Creflo Dollar,
TD Jakes
Bishop Eddie L. Long. Easy-L shorty. Ha ha
Wooo! Feels good
Oh yeah, can't forget Bishop Morton
Cause my mama'll kill me, ha ha
Then I was in the second row the second time Em married Kim
Looking at Proof like, "How much you think this gon' cost them?"
Feels like a set up, Shaniqua's being nice to me
I rather a nigga just put a knife in me
Than go through the emotions, the confusion and commotions
Never die down in my head, they keep going
It feels like I'm God's punching bag on occasions
Amazing, on other days, I feel like I'm His favorite
I never bite my tongue, I just call a spade a spade
When life feeding me lemons, I just make lemonade
My nana beat cancer, it came back for a rematch
Life without my old girl, I couldn't see that
My grandpa was the strongest, then he broke down and I broke down
I looked around like if shit go bad now, who I'm gon' go to now?
That was his partner, see he knew everything about her
Now he's saying he don't wanna live without her
It feels like I'm going crazy
Nothing can save me
I'm goin' close to the edge, hey, hey
I can't stop staring out my window
Choppa and my pistol
I'm goin' out of my head, he-he-head
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
I know you like my style
But how much do you like my style?
You like how I break it down
Wanna get rich? I'll show you how
Em said you gon' like my style
Dre said you gon' like my style
I said you gon' like my style
You will like how I break it down
You're not really, really ready, ready
The drama'll have ya ass in trauma, boy
You're not really, really ready, ready
My knife flip open and then I gets to poking
You're not really, really ready, ready
Them shells start popping, them bodies gets to dropping
You're not really, really ready
You think you're ready? You're not
Really, really ready, ready
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
Set it off on yo' left, dog
Set it off on yo' right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tucked
'Til the speakers all blown, we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah, do that mayne
Shorty, hit me high then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thing on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
Nobody put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, it's the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, 'cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I stay with it
Hit the telly play with it in a major way get it
I do my thang, in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dancefloor jampacked, look
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
Set it off on yo' left, dog
Set it off on yo' right, dog
Set it off
Nigga, I said set it off!
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
If it wasn't for the flow
I'd probably have to double back, bubble crack
I'm a hustler
Who's that peeping in my window?
Wow—the Feds on me now
They know when I'm sleeping, they know when I'm wake
I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screaming, "Fuck Jake!"
I'm trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states
Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great
I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up
This town's one big pussy, waiting to get fucked
I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats
They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs
Then I'm back doing me, I'm back out on a spree
Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D
Get me a little crew, I'll have 'em pumping for me
The more product I take, the more paper we see
Change my name in NY, they don't know where I be
Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key
Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me?
That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me?
Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me?
Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly
I get mine the fast way, ski mask way
Make money, make money-money-money
Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way
Take money, take money-money-money
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music,  let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music,  let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music,  let's go
This is what you call rider music
All the gangsters are riding to it—c'mon, let's roll
I can show you how we do it
When we ride to that rider music,  let's go
Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout
Don't tell me what that bitch done said
I'm done with her, you can go with her
I'm leaving here with another bitch
Don't worry 'bout how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn, look at me
These pussy nigga be shooked at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
Had time to talk to my legal team
Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
Ain't shit they could do to me
Still rocking, still rolling
We holding, bill folding, you know it
When I start to ball out money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out
That's what I call my lifestyle
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon' be part of my body bag ritual
.45 lettin' off some shit at you
You gon' be put in a body bag
You won't get a chance to fire back
Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball 
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball 
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball 
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball 
Just a little bit, every now and then
Goddamn girl, we used to be friends
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Do you think about me? 
I know you think about me
You got to remember all the good times we had
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Just a little bit
I remember when you told me
That I'll always be special to you, darling
You were so special to me, do you think about me?
Oh, oh
Welcome to the South side
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Police get in the way
I'll murder them, I'll murder them
A nigga already got three strikes
I'll murder them, I said I'll murder them
Any motherfucker touch me
I'll murder them, I'll murder them
You don't believe me, wait and see
I'll murder them, you see I told you I'd murder them
You still in the projects nigga, you ain't going nowhere
You going to be there for the rest of your motherfucking life
And your mama saying: I'm supposed to tell you something, to encourage you
Something positive, alright:
Well, I ain't going to lie to you motherfucker;
You ain't going nowhere
Get yourself a beer, and get on the fucking curb {*gunshot*}
Fucking dirtbag {*gunshot*}
It's G-Unit and the D-P-G
From New York City to the L-B-C
I'll break it down for ya, I'm a P-I-M-P
When my gun go off nigga ask about me
Nigga look what done happened since yo bitch done chose
My wrist done froze
I'll show ya how I get them hoes
I spit that G that be fuckin' with they brain
Have em' on the track when it's freezin' in the rain
Spring on a bitch with the nerve to complain
Like bitch you dead wrong, you catch a date you’ll be warm
You said you want the finer things in life, you gotta go out and get it
And I'll be right here waitin' when you come back with it
Ya see I was born to break a bitch
My instructions'll make a bitch
I got me a New York Knicks, Celtics, and a Laker bitch
I got that G that make these hoes have a change of heart
I'm a natural, I been good at this from the start
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm cause I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin' C-R-I-P
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a crumb up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm and I'm a G
And I'm a motherfuckin' P-I-M-P
It's goin' down now with Fifty and Big Snoop Dogg
And the archbishop, Don 'Magic' Juan
Ridin' shotgun with WhooKid
The straight up pimp is crack-a-lackin'
It's pimps up, you know it's hoes down
It's green for the money, gold for the honey
We off and we runnin'
With Fifty and Snoop Dogg and the mackelineum
Keepin' it down playa
Pimps up, you know the rest
Church
I'm a hustler baby, can't escape my past
When I flipped Rocawear, I told 'em: 'Give me mine in cash'
Yeah, checks might bounce
Alphabet boys might check my accounts
Still hustling baby, hurry up, kill me
I'm already the GOAT, next stop is the billi
Young turbo, six speed 9/11
I'm revving I'm trying not to spill my merlot
When my girl go on world tour
Ladies I'm back on the street like I'm out on a furlough
I'm back clubbing, Ace of Spades bubblin'
Drink it from the bottle, who the fuck need a bucket?
I'm killing the block, multiple whips
So I'm killing the roof, like Michael Vick
Yeah!
Just call me Forbes.com
In case y'all forget New York is still mine, I get it
I get money, money I got 
Money-money I got, money-money I got 
You talking my language now baby
I wouldn't wanna be outside the borough on this one
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Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sell like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jux me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This ain't how moma raised me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggas runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, niggas cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggas would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rikers Island Bing Talk"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I ain't tryin' to do hard time like Pistol Pete
See, niggas uptown understand me in the street
You niggas uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha
 "Fuck You" 
 "I don't give a fuck" 
 "I don't give a fuck who you are"
 " Fuck You"
 "Niggas is this and that"
 "I'm even, even better than before"
 "I don't give a fuck who you are"
 "Fuck you"
 "Niggas is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Boy you forgot my style
Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?
The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy
Couldn't help but think ''nigga better you than me''
.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it
But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it
First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching
Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling ''drop it''
Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up
His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent
She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
In a room full of people came to pay their respect
I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check
That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it
That's his first taste, I mean his first case
Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped
This nigga here we still got that, yeah
First law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures
Trying to come up, still eating around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions
Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then
We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch
His wifey just sat there
, preachers weren't saying shit
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
These bitches acting up in here
Police they don't fucking care
Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit
Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit
He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball
You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off
I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split
Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit
Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga
We all can't win, some of us got to lose
Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves
Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened
He just went on and on till niggas started attacking
Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name
It's 50
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga you ain't saying nothing
Nigga, you ain't saying nothing, nigga, you ain't saying nothing
I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then cut ya
In case your dumbass wanna tussle
AR-15
, cooling system makes the shell case muffled
Scope, infrared, run you're still dead
Hit your calf, hit your ass, hit ya back, then your head
Contract killa, murder for the scrilla
Search, find a nigga, run up behind a nigga
Shoot car windows out to flatline a nigga
Gun pop, heart stop, homie this is heavy
You on your way to meet your maker, nigga are you ready
No exception to the rule, death is promised
Plus I just bought my niggas new Macs and llamas
Got respect for human life, but will accommodate you
One phone call and niggas will exterminate you
No future fucking with me, there's no tomorrow
Niggas'll run up on you tonight and hit you with hollows
Y'all niggas know 
Know what I'm about 
Fuck with my dough 
Then the guns come out 
Y'all niggas know 
Know what I'm about 
Fuck with my dough 
Then the guns come out 
I have the savoir-faire
I’m the reason, everybody, here, I said 
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin'? I really don't care, I said 
I wanna see, I, I wanna see ya move
And get all into the groove, I say 
I'm gettin' money man, I really don't care
Let me see you put your ass in the air, I said 
And get into it
You're now rockin' with the Unit, I say 
And get into it
We gon' show you just how we do it, I said 
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath, I said 
Aftermath
Still Shady Aftermath
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
My niggas caused a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial straight cut a fart
Disruption of a court, said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out, "Fire," then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl, but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talking that trash we'll pull your card
Knowing nothing in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said shit
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It
I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said "Oh, brother."
I throw it in the gutter, and go buy another
Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Cat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Cat got beat for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy he'll do some time
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
L.A. playa
Big Drum Beater
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The fellas causin' a riot in the county jail
Two days later in the municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Baliff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard
You come talkin' the trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life, but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Get busy, y'all!
Aw
You mothafucker!
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock mothafucka, like the hard three the hard way
I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh, brother
I'll throw it in the gutter and go buy another."
Walkin' home and I see the G ride
Now Cat is drivin' Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
A undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Cat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time
'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
L.A. playa
Big Drum beater
I went to get them out, but there was no bail
The fellas caused a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municipal court
Kilo G on trial cold cut a fart
"Disruption of the court," said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "Fire!", then came Suzy
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both upstate for attempted murder
'Cause the boys n' the hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
Yeah, I kicked a little ass
But that was a blast from the past, mothafucka
Get busy, y'all y'all y'all y'all!
Now I'ma break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
He used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
He must've been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I'm wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yeah I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
Because I'm a gangsta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A nigga with a serious ass attitude and a hundred percent street
And if you all wanna hear some more...
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafucka
Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?
Not exactly
And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?
Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my shit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
Taught, and damn, it's your fault
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N.W.A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session
What's your real age? No more questions
Still a nigga, once a nigga, always a nigga, down from the get-go
Never let go, never flossin'
Never slippin', never trippin', stickin'
Dick and my balls down your throat, doggy, listen
Niggas from the LBC, they never heard of ya, G
And niggas from the CPT ain't down with D-R-E
But you gave it up still, like a trooper
Let 'em play your jam, shake your hand and then they shoot ya
You can fool the people on the east coast and the mid-west
But In LA, you still can't pass the test
See, I can tell a pussy when I see one
Dre wearing lip stick that mean ya have to be one
You need to change your sex and your occupation
You try to fuck with E, nigga, run, run, run
'Cause if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on, G
Now if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on, G
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Tell you motherfuck—
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Tell you motherfucker—
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on motherfucker, then it's on
Whip-whip-whip it
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Tell you motherfuck—
Tell you motherfucker—
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on motherfucker, then it's on
Tell you motherfucker—
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Tell you motherfucker—
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on, motherfuckers who you fuckin' with
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Well, if it's on, motherfucker, then it's on
Whip-whip-whip it
Tell you motherfucker—
Tell you motherfuck—
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin' with, Eazy
Gimme that, that, that nut
Gimme that, that, that nut
Gimme that, that, that nut
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that nut
Gimme that, that, that nut
Gimme that, that, that nut
Gimme that, that, that nut
Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that nut
Jealousy is a motherfucker when you're the man
With the upper hand, I don't give a shit
Clock a grip like no other can
Wanna be like me, be a G like me
But I'm the nigga that made a G
Outta the bitch D-R-E, see
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
Everything was cool
Til he wanted to get what I get
Any other real G, Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
Now claimin' you a G
How does it feel to be me
Buckwheat is a wascal
That's no Christmas
And all the toys, boys and girls
Fuck ya wishes
I not happy, overjoyed in this motherfucker
No indo under my tree so Santa be a sucker
No shit on the roof, cough up Rudolph's nuts
When I was young I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be
Good ole hearing on the East
I'd stay awake just to let America know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fucking bullshit got played when I was five
Years old, just stay young, bold writing
Singing "Silent Night", caroling, reciting
Now all I want for Christmas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth
Uncle Eazy be the jeezy and just spread me a leaf
Little kids, don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fucking lie
On the third day of Christmas, my homeboys gave to me
Three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a A, muthafuckin' K, bitch
 &
Eazy-E
]
Eazy-E, oh, Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fucking Eazy Claus
Close the door, little bitch, I'm getting these draws
I'ma tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop
I don't give a fuck,
I'm getting Christmas cock
Ho, ho, ho and away I go
Oh Saint Nick's got a dick like a pole
Well, where's our shit?
This motherfucker's cheap
Shut the fuck up, bitches and go back to sleep
Yo black, what you want for Christmas?
For my Christmas, all the fucked up people
Want some corn-on-the-cob
A Jew will eat some matzoh ball soup, but a nigga'll eat some
Chitlins, watermelon, cornbread, and some Froot Loops
Now who's caroling in my window
Smokin' up indo
Mechalecha hi, make a high note
Get out my fucking yard with your camel
You wanna get busy and Santa like a..
I am a rhymer
The Atban Klann will make shit slam
, it's Christmas time
The Simple Simon Christmas make me jam, jam, jam
Yo black, what you want for Christmas?
Yo black, I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, chronic and some hash
]
Yo, here comes the Atban Klann rough and rugged
A rump pa bum bum
A rump pa bum bum
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
And have a fucked up new year
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
And have a fucked up new year
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
Merry muthafuckin' christmas
And have a fucked up new year
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
Merry muthafuckin' Christmas
And have a fucked up new year
[Outro: Eazy-E &
Mother
]
You Bitch!
And they all went to prison, and lived fucked up lives ever after. The End
I got the 9 and I'm finna straight creep
Feel I need to take another's life, so I peep
Checkin' the scene but stayin' low so I'm not seen
'Case I gotta get away, gotta make the shit clean, G
So I'm lookin' for a victim
Gotta be right, took my time and I picked 'em
Scoped shit,
then I licked him
Now I'm back in the news, no clues but yet another murder
You should have heard the nigga squeal when I stuck his ass
I had to grin 'cause it's funny, nigga, fuck his ass
He ain't the last and surely ain't the first, G
But his monkey ass rolled away in a hearse, G
So I'm feelin' somewhat relieved
Just another day in the life of the Eazy
A real G, so forget the silly shit you heard
It's do or die, Eazy-E gets that last word
'Cause it's the end of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head
Now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G
And I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know
Bitch ass niggas runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
'Cause it's the end of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head
Now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G
And I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know
Bitch ass niggas runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up 
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up 
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up 
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up 
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
(I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot)
Stacking up the money and there's more to collect
Cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveller's cheques
Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
Three motherfucking police staring at me; what to do now?
Hurry up and get armed
Alright, tell me, who hit the motherfucking alarm?
I'mma give ya a chance, and count to three
Or else five of y'all bitches are comin with me
(Alright, Alright, come on out niggas, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in)
Fuck you, we got hostages, and plenty of loot
And don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sending out the hostages, all except five
And if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
And take some pussy along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
But I smoked his ass before he got to the door
You stupid motherfucker trying to run
Now you're dead as fuck trying to race a gun
(Alright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
Or else the tear gas is about to blast)
I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
To a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin'
With screamin hostages, running and chokin'
Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped
At point blank range, by a motherfucking cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
Cause a nigga like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
EAZ-Y...
Yo man, you weren't born in no '73
Why you be lyin' bout your age?
Man, why you gotta bring that up?
Yo, get this fool outta here!
Hey Eazy why you always cussin' on your records?
Who are you, Gene Autry or somethin'?
I just do that to get my point across
Now I wanna know who you came to see
EAZ-Y...
Aw, never, I'm just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear
So a register is all I hear
Money overturned, then I jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how Eazy duz it
EAZ-Y
We want Eazy...
Woo, woo!
I creep and I crawl and I creep
I creep and I crawl and I creep
I creep and I crawl and I creep
I creep and I crawl and I creep
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ha ha ha ha!
I let my demons lose when I hit the 8 juice
And I leave a trail of stiffs when I'm high of a spliff
Niggas talk shit so I talk a lot of shit, too
Niggas wanna diss, fuck them and their whole crew
In fact niggas thank ya for stockin' a niggas bank up
Yeah, I'm livin' swell but I'm a gangsta like
Dresta
No not the doctor, physician or the MD
Dresta's an O.G., Doc is a phony
Only the real real still can chill with me
And the rest can't fuck with E
'Cause I'm the O.G. that'll bring you down
The devil's son in law,
king of the underground
Good to go with the flow that I throw
Givin' ya mo' to let a motherfucker know
That I can get wreck on the set and make ya small
'Cause you know I ain't a joke
I'm a motherfuckin' loc
, and my name is Eazy-E
Eazy muthaphukkin E
But you bitches can just call me E
A real nigga from the C-P-T
Kickin' ass and asking questions later
Oh yeah, don't get smoked, loc
And I'm out, motherfuckers
The boy's good—I told you, boy
The nigga got talent—you don't know a damn thing
He still is knee-high, muthafucka
That's that old Z.Z. Hill, huh? Ha ha ha
I tell ya, boy, I can do the Mashed Potato, nigga, what can you do?
Boogaloo?! That old shit been played out back in 1967
Yeah, keepin' it real for the '9-5
For all you niggas out there that's true to the motherfuckin' game
N.W.A.'s back in this, bitch
And busta-ass niggas don't even understand it
Yo, Yella, kick that shit
Dr. Dre
Straight busta
Never broke a law in his life
Besides beatin' up Ricky Harris' wife
Haha
Snoop Dogg
From a high top fade to sportin' braids
Now he's laid
Fame no fortune
And gettin' played, not payed, played
Treated like a prostitute
And we all know who's doin' the pimpin'
Daz, don't be a follower, be a leader
And stay off the next man's nuts
Kurupt, the Kingpin, sticks with the 6-0's
Cause you don't need those other hoes
Cause they're about to go up in you
But only if you let 'em
*laughing*
Death Row, really doe, ba-by
*bang*
*cries*
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it
Only if you want it
Yes, I really want it
Only if you want it
Yes, I really want it
Only if you want it
Yes, I really want it
Only if you want it
Yes, I really want it
They say that some of them bust them pieces and some of them run up to get that leak-leak
Everybody else, everybody else, I'mma shoot to kill ya
Some of them bust them pieces, some of them run up to get that leak-leak
Everybody else, everybody else, I'mma shoot to kill ya
Boom, boom, boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
Boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
Yaa, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
Boom, boom, had to murda 'em
Yaa
They say that some of them bust them pieces and some of them run up to get that leak-leak
Boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
Everybody else, everybody else, I'mma shoot to kill ya
Boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
Yaa
Some of them bust them pieces, some of them run up to get that leak-leak
Boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
Yaa
Everybody else, everybody else, I'mma shoot to kill ya
Boom, boom, had to murda ‘em
He's dead!
I'm sorry, Billy
If you got love for dem gangstas
Let me hear you one time
If you down for the crime 
If you got love for dem hustlas
Let me hear you say hooo
If you makin' straight dough 
If you got love for dem playas
Let me hear you say ooooh, ladies, we want you 
If you got love for dem straight G's
Let me hear you mothafuckas just scream 
24 hours to live
But I don't wanna die
24 hours to live
Oh why, oh why?
Must die
X2
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it's last 24 hours
In an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1,037 1/3 mph, how do you define time?
What is a minute?
How important is an hour when 24 hours becomes a lifetime
Oooooh, so define how do we define time?
Now you choose
How will you spend your last 24 hours?
C'mon..talk to me
3X  
24 hours to live
But I don't wanna die
24 hours to live
Oh why, oh why?
Must die
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Hit them swithez 
Hit them swithez 
Hit the swithez 
Make it bounce 
Hit them swithez 
Hit them swithez 
Hit the swithez 
Make it bounce 
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
When I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
That's right nigga
We back
That real gangsta shit
From one of the realest niggas in this game
You know his name nigga
I got beat for the street, to the beach I'll be rollin'
Never see me strollin'
40s I be holdin'
Girls in the Daisies
Drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows, as I turned on my A/C
Rollin' down Crenshaw see tha hoes jockin'
Sunday night's poppin'
See the foes hoppin'
My stereos bump at that A-T-L funk
You can call it what you want
Either way that shit bumps
Bein' a gangsta is so neat, yeah
Gangsta beat for the street
'Cause I'm a ruthless villain, cold tearin' shit up
Don't come on my face, pumpin' no kind of junk
Eazy-E's in control and if you press your luck
I'll smoke you like that and won't give a fuck
Eazy-E:
Yo Ren?
MC Ren:
What's up?
Eazy-E:
Let's get the fuck outta here!
Eazy and Ren is fucking it up again
Scheming up a plot before we begin
Because niggas like to stare like a bitch sometimes
They say how could them niggas have some hell of a rhymes
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
When the two baddest motherfuckers step on the scene
Now this is some shit - Yo what are you saying
You stupid motherfuckers, they think I'm playing
Talking all kind of shit but I'm cracking it up
I can afford to laugh 'cause I'm backing it up
I'm not a buster I'm more like a hitman
So if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
You don't like the fuck away from me
So you can stop the shit, trying to fuck the E
You heard what he said and it's the truth so whats up
So if you want me to go well I'm about to nut up
The two baddest motherfuckers alive
So I don't think that you and your boys can survive
You got a girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the ho
A train was in effect and your bitch was rocked
By a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop
Yo Ren lets jet let's get the fuck on out
Because everybody knows what we're talking about
We're two hard motherfuckers
Two of the hardest motherfuckers
Two of the hardest motherfuckers
Two of the hardest motherfuckers
Two of the hardest motherfuckers
Two of the hardest motherfuckers
Like that like that
Break it down again, come on Yella, break it down
Can I get a another roll 
It little simple for you
Break it down to break shine
Let me get a funky roll right here
Aight on the 3, on the 2
Ah yeah, here we go y'all, break it down on the 1
Here we go, let me get a funky roll right here
Two times, two time, two time..
You biiiiiiiitch
, that's fucked up
Go to hell 
We dedicate this number to you 
This one's for you
This evening's news report
See you 'round, buddy boy
[I'm the type of nigga
That smokes motherfuckers
I'm the type of nigga
That smokes motherfuckers
I don't give a fuck, fuck
Smoke motherfuckers
I'ma smoke motherfuckers
'Cause I'm the "E"]
You can't check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the stretcher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
That thinks his heart is much bigger than a trigger
So I can show how to put in work:
The Ruthless network drive-by experts
Straight outta Compton, kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a chance to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now I got two more golf-hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that?
That's my little friend
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
Smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
Oh, give me some Zig-Zags
and two packs of
Doublemint
Yo Dresta
What's up
Did you bring back some gum?
Hell yeah
Good, now a nigga breath won't be yo hum
Now pass me a stick
So I can spit game at this trick
Cause beer breath and tricks don't mix
Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank
Cause my breath always stank every time I take a drank
40's I be downin', I'm drownin' myself
Let me hit the joint and I'll be clownin' everybody else
You won't be clownin' me, cause I got jokes for your trick ass
Oh bitch you tryin' tah bag, I got jokes for your bitch ass
Well, let me hit the joint once again and we can go, G
But, oh, let me take another sip off the O.E
N.W.A. - Niggas With Attitude. We're underground reporters we tell about, you know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know, around in Compton, in our area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the fuck's going around by you. But frankly, we don't give a fuck, you know. Most kids in Compton don't give a fuck who the mayor or the president is. You know they're not even interested in votin'' and the police, you know what I'm sayin'?
I say fuck 'em
.
: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We're for bite just like TNT. Yo, what's the time?
: Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when your 12" record is coming out
: Yo, it ought to be out real soon, so just keep looking in your local record store!
 Yo, can I speak to Dre?
: Yo what's up? This is Dre
 Hey Dre, this is Stan. Remember me?
: Yeah man, I remember you! What's up, homeboy?
: Yeah man, I play guitar on this record! I wanna know when I get Paid, motha...?
{Plop}
: You got ganked...
Hello, you're on the air. What's up?
: Hello, we'd like to speak to that cutie pie DJ Speed
: Yo, this is DJ Speed. What's up?
: The joke's on you, Jack! Hahaha!
: Hello, you're on the air
: Hey, what's up ? This is
Nasty Ness
callin' from Seattle
: Hey, what's happenin', homeboy?
: I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"
: Man, you're late. The record is already o...
19 muthaphukkin 9-3
And I'm back in this, bitch
Eazy-muthaphukkin-E the hip hop thugsta
Shout goes out to those fake-ass notorious, hahaha
Muthaphukkin wannabes
I'd like to say what's up to my bitch Dre, haha
What's up honey?
Hoe gon make E some mo' money, baby
And to that skinny ass, punk muthaphukkin mangy-ass trick
Snoop Doggy Doggy Dogg, what's up nigga
Dog catchers about to get ya
Muthaphukkin mutt
And if y'all niggas don't know what's up
Y'all better ask somebody
Y'all better ask somebody
Y'all better ask somebody
Bitches comin' with it for doublemint
Lookin' for ya homies
Hoes blow me like they owe me
I got a strip I hit when I'm lonely
Hit a bitch with a whip and she'll run like Toby
So never clown me fool I'm from the true school
Wit true sluts lookin' for a crew screw
I flip and I flow when they go kinda low
Ho better have my dough
so suck silly
Hookers could stay
Oh, you don't touch nuts? Really? Hooker, good day
Adios, disappear like a smoke
,
your ejected
By a dick that's erect bitch
Sometimes I think I'm losin' it, a lunatic
With a lot of automatic shit with clips
It ain't no thang to me it's the same ol' slang to me
I roll with a long size gang with me
Throwin' harder with Barbara
Seein' sexy with Betsy
Gettin' ready for Betty
I hit the hooker heavy
I hit the hooker heavy
Ready to.... 
One more time for the rhyme again
Comin' from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
(Just to let you know
Just to let you know)
One more time for the rhyme again
Comin' from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
(Just to let you know
Just to let you know)
You have your own freedom of choice
So you do what the fuck you feel like doin'
Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named Eazy-E
"I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me though he die, yet shall re-live.
And whoever lives and believes in me shall never die.
Shhhhhhhh, shut up, bitch.
Fear not them which kill the body. Rather fear him that's able to destroy both body and soul in hell.
Get thee behind me Satan and push me along."
"All this power I will give thee, if thou there for will worship me, all shall be thine."
"Come with me, bitch, as we walk through the door backwards.
Heaven in art which father our, our father which art in heaven."
*gunshot*
"See ya 'round, buddy boy."
Eazy-muthaphukkin-E
The hip-hop thugsta
From the CPT
Compton style
Real niggas
Nigga for life
We don't die 
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
And my Godson Derik, Little D
To all his family
To his wife and everybody who loved him
And the people that didn't love 'em
Yo E, tell these niggas whats up
"I say fuck 'em"
*laughing*
I tried that's right fuck these motherfuckers
To all the real niggas out there
We still in this, motherfucker
Beware ... '96 style ... '96 style
Yeah big man, we out
As I was sayin' before
See ya 'round, buddy boy
I'm feelin' to fuck all
Goodbye
*laughing*
Oooh shit
Like Ballpark Franks baby
Plump when you cook 'em
You know what I mean
My dick gets
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh up
Higher than a muthafucka
Shit thats sure enough funky right there
Yo E, kick some knowledge man explain to 'em
What you mean
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh
Shit don't find the phillie baby
Let it all hang out
I feel it comin' 
It's comin' out 
Kick it one more time
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh
Oh yeah E give me a solo
It all happens on Eazy Street
You stupid muthafucka!
I heard the streets been talking
He keeps saying my name, that nigga Game gonna be layin' in a coffin
I'm a motherfucking prince of Compton
First and last
Don't make me the first to blast
You're the type I will merk, you laugh
Cause youse a fony
Walk around like you was the homie
Knowin' damn well you was never close 2 E
Jayceon I don't know who the hell you supposed to be
On my block I got homies who can pose to squeeze
And have a motherfucker layin' face down to the streets
Certified G and I didn't have to pay for that
Knowing E brought you all your little fame in rap
I drop sixteen now I'm gettin paid for rap
How lame is that
You sound just like a bitch when she start to bleed
You gonna have a nigga trippin' once he spark this weed
The Olde E'keep a nigga straight, fuck that Vodka
Can't waste time dealin' with these punk impostors
Had to holler at the doctor so he know what's poppin
Little E is the name and I'm coming from Compton...
Real recognize real my nigga
Used to be a stripper in the club, cause you ain't no killer
Loc nigga to the death know the set I claim
In the hood homies  never said you bang
If I can change a motherfucker in the New Nork minute
You from Compton, but keep puttin' New York in it
I'm a west-coast nigga I get respect from both
The tattoo on your arm is disrespectful loc
Gotta smoke cause this nigga keep working my nerves
I'm a have that butterfly in his face on a curve
Get served try to hit me with a come-back verse
Already known in the streets I'm a come back worse
The truth hurts
And I hate to expose yo homie
Before The Game ya nickname it was dosia homie
He's a phony and a fake can't relate to E
Certified and I'm coming from the
C.P.T
Well, its the Knock Out, definition original baby gangster
Approach me like you hard, little buster
I'm bank ya
Shank ya, with my damn shank, if i have ta
Dr Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
But this time your dealing with some real last brothers
G's, fool please, don't try to step
See if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
See, young brothers like me will break ya off somthing
Claiming my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggas like Dogg is what I call wanna be's and ain't nothing compared to Real Compton City G's
Stomp him in his track and
Show him that I'm ruthless
I never met an OG who never did nothing wrong
You tried to dis the Eazy-E so now sucker it's on you
And your Doggy Dogg, think that yall hogging it
Both of you tricks can come and suck my doggy ****
Beating up a woman don't make you it
But then again some brothers think it makes a man
Damn it's a trip how Dre can switch so quick
From wearing lipstick to smoking on ******* at picnics
And now you think your bigger
But to me you ain't nothing but trick ass buster
That ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear your getting treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get yo ass popped with a Smith and Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to Real Compton City G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, What's up? *bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre  *Bang*
Boy, ya should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre  *bang*
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre  *bang*
Boy you should have known by now
Eazy-Duz-It
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It
Punk niggas always tryna hate and they be always talking shit
But when they sober they all hesitate cause they don't know who they fucking with
Long live real gangsta shit and tell your ho to get off my dick
'Cause we gone finish up the legacy and keep the family so legit
I meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
We meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
I meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
Wemeet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
I meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
We meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
I meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
Wemeet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
I meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
We meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
I meet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
Wemeet 'em, treat 'em, fuck 'em, Eazy 1, 2, 3
God bless these niggas like ha'chu 
Cuz I'll leave a nigga dead if I have to 
Praying to the Lord tell him touch you 
Cuz I'll leave your ass dead nigga fuck you 
It'll be one less nigga, fucking around with my figures
Yo' ass won't get no bigger
I'm so fast when I pull that trigger, don't test me
E.S.C. for me new generation Compton G
In the hood it's understood, don't fuck around with Eazy-E
Gotta have these hoes on point when I sit back and smoke this joint
Do you nigga I can't hate ya keep it gangsta that's my nature
God bless these niggas like ha'chu 
Cuz I'll leave a nigga dead if I have to 
Praying to the Lord tell him touch you 
Cuz I'll leave your ass dead nigga fuck you 
Now look at me and not the poster
And you could see right off I got the most of
The talent, experience or a trade
And compliments for the rhyme that's made
Top song of the day is this one
So pick another artist and dis one
I got the ballet of the chosen vote
'Cause I don't need water to clear my throat
Comin' from the rain the show is like dancin'
Nasty like and the girls are like glancin'
Wantin' to get wit me this routine
Keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean
Can ya dis this man I don't think so
Once I start writin' the way I let the ink go
Comin' out with songs like hit after hit
'Cause this is legit and yours ain't shit
Makin' it sound so dope 'cause I'm a genius
But your amazed with ya happy to see this
Brother go crazy on wax
Flowin' away like if I was on a sax
Doin' a solo in the shade, I'm a spotlight
Relax and chill while your uptight
Pumpin' up the funky sounds
Yo, you should know it's kinda persist
That the E is gonna break it down
O.k. have to hear it
Let me hear it
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy, O.k
And that's the way I like it
You know that's right right
Alright can I kick it
I mean can I stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright I want you to turn
Round and let me hit it from the back ok
Alright you like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can I eat it, I mean can I lick it
Can I stick my tongue all in it
Like it like that, baby
Yes baby
Right there Right there uuh
Oh yeah baby
Oh yeah
Oh Eric
As I was sayin' before about this other bitch
That's fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassing her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassing her give a nigga some pussy
Know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
But anyway bitch probably lyin' anyway you know what I mean
Because in L.A. there's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet, or get took off
Y'all know the time, it's time to get ill
Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia
Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia
Oooh, L.A. ~ Cal-I-forn-ia
City of angels.. Hollywood.. we love it
Because in L.A. there's things you do not do
First of all, homeboy, don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet, or get took off
That
ruthless
life, life is what we live
That's how we live, nigga!
Gimmie that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit!
That
ruthless
life, life is what we live
That's how we live, nigga!
Gimmie that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit!
That
ruthless
life, life is what we live
That's how we live, nigga!
Gimmie that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit!
That
ruthless
life, life is what we live
That's how we live, nigga!
Gimmie that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit!
That
ruthless
life, life is what we live
That's how we live, nigga!
Gimmie that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit!
That
ruthless
life, life is what we live
That's how we live, nigga!
Gimmie that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit, that gangsta shit!
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10, and it reads:
It's time to put some niggas in check
When you shoot a gun, hot shells eject
Catch 'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for fingerprints
You ask why am I like this
'Cause you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it how I know it, just hope the fuck I don't show it
Niggas out frontin', loitering and looting
Let's recreate a drive-by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun, Mack-10 and an AK
They roll through to a line of niggas
It was 9 just like the fuck they figured
Go around the corner come back real slow
Lights off, car's in neutral, rollin' at a snail's pace and creepin'
Hoping to catch all of them sleepin'
A so-called gang, drugs and sex 
Start busting a cap and all the others jet, 3 of 'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scene, with gunshot wounds
3 dead because Compton is scandalous
I'd like to tell you, brother, ashes to ashes, dust to dust 
Da da da
No it ain't, you fucked up, you fucked up 
No, it ain't
I dont drink *** monkey
Like the beat funky
Nick name Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kickin
To show my sh*t
Rappin holdin of my d*ck
Boy I dont quit
Crime rappin mutha f*cka
From around the way
I gotta sick shooter
Yo mean hombre
Rollin through the hood
To find the boys
Kick dust and cuss
Crank up some noise
Police on my drawers
I have to pause
40 ounce in my lap
And it's freezin my balls
I Hooked a right turn
Let the boys go past
And I say to myself
'They can kiss my a**'
** Get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape
Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
Turn the shit up
Have the base cold rompin
Crusin through the East Side
South of Compton
See a big a**
And I said 'word'
I took a look at the face
And the bitch was to the curb
Hoe on my tipp
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's F*cked up
An got the 8-Ball rollin'
Courus
Who Kickin' a**?
Raised in LA
Crusin down the street in my 6-4
Ridin Los Loses
Lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound
To diss the law
Stopped at a light
And had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost
Wreaked my shit
Flipped his a** off
** to the floor
Bottle was empty
So I went to the store
Nigga on tilt
Cause I was drunk
Seen a sissy a** punk
Had to go in my trunk
Reached inside
Cause it's like that
Came back out
With a silver gat
Fired at the punk
And it was all because
I had to show the nigga
What time it was
Put up the Jam
It ends like a mirage
A sissy like that
Got out of dodge
Suckers on me
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's F*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
 x6
Old East 800
Cause thats my brand
Take it in a bottle
40, Quart, or Can
Drink it like a mad man
Yes I do
F**K the police
And a 502
Stepped in the party
I was drunk as hell
Three b**ches already said
'Eric yo breath smells'
40 ounce in hand
Thats what I got
Stepped on yo foot
Cold dissed yo hoe
Asked her to dance
And she said 'hell no'
Called her a b**ch
Cause thats the rule
Boyz in the hood
Tryin to keep me cool
You tell my homeboy
You wanna kick my but
I walked in your face
And we get them up
I start droppin the dogs
And watch you fold
Straight dumb fulla cum
Got knocked out cold
(Made you look sick
You snotty nosed prick
Now yo fly b**ch
Is all over his d**k)
Punk got dropped
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
Courus
Pass the brew M*tha F*ckas
While I trash shit up
And yall listen up close to role call:
Eazy-E's in the place
I got money and juice
Rondevues with me
And we make the duce
Dre makes the beat
So g*d damn funky
Do the old 8
F*ck the Brass Monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes
That I say
Hail to the niggas
From CIA
Cazy beat/D is down
And in effect
We make hard core jams
So f**k respect
Make a toast toast puppy punk
To the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
E-A-Z-Y, must I
Chase the cat and be a dog, a straight up hog
I leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat
So I can hear my record bumpin' on the Compton street
That OG, P-I-M-P and Loc, G and Loc
Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya
Straight to the dirt, fool I do work
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
That's how it is when it come to me
Cuz I'm the short but wicked playa named Eazy
Women can't play me, some say I'm crazy
But I don't think so, come if you're a loco
I gives a damn about a skanless trick
Let me hit it one time and trick that sick
But don't trip, gives my dough to no ho
That's how it is, I got no love for ya
If you got love for them gangstas
Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime 
If you got love for them hustlas
Let me hear you say hooo if you makin' straight dough 
If you got love for them playas
Let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you 
If you got love for them straight Gs
And you wanna be down just scream 
Still fuck 'em
These niggas want a G like me
A nigga A, B, and C, like Eaze, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas wanna tour like me
Ride Bentley, cruise the world like me, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas want a floss like mine
They want Rolex that costs like mine, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas wanna blow my trees
And drop the rag on the 'Rari like Eaze, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas want a G like me
A nigga A, B, and C, like Eaze, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas wanna tour like me
Ride Bentley, cruise the world like me, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas want a floss like mine
They want Rolex that costs like mine, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
These niggas wanna blow my trees
And drop the rag on the 'Rari like Eaze, but, nigga
Still fuck 'em
Yeah, Eazy mothafucking E
And that real nigga Paperboy
Uh, and me? I'm Phalos Mode
Rhythm D on the track, biatch
Have you ever seen her
That mad bitch that they call Chan
24/7 with the Glock in my hand
Now god damn
I'm ??? up the cental strips
Comin' in the chevy
Hopin' with the heat
Deep, rolling as we mobb to the beach
I got the silver gat and the great ????
Dick Tracy, all on my nuts like Cagny and Lacy
It don't faze me,
Ruthless is the label that pays me
But this one H.K weighs a ton, words are yellow with
The porno freaks on a run, bring ya condoms in the kingdom
Huh ho from the ceilin' to the floor, infared at ya window
Plus the E go hangin' out the beamer, though
Drop shit like a seagull, for the people
Ho's make a contribution, but y'all don't hear me tho
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
Tuck it next to my dick, pull them up real tight
Just in case it's on and a nigga gotta fight
Or a nigga gotta bust, but who in the fuck said "In God I trust"?
The shit went down, everybody started runnin'
Bitches screamin' and the bullets kept comin'
Ran into a nigga tryna to save mine
Reached for my gun, ah shit
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 
Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted
Reminiscin' how she looked in a casket
It—It fucked me up, man
I-I—Keep it real—I remember
Yeah, I remember exactly how she looked
When I, when I went in there I was—I was, I w—I had just finished smoking
And I—she wasn't switching no more, though and I...
She didn't look the same, the bitch was stripped
I-I don't mean to call her bitch but, the bitch didn't look the same, and...
Fuck the bitch, she dead now
But she looked she had just smoked a joint. I'm not—
Done deal, done deal
I mean... I know death—I know death ain't to be played with, but
The bitch didn't look dead, she looked—
We all gotta go
She looked high
There's difference between being high and being dead
Just, dead don't feel like being high, I...
Make your last bid
We get to poppin' shots
Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the block is hot
Niggas know my C's in C the PT got it locked
Try me, get knocked on GD's
The boys in the hood, they knock my CD
'Cause I grew up in the hood, and not on TV
I keep my , ya roll with gangstas
Blue flag, new rag top on them Daytons
 jacked, coupe ass drop on them scrapers
It's just some tools that I keep to attract them haters
Get in a bitch head like activated
E a mack, he a whack-ass Captain Sava
I stack my paper, boy stack ya 
This Eazy, I'm Compton's actin' mayor
Straight cruisin' down the street in my six-fo'
Knockin' the freaks, mackin' at hoes
Black Super Sport, everything original
Top down, two deep, fo' pistols roll
Boys in the hood!
We stackin' and bangin' colors
What's crackin' on one another
Still claimin' sets in the gutter
Boys in the hood!
We slangin' and sellin' bud off a brother
You get wet if you ain't under our own bruh
Boys in the hood!
We ganstas and nothin' other
Still duckin' them undercovers
We some bad motherfuckers
Boys in the hood!
We get to poppin' shots
Now the one-time's comin' 'cause the-
Policeman: hey, step out of the car
Back to the set as I jet,  about the  that I wet 
Everybody in the house!
Come on, say Eazy, Come on!
Come on, say it, say it, say it!
Ayo Eazy, kick me another verse
Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it
So you won't strike it
I took it and I hyped it
And now that it's done, I know ya pleased
At how the E just duz it with ease
Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin'
Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z
From the H-double-O-D
N.W.A., down with me
Strong 'n' I'm ragin'
Turn the page 'n'
See I'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge 'n'
Nuthin' can avoid this shot cause it's hittin'
It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker
Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see
Everybody come on!
Get those hands back in the air!
Come on, say it, say it, say it
Come on, everybody, come on!
I can't hear you
A little louder, come on, say it!
Come on, say it, say it, say it
Ayo Yella boy, you know what time it is
Wassup?
I wear my pants like this for easy access, baby
Yeah, that's right
Now I wanna know who ya came to see
Ayo, this record's almost over
...so that means y'all gotta get hyped up!
Come on, say it, say it, say it!
Do it, do it, do it, do it!
Everybody in the house!
Come on, say Eazy, come on!
Ayo, who y'all want?
Ayo Ren, let's kick another verse
Ren and Dre, the Villian and the Doctor together
Yo we can rock by ourselves, but we're together whenever
A funky track is included, it's getting better, not worse
Especially when Eazy's here to kick another verse
Aw, never, I'm just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear
So a register is all I hear
Money overturned, then I jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how Eazy duz it
Ha ha ha ha!
Who y'all want?
Aw yeah
All of me
Why not take all of me?
Who'd y'all come to see
Yeah
Yeah
Can I get down one time?
Yeah, you know what time it is
Yo stag, give me a funky solo homeboy
All of me
Why not take all of me?
Turn this mother out!
All of me
Why not take all of me?
Alright
Have a break right here
Check this out
*scatting*
Yo we just dropped a bomb on you
Check it out
Said it before, a miracle, a lyrical, and ever
Something that suckers can never sever
Sit for a second and check what jockeys are brazing
Pure dope, figure it out like amazing
Come to grips with the fact, Eazy-E ain't a lightweight
Nervous never, you could get broke with your brake
So if you're smart, take me from the start
The boyz 'n the hood are always hard
Time for a show, the stage I hit, and it's legit
'Cuz the crowd be like tripping and the girls be having a fit
It's like a riot, someone said I'm at the high
Everybody wants to scream and I try to get 'em quiet
To continue, never the less, they're on a mission to perditious
And to be in company with my permission
Exceptional, speaking of the E in Eazy-E
I gotta hear it, tell 'em who you came to see
Hahahah, 5150
*LAUGHING*
The home for the sick
*LAUGHING*
But I got something I want everybody to know
*LAUGHING*
Hey buddy boy, hey buddy   buddy boy, hey
You know who you are, motherfucker
*LAUGHING*
You thought I couldn't do it with out ya right
*LAUGHING*
You stupid motherfucker, but anyway, buddy, I'm baaaaaaack
*LAUGHING*
Eat a dick up, motherfucker
They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive
Eazy muthaphukkin E, muthaphukkin god father of gangsta rap
They say real niggas was dead but this nigga be alive
Well I'm Eazy-E I got woman galore 
Fuck it , the new, the old, the ordinary
Obviously, you can't hang with my commentary
I don't give a fuck what's up, you wanna get up?
Nope, cause you a sucker motherfucker
Dre kicks the bass, and I talk shit
That's it, that's all
Because to call a bitch a bitch, you gotta have balls
Slap a hoe across the face, and talk shit to the motherfuckin' kick, of the motherfuckin' bass
]
Didn't I tell you that nigga was crazy
Remind me of that  motherfucker
Y'know he sayin' howdy, howdy, howdy, howdy, howw
You back off you ugly motherfucker
Lick my balls motherfucker!
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this dumb shit
Ayo Yella Boy, why don't you rewind it)
Niggas don't see I'm a 100 percent legit
And you know it ain't about all that bullshit
It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch
But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho' 
Just throwin' me the pussy 
She says she wants to do it like a doggy 
She's bad, nobody is badder
But she got more crabs than a seafood platter 
Bitch on the gank move , to skeaze me
Just to say "I got fucked by Eazy" 
So I slapped the ho' like a pimp
I might be a woman-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan, it's outta my mouth 
You don't like what I'm talkin' about? 
All of y'all can just suck my dick
You could quote me now 'cause I'm still talkin' shit
 + Eazy-E]
This ain't no CP Hill, motherfucker
This sound like that Parliament Funk 
Yo yo, watch me do this
*piano notes*
{?}
Ester, I'm coming to see ya honey
That boy Eazy, and the nigga on the side, you know, that right around the corner from him
The nigga be livin' around the corner
Nigga, I was in 3 World Wars, nigga
I'm still talkin shit!
I used to court the motherfucker, I used to change his shitty ass diapers
He ain't lyin'
Put 'em up motherfucker, put 'em up
C'mon motherfucker
You better cut that old shit out, or I'll come over and pee on one y'all motherfuckers
Yeah, ain't nothing but a goddamn thang on my slang, I can rap, look
Rabba dabba slabba, ey, and if you want something else, buy the album bitch
Nigga give me 24 more
I take my shit and villain be out the fucking door
The only thing I can to is grab my nuts slow
While y'all be chasing pussy, wasting time, getting blown
Sky diving, scuba diving
To Evel Knievel stunt car drivin'
Bungee cord jumpin' off a bridge
It's hard to breathe with a fractured rib
I can't take this shit
Let me see how much more time I got to spend
Hit more skins
Back up in her pussy
Up in the butt
I gotta let off
A few more nuts
I'm starting to panic
I'm starting to sweat
Cause I don't really wanna die yet
Dizzy spells, flashbacks in my head
Niggas ain't want me to bein' happy when I'm dead
But I ain't goin' out unless 30 niggas die
I'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide
Run into a crowd of niggas dyin' by the pistol
Took the motheruckin' whistle
Hell yeah
Tell you niggas what's up
Heard you thought this shit was over
It ain't over, motherfucker
We still Ruthless, motherfuckers
, yeah
We've been in this for more than a decade, bitches
More than a decade, motherfucka
Eazy-mothafuckin'-E
The
hip-hop thugsta
Hip-hop thugsta
Back up in your ass
Like a motherfuckin' hemorrhoid, bitch ass niggas
Know we was some cutthroat ass niggas
Way back
Eazy mothafuckin'-E
Hell yeah
I know you niggas is over 
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggas till they drop 
Yeah Keepin' it real for the 9-5
For all you niggas out there
Thats true to the muthaphukkin game
N.W.A.'s back in this bitch
And busta ass niggas don't even understand it
Yo yella kick that shit
Let me hear it
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy
And thats the way I like it
You know thats right
You know how to kick it
I mean can I stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright I want you to turn
Round so I can hit it from the back ok
You like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can I eat it, I mean can I lick it
Can I stick my tongue all in it
Right there uuh
Oh Eric
As I was sayin' before about this other bitch
Thats fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy
Know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
But bitch probably lyin' you know what I mean
It'll be one less nigga, fucking around with my figures
Yo ass won't get no bigger
I'm so fast when I pull that trigger, don't test me
E.s.c. for me new generation compton g
In the hood it's understood, don't fuck around with eazy e
Gotta have these hoes on point
When I sit back and smoke this joint
Do you nigga I can't hate ya
Keep it gangster thats my nature
But now I'm down to an hour 23
Time is moving fast, but not that slow
I thought I had an hour, but it's seconds left the go
I ran into the office
No more time is left
I ran up to the doctor with a bomb to my...
Shut the fuck up nigga
Cause you ain't seen shit
You ain't seen shit
You ain't seen shit
See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
So flawless, I'm lawless
Roll out the blue park, and I'm lookin' for targets
Watch them, he's hot don't knock him
That dude can't stop him, I'm one big problem
See  I told them that the game's over
I'm commercial without havin' to change over
A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut
Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what? 
Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that's when Marcy lost me
I'm a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy
Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly
 Still servin', still pitchin' it
Money on my mind so I'm still gettin' it
Mav. In the six, D.L. in the five
Four, three, two, one homie let's ride 
Chorus:
The legend continues. Lil E, Big Swoop, Bomb Squad
Ge'll ge'll lill stuff of that beat box (get get
Get a little stuff of that beat box)
West coast style from la
Yes I get's mine, it's got to be that way
It's sunny california that's where I be
If you forgot I chill with e
In the west I stand that's where you fall
Fell it where a punk goes snatching it all
Rhyme by rhyme record by e
In the city of l
With a devil like me
She's contaminated where the boys are hard
And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud
You wanna mess around
You better get wise
We'll find your but
And cut you down to size
Because
In la there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
La Cal I forn ia
City of angels... Hollywood
We love it
Because
In la there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
Cause they know me, but they don't know you
Lil E certified G, i'm the truth
Take me out the booth and i'm back on the streets
Doing that work, saying fuck the police
Cause they know me,but they don't know you
Lil E certified G, i'm the truth
Take me out the booth and i'm back on the streets
Doing that work, saying fuck the police
Cause they know me
Cause they know me.... x3
Thank you brother Z, so glad you came here to see you, man
And I am reverent Durag
And know, I won't do's ya wrong, I always do's ya right
And now it's time for that offering
So now, I'm finna pass around this plate
And I ga—want you guys to put in those dollar bills
You know, I don't want no change, I want the 10's and 20's
No 1s, no 5s, just 10s, 20s, 50s of course
'Cause I—a reverent's tryna come up, you know
'Cause he's driving that 1963 Falcon convertible
And I wanna be driving something nice like a 1991 Bentley Turbo
I know you wanna see the reverent driving the nice car
You don't wanna nobody out there bad-mouthing the reverent and everything
So I want you to put in that money, you know
Because there's a lot of things out there that you guys don't have
And that's Eazy
Can I hear you say "Eazy"? Two times, can I hear you say "Eazy, Eazy"?
Oh, thank you very much
Enoughs, I won't do's you wrong 'cause I always do's ya right
It's like two for the trouble, one for the time
Three for the Glock and four for the nine
Five for the shells, six for the clip
Seven for the fools that trip
Now listen 92. east side 3 is the beat
OG Frost rolling down the street
A cutie by a couple of freaks that we meet
So let me here you say "oh" if your down with the show
I like to bounce and rock, staid, then roll
But when I boot lift, it's like Ruthless Radio
Hit'em up, hit'em up 92. Trey
Ruthless Radio Show okay?
We got the bigger the week and Tony G
DJ Yella and Jesse
And everybody in the house say "Oh"
And for the ladies, another G, Julio
Yo, this is Eazy-E
You're listening to 92.3, The Beat
Yo Yella, kick it, kick it, kick it, kick it
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo, Dre! 
Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It
When you hit me on my phone betta know what cha want
When you call me, you already know, on the low
Im sayin Hey! I got that. I got that. I got that
I got. I gotta pocket fulla stones and im playin the corner
You want it, you already know, you sicko.Im sayin Hey!
About that. Hey! .about that. Hey! .about that. Hey! about. whoo!
Lemme tell you bout a nigga named E 
Im hittin corners in compton and movin work gettin profit
They tryna stop it but im so low key 
They say with dollars come power
Im stackin mines by the hour
Man fuck that coward!
Imma, get while the gettin's good
Got boyz in da hood
And bundles of Kush
Muthafucka George Bush!
See he ain't helpin us, the streets they respectin us
Government ain't tryna help, so we just invest in us
Do whatever for a buck, in the hustle I trust
Moved from the back of the bus to a Maybach in a tux
Livin that good life. Still Lovin that hood life
This for my homies who locked down and doin life
They not on the grind for em
We served that time for em
Can't see ya did it for me, so I feel like I owe em
Now Tim Ridin with me, everybody tryna get me
Till the day I die im livin filthy
Lemme tell ya bout this nigga named Tim
Im well known in them corners V.A. to California
The game sowed up and you wanna blame him
And throw yo side up
Homie nd ill throw minez up
Homie, till I retire
Only GOD knows when im Mr. Mo'endz
If you ain't talkin paper I tell ya Go'on then
I gotta team of goons they kidnapping grown men
Duck taping wife and kids, thinkin niggas gone then
An when I ride by, I'mma let 'em slugs fly
Bustin my forty five,say hi to the bad guy
Yea, my swag is stupid, my style is celebrity
So I dont really gotta shoot'cha you already dead to me
And I ain't stoppin for nothin, can't get enough of it
This dope game such a rush and a nigga lovin it
Fast money, Fast cars im on some other shit
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Dedicated to my father, Eric "Eazy-E" Wright, godfather of Gangsta Rap, a legend to always remember. Rest in peace, pop
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 Ki-ki kick it dre
Just in 1-2, 1-2
Right about now Eazy-E and Dr. Dre is in the motherfucking
Hoooooouuuuuuuuuuuse
Times are getting crazy
It's really hard to choose it
The Roadium's about to get funky fresh music
Eazy muthaphuckkin E and my homeboy Dr. Dre
MC Ren is in effect and you know we don't play
The Roadium is hitting but you know you can't leave
Until you get a def ass tape from Steve
Oh Steve Oh Steve Oh Steve
Just gimme just one more tape
Oh Steve Oh Steve Oh Steve
Just gimme just one more tape
Oh Steve Oh Steve Oh Steve 
Just gimme just one more tape 
Oh Steve Oh Steve Oh Steve
Just gimme just one more tape
Y-yeahh man I came down all the way to the Roadium swapmeet to pick up one of NWA tapes, man ... and I caught the homeboy Steve out there man he said "I'm fresh outta tapes", man, how the fuck you fresh outta tapes he said cause they selling like hotcakes an' shit, man ...
Why don't you call us again, Cube? 
Especially when you get your ass beat by Above The Law!  Motherfucker! See you 'round, buddy boy. 
 That's fucked up, that's fucked up
Go to hell 
We dedicate this number to you 
This one's for you, this one's for you!
You little bitch!
This evening's news report, Ice Cube has been reported to have his stomach pumped for 5 ounces of semen, news at 11
See you later, buddy!
Anyway let's get back down to some real shit! You know that nigga ain't real, but he ??? come on, let's roll
Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?
Not exactly
And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself?
Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my shit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
Thought, and damn so what?
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N.W.A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session
What's your real age?
No more questions!
Yeah dis ain't no fad bitch a get rich quick scheme
You seen these things trippin off infared beams
These fags left my fuckin pops rollin in his grave
And left his son rollin with his muthafuckin gauge
If ya look too wrong I'm a spray ya, maybe
Fuck  and they family baby
Shot em in his voicebox with a hot block
I popped them fuckin titties who's droppin em
Fuck da cities who's stoppin em
I'm just like this like click, click, click, pow
What now muthafucka what now
"I may not seem like a guy you would pick to preach a sermon. But I feel it is now time to testify because I do have folks who care about me hearing all kinds of stuff about what's up."
"Yeah, I was a brother on the streets of Compton doing a lot of things most people look down on -- but it did pay off. Then we started rapping about real stuff that shook up the LAPD and the FBI. But we got our message across big time, and everyone in America started paying attention to the boys in the 'hood."
"Soon our anger and hope got everyone riled up. There were great rewards for me personally, like fancy cars, gorgeous women and good living. Like real non-stop excitement. I'm not religious, but wrong or right, that's me."
"I'm not saying this because I'm looking for a soft cushion wherever I'm heading, I just feel that I've got thousands and thousands of young fans that have to learn about what's real when it comes to AIDS. Like the others before me, I would like to turn my own problem into something good that will reach out to all my homeboys and their kin. Because I want to save their asses before it's too late."
"I'm not looking to blame anyone except myself. I have learned in the last week that this thing is real, and it doesn't discriminate. It affects everyone.
My girl Tomika and I have been together for four years and we recently got married. She's good, she's kind and a wonderful mother.
We have a little boy who's a year old. Before Tomika I had other women. I have seven children by six different mothers. Maybe success was too good to me. I love all my kids and always took care of them."
"Now I'm in the biggest fight of my life, and it ain't easy. But I want to say much love to those who have been down to me. And thanks for your support."
Just remember: it's YOUR real time and YOUR real life.
So flawless, I'm lawless
Roll out the blue park, and I'm lookin' for targets
Watch them, he's hot don't knock him
That dude can't stop him, I'm one big problem
See  I told them that the game's over
I'm commercial without havin' to change over
A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut
Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what? 
Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that's when Marcy lost me
I'm a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy
Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly
 Still servin', still pitchin' it
Money on my mind so I'm still gettin' it
Mav. In the six, D.L. in the five
Four, three, two, one homie let's ride 
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 
Drop that ass like a '64 
Baby drop your ass like a '64 
Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 
So flawless, I'm lawless
Roll out the blue park, and I'm lookin' for targets
Watch them, he's hot don't knock him
That dude can't stop him, I'm one big problem
See  I told them that the game's over
I'm commercial without havin' to change over
A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut
Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what? 
Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that's when Marcy lost me
I'm a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy
Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly
 Still servin', still pitchin' it
Money on my mind so I'm still gettin' it
Mav. In the six, D.L. in the five
Four, three, two, one homie let's ride 
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 
Drop that ass like a '64 
Baby drop your ass like a '64 
Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 
Verse 3 BG Knoccout
Welllllll, it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangster
Approach me like you hard, little busta' imma bank ya'
Shank ya', with my d*mn shank, if i have ta'
Dr Dre an Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangsters, busta'z
But this time ya' dealin with some real a** brothaz
G's, fool please, don't try to step
Cuz if ya' do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
See, young brothaz like me, will break ya' off somthin
Claimin' my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Succaz' like ya'll is what I call wanna' be's and ain't nothin' compared
To real Compton city G'z
Stomp him in his traccs
Show him that I am ruthless
Yo Dre, What's up?  boy you should've known by now
Verse 4 Eazy E
I never met an OG who neva' did nothing wrong
You tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Succa' it's on you
And ya' Doggy Dogg, think that ya'll hoggin' it
Both of you triccs, can come and s*cc my doggy d*cc
Beatin' up a b*tch don't make ya' it, but then again some brothaz
Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip
How Dre could switch so quicc from wearin' lipsticc
To smokin' on Chronic at picnics, and now ya' think ya' bigger
But to me you ain't nothin but tricc' a** busta'
Dat ain't worth a food stamp, and at
Death Row, I hear ya' gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta' follow ya' seargents' directions, or get yo a**
Pumped with the Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to real Compton city G'z
Yo Dre, What's up? 
Boy you should've have known by now
Yo Dre  
Boy you should've have known by now
Yo Dre  
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
This is Will from Psychopathic Records. I'm joined today with none other than Lil Eazy-E. How ya doin', brother?
I'm good, big dog, how 'bout you?
Oh man, hanging in there. That's all we can do. Okay, first off, man, I am curious, what- what did you think about workin' on the charity single like "Sick Kidz"?
Ah, man, it was good. You know, I did um, I did a song a while back that never got released that was uh about all the kids in the world and how they're affected through just different things as losing their parents, being sick, you know, , anything like that, so to restructure that and, you know, years down the line to be a part of something that uh Violent J wanted to do, it was great. It was pretty touching. It was real cool. I was appreciative of doin' it, because you know, you wanna show a side individuals don't get to see of you there that you do work and that you do care about things outside of the lifestyle, the living and all that.  human beings, you know, me being a father care about, you know, the wellbeing of children.
Awesome, awesome. I couldn't agree more, man. Wish there was more artists like that. Uh, did you feel, did you feel uh that you had to go too far out of your comfort zone at all to write the lyrics for it?
Um, in a sense I did, and I actually laid my track, I wanted to see J's input on it, you know, because you know, I'm coming aggressive, but we're aggressive in the same zone, just speaking on the wellbeing of children, you know what I mean? So to stay in my zone is just to keep that same aggression, that, you know, that NWA as we all say, but moreso, I'm fightin' and I'm being and taking that anger opposed to things that should be done with the children and our care for their wellbeing.
Exactly. Okay. I know you're a big supporter for the JustCareNG and especially the Rethink HIV. I know you're a big supporter of that and big activist for that, so it didn't surprise me much that you were down to be a part of this charity tour.
Oh yeah, most definitely.
Did you have to give it, you know, much thought to agree to be on the tour to help the children?
Oh, not at all. Not at all, like, you know what I mean, and it's  that you'd acknowledge that, but a lot of people don't know that I have done a lot of  work, was one of the big overseas magazine as a big HIV, uh, AIDS awareness supporter, and, so no, not at all. It was not even a question.  do that, you know what I mean, uh, it's a given, you know what I mean, and I'm moreso appreciative of, you know, them offering their acts for me to sit there and be a part of it.
Awesome, awesome. Uh, it was an honor for us, believe that. I am curious, though, how was it performing on Juggalo Day Weekend 2016 at St. Andrew's Hall for all the Juggalos?
Oh man, it was amazing, amazing, it took me back, you know what I mean. The Juggalos, they're recognizable again, they're like two years in a row at the Gathering, so again it was just an honor, big dog,  I love their energy, you know what I'm saying, their extensions of having me as somebody, as part of their, you know, the family, you know what I mean? So,  big dog, just taking me back to the Gathering times.
Oh, dope, dope. Are there any, uh, current projects you're working on, or did you have to put anything on hold for this charity tour?
Yeah, actually I did. I'm a  and do like small little pre-productions while I'm on the road, but uh, actually my album that I'm finally gonna sit here and uh push out with the resurgence of Compton and my father's legacy, so I'm finally gonna sit there and put out my album The Yellow Brick Road To Compton, and some of the single that actually have been recorded beforehand, I actually will be performing on the tour, and I'm still grinding and recording while on tour.
Oh, not that is hella fresh. So it is called The Yellow Brick Road Of Compton?
Yellow Brick Road To Compton, yes.
To Compton. Fresh. Juggalos, get out there and get that.
Most definitely.
Okay, lastly, just curious you got anybody you wanna give shout-outs to or anything?
Oh man, there's the whole Juggalo family, all my whoop whoops, you know, they're my family gang, uh, Violent J, you know what I mean, Nova, everybody that's on the tour, you know, Bill, who's been amazing to help me out, you know, I appreciate you, you know, my whole Compton money gang, you know what I mean, my assistant who put this all together to keep this going,  entertainment, you know, my crew, you know, this whole Compton family, and that's how we do.
Beautifully said, my brother. Thank you very much for your time, and from all the Juggalos, whoop whoop.
Whoop whoop.
Yo, yo 
Yo, yo 
Yo, yo 
I get apes doin' crime, stomp niggas like grapes makin' wine 
Five CD's with mad rhymes 
Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin'
You really wanna stop niggas from dyin'? Stop niggas from tryin' 
'Cause I ain't really got that time to waste
And I thought I told you to get these fuckin' bums out my face 
Lookin' at you in your grill, it might be nice to cut 
Once I split your ass in two, you'll be twice as butt 
Yeah, you right, I know your style pussy, 'cause I'm fuckin' it 
Since we all here, you hold my dick while he suckin' it 
Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me?
Shove your head up your ass, have you seein' shit clearly 
Never heard that D be running , 'cause D be gunning
I beat my dick and bust off in your eye so you can see me comin'
Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind
And if they get me with the joint, they'll hit me with a three-to-nine
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that if you gon' pull that
What?
Where the fuckin' hood at?
Ayy, no one's fuckin' with me, nigga 
For real 
I am the hood 
I am the streets 
You bitch-ass nigga 
Take it how you want, motherfucker 
I'm in the hood all day 
I think I'm, like, the only nigga, dog 
That can go to the projects 
By his fuckin' self and be good 
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my projects 
When the last time they seen dog, motherfucker 
D, Y, uh 
Kato 
Ayo, where my niggas at?
I know I got 'em down in the streets, give 'em love and they give it back 
Talk too much for too long 
Don't give up, you're too strong 
Love to the wild, wild hunnids 
Shout out to niggas that done it
And it ain't even about the dough 
It's about gettin' down for what you stand for, yo, for real
First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go 
X gon' give it to ya , he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya , he gon' give it to ya 
First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go 
X gon' give it to ya , he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya , he gon' give it to ya 
First, we gonna rock, then we gonna roll
Then we let it pop, go, let it go 
X gon' give it to ya , he gon' give it to ya
X gon' give it to ya , he gon' give it to ya 
Come on
Uh, uh, come on
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want? 
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Baby, I keep you up on it
Bling-blingin', all that jewelry, girl, I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga? 
What you want from me?
Baby, tell me what you want from me 
What these bitches want from a nigga? 
What you want? 
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want 
What these bitches want from a nigga? 
Baby, I keep you up on it 
Bling-blingin', all that jewelry, girl, I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga? 
What you want from me?
Baby, tell me what you want from me 
Talk is cheap, motherfucker!
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here
One, two, meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my big ballers gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my fly ladies gon' meet me outside
Meet me outside, meet me outside
All my street-street people, meet me outside
Meet me outside, outside, motherfucker
X has got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man X got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Swizz-Swizz got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man, let's get it bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
Dark Man, let's get it bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, bounce-bouncin' again
All my streets, they bouncin' again
Bouncin' again, we're bouncin' again
Swizz-Swizz Beatz, we're bouncin' again
Bouncin' again and we bouncin' again
Double R, keep it comin' 
Ain't nothin' y'all can do now
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
Niggas talkin' shit, like, "Damn, look how that rock got him!"
Open like a window, no more indo
Look at a video, sayin' to myself: "That coulda been yo
Ass on the TV," believe me, it could be done
Somethin's got to give, gots to change 'cause now I've got a son
I gots to do the right thing for shorty
And that means no more gettin' high, drinkin' 40s
So I get back lookin' type slick again
Fake niggas jump back on my dick again
Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
And much respect to all my niggas that kept it real
Kept a nigga strong, kept a nigga from doin' wrong
Niggas know who they is and this is your fuckin' song
And to my boo who stuck with a nigga through
All the bullshit, you'll get yours because it's due
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up
Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I gots to get up
Get me back on my feet so I can tear shit up
See, this is that shit, this is that shit
That all real niggas can relate to
This is from the heart, baby
Don't get it twisted
X, baby
What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? 
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now 
Is you with me, or what? Think I'm trying to get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt 
What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? 
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now 
Is you with me or what? Think I'm trying to get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what? 
Ayy, yo, this chicken got me diggin' her moves 'cause she's smooth
Win or lose, whoever she choose, gets the dues 
Respect is not expected, but it's given 'cause it's real 
Being neglected's the norm, expected, the deal 
Lie, cheat, and steal for me
Puttin' somethin' in a nigga's wig if he squeal for me
Kill for me, you're still with me?
'Cause we get down, like, "What?"
Told you's
from the door
, it ain't all about a nut
I'm gon' be fair, tryin' to be there, we gon' see then
Hit me with the question, boo, that answer gon' be "Yeah"
See there, somethin' can go wrong, it does
Loved it, let it go, and it came back, that's how strong it was
But she belonged to cuz, couldn't belong to me 
She had two kids by this nigga, it was wrong for me 
But we gon' always be best of friends 
Mad love, boo, 'til the end 
What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? 
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now 
Is you with me, or what? Think I'm trying to get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt 
What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down? 
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now 
Is you with me, or what? Think I'm trying to get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt 
What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down?
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now
Is you with me, or what? Think I'm trying to get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt
What type of games are bein' played? How's it goin' down?
It's on 'til it's gone, then I gots to know now
Is you with me or what? Think I'm trying to get me a nut
Just 'cause honeys wanna give me the butt, what?
Uh
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
In the fog, the fog, livin' in the fog
How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
How you gonna see him if you livin' in the fog?
The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
To be continued, mothafuckas
I'ma flow regardless because I'm an artist until I'm trapped
I'ma continue to hit the hardest whether I scrap or rap
Give me dap, but you ain't my friend
I see it in your eyes, you contemplate my end
You waitin' for that bend in the road where you were told
That you would go when you were old and if you died young, it was cold
Sold, not for nearly what it was worth
Think back 26 years, be like, "What if his birth
Was a miscarriage and I never existed?"
Have I given somethin' that if taken away you'd have missed it?
Didn't know, yet I persisted, it was the call of the wild
I merely say what's in my heart and you call it a style
Don't put it in a cage, don't mistreat it
You say you hunger for knowledge? Here it is, eat it
Another song completed is another thought captured
Let me do my thing, I got it locked with this rap shit
Either let me fly or give me death
Let my soul rest, take my breath
If I don't fly I'ma die anyway
I'ma live on, but I'll be gone any day
Either let me fly or give me death
Let my soul rest, take my breath
If I don't fly I'ma die anyway
I'ma live on, but I'll be gone any day
Or give me death
Or take my breath
I'ma die anyway
But I'll be gone any day
Or give me death
Or take my breath
I'ma die anyway
But I'll be gone any day
Where my niggas?
Uh, ah, for my niggas
Uh, ah, for my niggas
Uh, ah, for my niggas
Where my dogs at?
What, what? Where my dogs at?
Uh, where my dogs at?
What, what? Where my dogs at?
Uh, where my dogs at?
What, what? Where my dogs at?
Uh, where my dogs at?
What, what?
Niggas is puss, keep on running from the werewolf
Howling at the moon on the roof 
Ooh, ah, no, get 'em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have 'em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him 
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Tried to strike back, left him like that
Laying up with the white hat
Getting right back at ya when I snatch ya
Up out the grave, nothin' but bones and ashes 
Hittin' niggas with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat, but the street stay red
Bitches gon' give me head for free 'cause they see 
Who I'ma be by like 2003 
That nigga D took it there,
he thought it was a joke
He ran through like twenty G's, thought that I was broke 
Stupid, that's what you get for thinking
And eventually found that's what you get for stinking 
Blowing up the spot when you rot 
Plus, if it gets hot, they know you dead for four square blocks 
Hit 'em with the ox to the grill
Ooh, ah, kill, nigga, kill
Yet and still, you don't know I'ma rob 'em
That nigga DMX is a motherfuckin' problem, aight?
When I speak you better listen, the harder it gets, the more follows
And I'm hittin' 'em with shit that they can't all swallow
I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow
Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein' tomorrow
I will borrow a gun, then run 'til I catch you
Let you slip up, just once, then I'ma wet you
Stretch you out like a limousine
'Cause where I catch you is where I catch you, that's what killin' means
Fuck whoever's standin' there when you get what you got comin'
'Cause once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin'
Niggas started somethin', but they chose not to finish it
So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cause I'ma win this shit
Fuck it yo, let's end this shit, I don't need the plaques
And I ain't a DJ, nigga, so I don't need the wax
Gimme slugs for my gats, gimme hoods for my rats
Gimme wood for my bats, then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real
One, two, X is coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, get your crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stay up late
One, two, X is coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, get your crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stay up late
One, two, X is coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, get your crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stay up late
One, two, X is coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, get your crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stay up late
Uhh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, “Ryde or Die!”, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit' me
Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me
Used to be my dawg, you was in my left titty
Screamed, “Ryde or Die!”, I thought you would die wit' me
Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit' me
Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit' me
C'mon
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah 
Man, listen 
These motherfuckers don't know who we are
They don't know 
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know, dawg
That's from the heart
Dawg, this shit is crazy
Life or death, live or die 
I will never live a lie 
I'm going there because I try 
I won't give in till I die 
I'm gon' make it, wrong or right 
Make it through the darkest night 
When the morning comes you'll see 
All I have is God in me 
Lord, give me a sign! 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
"No weapon formed against me shall prosper" 
For this is the heritage of the servants of the Lord
In the name of Jesus 
Let me know what's on your mind
Let me know what I'm gon' find
It's all in time, show me how to teach the mind
Show me how to reach the blind 
Show me what I gotsta do to bring me closer to you
Cause I'ma go through whatever you want me to
Just let me know what to do 
This is Marilyn Manson, DMX, Ruff Ryders
This is Marilyn Manson, DMX, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz
DMX, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started something
Don't come at me with no bullshit, use caution
'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering
Got niggas fearing, fuck whatchu heard, this what you hearing
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so give me 3 feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than 3 deep, niggas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be putting on that tag on your toe
Now who gon' tell your mother, her baby's under a cover
In the morgue, stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs?
Another hardheaded nigga that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for
 Surgery with the chainsaw
I hit the fucking streets
'Cause, like I said before, ain't nothing going down until I eat
Muh'fuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches
Well, I'm testing bitches game, undressing bitches, and caressing bitches
And dealing with muhfuckers on all levels, what I'm dealing with is all devils
Fucking with snakes running with niggas you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas
That come through and worry niggas
30 niggas that like to bury niggas
And scary niggas get it all the time
'Cause what they got is all of mine, your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu
And if you with my man, then he getting stuck witchu
And gave it the money, 'cause I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the nine
Boss of crime,
black Gotti
, I stack bodies with the black shottie
Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty
Get it
These niggas is for real
These niggas ain't playing
This ain't no fucking game
She think we playing?
Ruff Ryders
Grr
Yo, you holdin'? 
I'm holdin', you holdin'
Yo, let's ride, nigga, yo
Come on, yo, we goin' to the mess hall with this shit
Fuck that, hold up, hold up, hold up, man, I gotta
Yo, man, shut the fuck up man, you ain't sayin' shit, bitch
You ain't hold—, you holdin'? 
Yo, 'cause I'm seein' this cat
I'm seein' this cat up in here, man 
The nigga, the nigga, the nigga just came in
Talkin' all this hardcore shit what he was doin' at the other jail
You know what I'm sayin'? 
Yo, check it, I don't give a fuck 
Yo, listen, man, 'cause you, you just be talkin' shit, man
Hold up, ayo, why, why you always wanna suspect everybody, man?
You suspect, man, you supect, yo, just chill 
Yo, y'all niggas ridin'? 
Yo, we gon' take this nigga on a ride 
Straight, rough ride
Yo, let's go, let's get the fuck up out of here
Yo, man, shut the fuck up, dog
Yo, come on, yo
Yo, what's up, nigga? 
What you mean "what's up, nigga," you don't know me
Yo, hold up
DMX
'Cause if you want it, we got it
Come and get it, nigga, we with it
All you gotta do is set it, baby 
Ride or die
What y'all niggas want?
Uh, uh, what y'all niggas want? 
DMX
'Cause if you want it, we got it
Come and get it, nigga, we with it
All you gotta do is set it, baby
Ride or die
What y'all niggas want?
Uh, uh, what y'all niggas want?
Look at all these off-brand niggas 
Runnin' around yappin' 'bout
They be holdin' figures as big as Jigga's 
That's that bullshit
Don't they know that around me
Talkin' about what you got will get you hit 
I'm not a nice person
I mean, I'd smack the shit out you twice, dog
And that's before I start cursin'
I stay flippin'
One minute, I'm cool, the next minute
I'm up on a nigga, rippin'
That's my style
I'm a cruddy nigga, leave you all bloody, nigga
Service with a smile 
Suck my dick
And all you niggas that been to jail before
Know that it's about to get thick
Let's get it on, baby
You gon' be goin' against four niggas in one
And you think you crazy? 
I've lost my mind
And I'm about to make you lose yours, too
From far away, one time 
DMX
'Cause if you want it, we got it
Come and get it, nigga, we with it
All you gotta do is set it, baby 
Ride or die
What y'all niggas want?
Uh, uh, what y'all niggas want? 
DMX
'Cause if you want it, we got it
Come and get it, nigga, we with it
All you gotta do is set it, baby 
Ride or die
What y'all niggas want?
Uh, uh, what y'all niggas want? 
DMX
'Cause if you want it, we got it
Come and get it, nigga, we with it
All you gotta do is set it, baby
Ride or die
What y'all niggas want?
Uh, uh, what y'all niggas want?
DMX
I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the beat
Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet
Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the wall
That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all
I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the beat
Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet
Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the wall
That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all
I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the beat
Sit there and nod my head but won't move my feet
Gangsta, so I'm holdin' up the wall
That dancing shit up to the rest of y'all
I'm headed nowhere fast, running in place , gun in my waist
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face 
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start naming names again 
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart 
Play like you don't know, L-O-X is gon' bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four niggas 
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
 Got my dogs covered 
Plus it's all gravy, like chicken when it's smothered 
It's dark and I love it 
Get him, boy, let him loose 
Want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose 
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through 
Hey yo, you know who this is for?
They let the dogs in the door 
Hey yo, you know who this is for? 
They let the dogs in the door 
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew
It's just a bigger piece of cake for me to chew a hole through
 I just love 
Shit pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all niggas know what's up
My niggas throw it up, we all know that
Got niggas missing in action, where are they at?
See you niggas never really been duffed out
But you've got enough mouth to get snuffed out
Duke, the rough route
We don't play around here, nigga, we grown
Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone
I'm taking half, it's just that simple
Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin'
Holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall
You're just wasting a nigga time, come on, man
I got shit to do like hit your crew
Might hit your crib, what that bitch gon' do?
Not a damn thing, but go with the program
Beast on that bitch like Conan—bo-nan
I'ma go where no man has ever gone, nigga
When it's on, it's on, I'll let you know in a fuckin' song
I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
Come through like (
*gunshots*
) 'til the squeezin' is done
And that's just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
And turn your whole block into death row 
I bear my soul, niggas wouldn't dare, my role
Gives a nigga a heart of gold, but with a hole
Lost all control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight
Just like first time sold an eighth, then told it's not an eighth
But then it's out of state, and it's too late for changes to be made
That's what I get for fuckin' with strangers in the shade
This is it, y'all niggas got to give me a plate
For the same reason that fate chose to give me the weight
Take away hate, now I'm supposed to love the one that cursed me
The one that wouldn't give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
It was always him versus me, but now I gotta teach him
Personal feelin's put aside, 'cause now I gotta reach him
What I'd like to do is turn my head, like I don't know him
But it seems like I've been called on to show him, so I'ma show him
And if you never met me, then you've no right to judge me
I've got a good heart but this heart can get ugly, yes
Look through my eyes, see what I see
Do as I do, be what I be
Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet
Then know why I do dirt in the street 
Look through my eyes, see what I see
Do as I do, be what I be
Walk in my shoes and hurt your feet
Then know why I do dirt in the street
Feel the pain, feel the joy, of a man who was never a boy
For real
I come to you hungry and tired, you give me food and let me sleep
I come to you weak, you give me strength, and that's deep
You call me a sheep and lead me to green pastures
Only askin' that I keep the focus in between the chapters
You give me the word and only ask that I interpret
And give me the eyes that I may recognize the serpent
You know I ain't perfect, but you'd like me to try
Unlike the Devil, who just wants me to lie 'til I die
Lord, why is it that I go through so much pain?
All I saw was black, all I felt was rain
I come to you because it's you who knows
You showed me that everything was black because my eyes were closed
You gave me the light and let me bask in your glory
So it was only right that, when you asked for this story
I put it together, to do our dogs some good
Our dogs being brothers and sisters in the hood
Plenty of times you sent help my way, but I hid
And I remember once, you held me close, but I slid
There was somethin' that I just had to see
That you wanted me to see so I could be what you wanted me to be
And I think I've seen it, 'cause I don't feel the same
Matter of fact, I know I've seen it, I can feel the change
And it's strange, almost got me beatin' down your door
But I've never known love like this before
It's a wonderful feelin' to get away from the pain
And up under the ceilin', I get away from the rain
And the strain that I feel when I'm here is gone
I know real, so I wipe away the tear, it's on
And I almost lost faith when you took my man
Monty, Paso, and Jay's brother Dan
And I fear that what I'm sayin' won't be heard until I'm gone
But it's all good, 'cause I really didn't expect to live long
So, if it takes for me to suffer for my brother to see the light
Give me pain till I die, but, please, Lord, treat him right
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Hold on
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life
Hold on, hold on
There's a lot of shit that I let slide 'cause it's outta my hands
Lot of niggas I let ride, but it's not in my plans
That a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog
Families by the truckloads, fleein' to the morgue
Full moon, , the howlin'
, the growlin', , the prowlin'
Don't know love, can't show love
That means you gonna need mo' love than an old thug
But hold up, roll up, talkin' out the side of your mouth
Is what's gonna let niggas know why you died in your house
While they lied to your spouse, told her it was suicide
But you and I both know the truth'll never die
Listen, nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared for the morgue
'Cause you dead up in the fog and that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when it's there
This is hell and we're both here, can you feel it? Tell me yeah
I can feel it coming in the air tonight
Hold on
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life
Hold on, hold on
When the sun is up, the gun is up on the shelf
And all the runners up are thankin' me for their health
Hopin' that they not around when it gets dark outside
Sun's goin' down, you hear the bark outside
Locks off the cage, gauge with the buck shots
Faggot, you've been lucky all day, that's when your luck stops
One drops, then another and another
Gun pops, goin' through you and your mother
When does it all end? I found a friend in a dog
'Cause fuckin' with these cats will send a friend to the morgue
Many questions, no answers, just stress
Try to hold my head and remember that I'm blessed
With the curse and it gets worse as time goes by
Can't see straight 'cause I'm so high
Why ask why when you know?
Nigga, when it's your time to go, you go
Y'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy
Just keep it real, partner, give to the needy
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate
Y'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy
Just keep it real, partner, give to the needy
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate
Y'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy
Just keep it real, partner, give to the needy
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate
Y'all been eatin' long enough now, stop bein' greedy
Just keep it real, partner, give to the needy
Ribs is touchin', so don't make me wait
Fuck around and I'm gon' bite you and snatch the plate
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see, yeah
I'm ready to meet him
'Cause where I'm livin' ain't right, black hate white
White hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord
I'm ready to meet him
'Cause where I'm livin' ain't right, black hate white
White hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord
I'm ready to meet him
Our Father, who art in Heaven
I'm not ashamed to ask for guidance at 27
No longer afraid to knock on Your door
Not scared anymore to lose my life in the war
After what I just saw, I'm ridin' with the Lord
'Cause I really can't afford to lose my head by the sword
And now that I've seen what I need to see
Please take me where I need to be
"What have you learned?" It's better to tell the truth than to lie
"What have you learned?" To love my life until I die
"What have you learned?" Violence isn't always the key
"What have you learned?" You can't always believe what you see
"What have you learned?" It's better to forgive and forget
"What have you learned?" Give as you expect to get
"What have you learned?" That I can't go on without You
"What have you learned?" I must've been a fool to ever doubt You
I'm ready to meet him
'Cause where I'm livin' ain't right, black hate white
White hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord
I'm ready to meet him
'Cause where I'm livin' ain't right, black hate white
White hate black, it's right back to the same fight
They got us suspectin' a war
But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
I'm ready to meet him
Here we go again
Same old shit, dog, just a different day
Here we go again
You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again
So if it's fuck me, nigga, then you know it's fuck you
Here we go again
Same old shit, dog, just a different day
Here we go again
You know how niggas do, when we play, how we play
Here we go again
A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Here we go again
So if it's fuck me, nigga, then you know it's fuck you
Next stop, Chicago
It's such a long, long train ride
It's such a long lonely ride back home
Now I know only I can stop the rain
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Now I know only I can stop the rain
It's not that we gotta do what we do
It's what we know
So to me it ain't nothin' but bein' true, but
Now I know only I can stop the rain
It doesn't have to be the way it is, you say it is
Just because for the past 20 years every day it is 
Now I know only I can stop the rain
I wanna be able to walk out my front door
Without worryin' about comin' to conflict with the law, 'cause
Now I know only I can stop the rain
If I follow Him, they'll follow me
And I'll speak life into the words that you can see, 'cause
Now I know  only I can stop the rain
We get away with it everyday shit
But everyday shit catches up with you and when it does you can't say shit
Now I know only I can stop the rain
If I don't, you will, what I won't, you still
What makes us feel like we gots to kill, when
Now I know only I can stop the rain
How many more lives must we lose
How many more times must we choose to trust these fools
Now I know only I can stop the rain
If it ain't broke, don't fix it, I gave it to you straight
Don't mix it, twist it  up for some slick shit
Now I know only I can stop the rain
I don't have to talk to it anymore
I don't have to walk to it anymore, I'm out the door 
Now I know only I can stop the rain
I wanna find peace with the Lord
I don't wanna find a beast with the sword, I can't afford to
Now I know only I can stop the rain
When everyday of my life
Is just a constant fight between wrong and right
Now I know only I can stop the rain
I thank you, Lord for my life
I thank you, Lord for keeping it loose when things got tight
Now I know only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the pain
Now I know only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain, stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain because the rain calls on me
Now I know only I can stop the rain
Only I can stop the rain
I'm out
Now I see you for who you are, it's like I know you
So I can't trust you as far as I can throw you!
Oh you don't know, you are the reason
That I go through what I go through? Let me show you!
Didn't I promise you a Benz, lots of friends,
Countless pairs of Timbs, endless ends?
Yeah, but what did it cost me?
My life to be taken softly; man, back the fuck up off me!
Don't fuck with me like that when I fuck with you like this
Don't come at me like that when you know that you might miss!
Go on about your business!
If any cat you send my way, ain't gon' be no witness!
Lord Jesus, C'mon, dog, look who you're fuckin'
Please help me Whassup, dog?
Man, you buggin'
Keep the Devil Thug life, thought we was tight
Out of my life!  I'll be back, aight? Psych!
Everywhere that I go, everything that I see
Every place that I touch, I feel him fuckin' with me
I'm gonna fly…
Why you lie?
Told me it was Ryde or Die
I'm gonna fly…
Eye for an eye
What happened to my piece of the pie?
Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in?
Lord we're just startin'
But where will it end?
Somebody's knockin'
Should I let 'em in?
So if I'm your man, I'm in your hands, what's your plan?
Never had a friend 'cause you couldn't trust your man
Learned to stand before I crawled, things were twisted
And if you showed me anything at all, then I missed it
Looked the wrong way, I've done some wrong things
Kept a bad attitude, but that's what wrong brings
And now you mean to tell me that after all this time
It was you that kept the dog from goin' out of his mind?
It was you that breathed life into my lungs when I was born?
And it was you that let me know what was right from what was wrong?
And it was you that let me do, what I knew what could be done?
And it was you that gave me a good wife and a beautiful son?
And it's been you speakin' to me inside my mind?
And it's been you who has forgiven time after time?
It was you who opened my eyes so I could see?
It was you that shined your light on me
When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I smoke 'em
I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke 'em
Up north niggas get the pick stuck up in 'em
And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in 'em
My
M.O.
is manslaughter, kid
'Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did
Slid, 'cause I got to slide when the dirt is done
A homicide but they want me on the
Murder 1
But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight
Stay outta sight while it's light and then come out at night
To make moves again, stomp and bruise again
I know I'm goin' to Hell 'cause I choose to sin
All my motherfuckin' life I've been the Devil's advocate
Now niggas never even knew the Devil had a kid
But he does, and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw
You'll know why I'll split your motherfuckin' brains for
Get it on the floor, get it-get it on the floor 
Get it on the floor, get it-get it on the floor 
You don't wanna party, then your ass gotta go 
You don't wanna party, then your ass gotta go
Now you can ride to this motherfucker, bounce to this motherfucker
Freak to this motherfucker 
Get it on the floor , get it-get it on the floor 
Get it on the floor , get it-get it on the floor 
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon' be somethin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon' be somethin'
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
Don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon' be somethin'
You wanna start somethin', it's gon' be somethin'
Ain't no sunshine when it's on
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when it's on, 'cause when it's on
You niggas know to be gone
Every time, 'cause we don't play
Every time, 'cause we don't play
Every time, 'cause we don't play
I grew up at the dark side, apartheid
Where goin' against the grain'll get you kidnapped and hogtied 
X the illest nigga, realest nigga
Never been scared , I'm a fearless nigga 
I got that cannon that'll remove your head and shoulders 
Cats that play in the street , get ran over 
I'ma make you hand over everything you got
I'm not the average  do damage 'cause I'm a savage
Sometimes I can't manage all the shit in my head
I was promised the world but I got the dirt instead 
Turn the light, I was bred to shed blood 
It's always gonna be "Fuck you, nigga, what?" 
Built for war, raw, this .44 will hit you through the door
You exist no more 
I done punk'd more niggas than Ashton Kutcher 
It's Westside, Conway, X, and Benny the Butcher, nigga
Get like you lit, nigga
Get how you fuckin' lit, nigga
You know what the fuck it is 
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
I ain't fifty years old for nothing, aight?
I'm not fifty years old for nothing 
Fuck outta here, pussy ass niggas
I'm from a small town called "Wish a nigga would"
And I wish a nigga would
Outta here, arf
[Outro: DMX, Magic & Val,
Val
]
Yo, "Where the Hood At" is banging right now, man
That was your favorite joint, ya know what I mean?
We miss you, Kato
It's going just like we thought it would, baby
We miss you, Kato 
We miss you, Kato
I'll always love you, K'
My Lord, my savior, don't judge my behavior, but instead
Take what's in my heart and put it in my head
See, I guess I really never knew how proud I made you
My life is yours, my soul I gave you
I don't know if I'll do good enough (
He's by your side
)
And we both know the hood is rough (
Right by your side
)
Sometimes I don't know what to do (
X, dry your eyes!
)
But I know what I gotta do (
It'll be alright
)
You keep givin' me the word, and I'll put it to song
Talk to me, I'll talk to them, and we can't go wrong
This is the start of somethin' strong, and this is just the start of it
Praises to you, my Lord, for lettin' me be a part of it
I was that kid that, been there, did that
Became ashamed so I hid that, but ain't no longer with that
Use me as an example—if I can do it, then they can too
With the Lord behind us, there ain't nothin' that we can't do
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're gonna make it through the night
To the light with him 
You're alright with him 
I said you're alright with him
I know you've never seen him
But don't fight with him
You're gonna make it through the night
To the light with him
Uhh, you're alright with him 
I said you're alright with him
He's by your side
Right by your side
X, dry your eyes!
'Cause it'll be alright
Yeah, he's by your side
Right by your side
X, dry your eyes!
'Cause, it's gonna be alright
Yeah yeah, yes it is!
Bring the noise
And you better come with niggas you don't give a fuck about
'Cause you gon' lose your boys
'Cause we don't play
And the silencer will silence any cocksucker with somethin' to say
Dog for life
Whether I'm on or off the leash, I bite, streets are my life
Click, click, boom
Another life taken too soon, another mother had a funeral
Still waters run deep
And the pain is forever alive inside, makes it hard to sleep
But I keep goin', goin'
Shit, I'm always careful when I walk, I'm always seein', knowin'
The dog gon' live
Stay walkin' the wire, over the fire, when I can, I give
The dog is good
And how it's stayin'
Dog gon' fuck with the hood 'til dog fuck with the wood
Bring it, what?
We right here
We're not goin' anywhere
We right here
This is ours and we don't share
We right here
Bring your crew, 'cause we don't care
We right here, uh, uh, uh
Bring it, what?
We right here
We're not goin' anywhere
We right here
This is ours and we don't share
We right here
Bring your crew, 'cause we don't care
We right here, uh, uh, uh
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
We right here
Uh, uh, uh
Ayo, I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes
That's how it's goin' in the slums over crumbs 
Somethin' little becomes somethin' major 
Niggas gettin' blown up like a pager
Ear to ear with the razor 
Pour out my soul, took control of hurt
Why must Earl Simmons swim in dirt?
I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryna get baptized
Priest scared to touch me 'cause he said I gave him bad vibes
Ride when I die, straight down, but I'm plottin'
We all gots to go, but who wants to be forgotten?
I'ma leave a mark and it won't be the mark of the devil
Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel
The level of animosity is stoppin' me from thrivin'
Fuck what them niggas is talkin' about, I'm survivin'
Alive and goin' through it, but I made my bed
So now it's in these flames that I lay my head
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
One more road to cross
One more risk to take
Gotta live my life
Like there's one more move to make
Huh, rrr 
Ooh, rrr
This is one of those
You already know what it is
Rrr
Dear son, I look in your eyes, I see my own
You look in my eyes, you see my throne
As many times I tried to talk to you, explain to you
See it didn't mean a thing to you
Love you, but right now I wanna bite you
I wanna give you a hug, but I might bite you
Be a man about it, we can admit when we're wrong
Come on, get off that kid shit you on
If you'd have paid attention, you'd have saw it coming
But you a man lookin' through the eyes of a woman
Always gon' love your mama , we just drifted apart
And my kids, y'all my heart
And you got more brothers and sisters
Because I got more kids, and hey, it's just what it is
You the oldеst, I known you longer, but I don't love them lеss
Had to get that off my chest
And I don't know what you thought about my use of drugs
But it taught you enough to not use them drugs
When you were a kid, you play with toys, okay
But you a man, put them toys away
What I'm saying is stop thinkin' like a child
'Cause what if it's when I'm gone 
That you gotta realize you're wrong? 
And we could've been best of friends all along
But it would kinda defeat the purpose of the song
917-915-4804
Give me a call, I love you boy 
Yeah, ay, I let you down
Should've been there but I let you down
Not too late, not too late
I can't give you yesterday
But I can learn from my mistakes
Not too late, it ain't too late
Call your father
Call your father
Dear father, should've been there when I needed you
Should've been there when the devil had a hold of your soul
Ayy, I let you down
Should've been there but I let you down
Not too late, not too late 
I can't give you yesterday
But I can learn from my mistakes
Not too late, it ain't too late
Call your father
Call your father
When niggas hear that dog bark, they better run
When police hear that dog bark, they better come
They expect to save their lives, but they lives will be lost 
There is a price to pay, how many lives will it cost? 
Since I run with the devil, I am one with the devil 
And I stay doing dirt, so I'ma come with the shovel 
Is you on a level of a madman whose mind's twisted?
Mad niggas dreams caught the last train, mine's missed it 
Listed as a manic-depressive with extreme paranoia
Hey dog, I got something for ya
Hear my name, feel my pain
Niggas wanna steal my fame, but first, feel my reign 
Know what it's like to suffer , never have enough of 
Shit starting off hard then only getting rougher 
Tougher, but then came the grease
So if you wanna save the peace, tame the beast
Bitches who get props, 'cause they know who can get got
And they can get shot, by the way a niggas lip drop
Walk up in the spot, knowin' what she want strictly
When hon' wants the dickly, hon' comes and gets me
Hits me, pays me, doesn't get crazy
Knows to be Swayze, 'cause that's daddy's baby
I keep them hoes in check, like the government
Hittin' 'em off with nothin' but the dick, and they lovin' it
Huggin' it, like it's they best friend, 'cause it is
Word to Miz, fuckin' with tricks is just biz'
I deal with strictly dimes
Got 'em committin' they first crimes
Now she suckin' dick, for the first time
And ain't no secret, 'bout how I freak it, when they sleeped it
Never know how I peeped it, then creeped it
That's how I know this must be that shit
I tell them bitches, "I'll be back," and they believe that shit
It's all good, it's alright
Fuck all day, fuck all night
Call my bitches, 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the West coast, all my bitches
It's all good, it's alright
Fuck all day, fuck all night
Call my bitches, 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the West coast, all my bitches
It's all good, it's alright
Fuck all day, and all night
Call my bitches, 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the West coast, all my bitches
It's all good, it's alright
Fuck all day, and all night
Call my bitches, 'cause wherever I go, y'all my bitches
East to the West coast, all my bitches
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
I love my niggas, but where's my bitches?
Nigga
You don't live that, you shouldn't say that
Cause what come out your mouth'll get you shot down
Throwin' your money around and we don't play that
Getting in our line'll get you shot down
We know where you hang, we know where you stay at
That bullshit you on'll get you shot down
Here's a few cliques that you shouldn't play with
G-Unit, Ruff Ryders'll get you shot down
Let us pray
Lord Jesus it is you who wakes me up every day
And I am forever grateful for your love, this is why I pray
You let me touch so many people, and it's all for the good
I influenced so many children, I never thought that I would
And I couldn't take credit for the love they get
Because it all comes from you Lord; I'm just the one that's givin' it
And when it seems like the pressure gets to be too much
I take time out and pray, and ask that you be my crutch
Lord I am not perfect by a longshot, I confess to you daily
But I work harder everyday, and I hope that you hear me
In my heart I mean well, but if you'll help me to grow
Then what I have in my heart, will begin to show
And when I get goin', I'm not lookin' back for nothin'
'Cause I will know where I'm headed, and I'm so tired of the sufferin'
I stand before you, a weakened version of your reflection
Beggin' for direction, for my soul needs resurrection
I don't deserve what you've given me, but you never took it from me
Because I am grateful, and I use it, and I do not worship money
If what you want from me is to bring your children to you
My regret is only havin' one life to do it, instead of two
Amen
Uh
Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons
Murder's on my mind , no half stepping
Motherfuckers want war, you can get it, 'cause I'm tired of running
Remember me as the nigga that died gunning
Kamikaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest
They can keep theirs, because it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em
It'll be the roar of the C-4 as I'm bringing down the building
'Cause when I go, I'm taking a bunch of them motherfuckers with me 
I ain't sitting around waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me
I'll bring it to 'em, service with a smile, what, nigga?
Didn't know a dog with rabies was in the cut, nigga?
And now that you're finally finding out what this shit means
I'm at the precinct, on 116th
Run up in there, open up my jacket, "You motherfuckers looking for me?"
"Well, here I am, now you coming with me"
Man
This shit is crazy, baby
Can you dig it?
Can you dig it?
Can you feel it?
Is you with it?
It's off the hook, dog
I'm out
Uh
When you a dog, you a dog for life 
My dogs feel pain, through love 
Give us one shot at life 
Come on, niggas 
Yo, when you a dog, you a dog for life 
My dogs feel pain, through love 
Give us one shot at life 
Come on, niggas 
There's mad money out here, dog
Mad money out here
What you, trying to get it?
Word up
You gon' bust your gun to get it?
Psh, whatever, yo
Uh
I hear you, I hear you
I've lost my grip on reality, or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, 'cause I know it's a dream
Niggas that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob 'em
Niggas that know me well see me and think I'm a problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to mans, I'll turn your last name to Underwood
'Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The darker it gets outside, the more blood flows
When I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
Beat you down with gat, see how much you bleed
How much you plead for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches coming up out that ass, you feel it getting realer
Now, beg for your life, one more time
One more crime, one more nine
Come on, cry, nigga
It's over, this is the shit that ends all
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall
When you a dog, you a dog for life 
My dogs feel pain, through love 
Give us one shot at life 
Come on, niggas 
Yo, when you a dog, you a dog for life 
My dogs feel pain, through love 
Give us one shot at life 
Come on, niggas 
I'm always surrounded by dogs, for the love
Only niggas I fuck wit is thugs nigga what
Blood in Blood out vatos locos homes, theres no chocos homes
When we smoke them chromes, and how we broke them bones
While the last niggas is ass niggas
The skimask niggas to trash niggas they ass niggas pussy
And half you cats can't even flow
And when I hear y'all niggas around my head, well you know
But that's a whole 'nother issuse, right now we own this
We keep spittin' like this, how the FUCK we gon' miss?
Cause the camp is strong, and the stamp is strong
Double R 
Motherfucker, keep the caskets flowing
You done got yourself, caught up in some shit you can't handle
And you know I can't stand you, you're man too
This one time I'mma letta dog be a dog
But I'mma see you in the ring and when it's on then it's on
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride till we die, on till it's up
Thick like blood, where's my dogs
Uh, there's my dogs
Dog nigga what? On till it's up
Where's my dog?
Uh, uh there's my dog - Uh, uh there's my dog
Chorus
Man, I got shorty stayin out late (Well I keep him wit a cut
And his nails stay clean) At least I get a nut
And I got honey rebellin 
I be gettin away with murder, right? 
Straight out the hood 
I got honey suckin dick 
I can be good in a bad way 
Girl, you ain't the same dog (that's what them rats in the hood say
Or would say, if you was around them more often)
I got honey smokin weed 
She keep the dog on the leash 
And if y'all think it's sweet (then the dog's off the leash
Now I don't want no drama, wit no baby's mama
I might be a good girl, but I keeps the armor)
Girl, you off the hook, but at least now I know why
Good girls like bad guys
Chorus
Why do good girls  like bad guys?
Why do good girls  like bad guys?
Why do good girls  like bad guys?
Why do good girls  like bad guys?
Uhh, uhh
C'mon, yeah, I like that
C'mon, wha wha what
Yeah yeah, DMX
Dyme, baby girl
Ruff Ryder, uhh, yeah..
Ugh, check it out, y'all
Haha! Check it out, y'all
On that motherfucking West Coast shit
'Cause I'm on the best coast, bitch
And niggas know how it's going dizzy
We on some East shit
That beast shit, yah'mean?
One in the back left ya faggot ass face down
Lucky that you breathing but you dead from the waist down
Fuck is on your mind? Talking that shit that you be talking
And I bet you wish you never got hit 'cause you'd be walking
But shit happens and fuck it
, you done did your dirt
Niggas is wondering, how the fuck you hid your skirt?
Right under they eyes, imagine surprise to the guys
That one of they mans was a bitch in disguise
I'm fucking with cats that order more hits and slaughter more kids
Let me holla at you yo the Baltimore shit
Nah mean? I'm just robbin to eat
And there's at least a thousand of me like me mobbin' the street
When we starvin' we eat whatever's there
Come on, you know the code in the streets, whatever's fair
Bloodstains and chalk, means your man couldn't walk
After the talk, about him not bein' on 1130B to New York
And transforming ass niggas will get it quick
And yo, for real, that nigga 2Pac can suck my dick
And it's gonna take all them niggas in the West Coast
To barely move me, 'cause when I blow shit up
I have niggas fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie
Ahhh! You know I don't know how to act
I get too close to niggas, it's like:
"Protected by Viper, stand back"
What's this? I thought you niggas was killers, demented
Fuck y'all want me to do wit this coward? "Finish him!" It's ended
East heard the west is, craving for a nightmare
Aight!
Craving for a nightmare
Whatever which way they go
They know they gonna owe
They soul to the road they choose
It don't matter if you win or lose
You still gotta pay them dues
You still gotta pay them dues
You still gotta pay them dues
Just cause I love my niggas 
I shed blood for my niggas 
Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" 
All I wanna hear is, "Right here, my niggas!" 
You won't take this from me, baby!
You will not take this from me, baby!
Ya know! Grrrrr!
 Some niggas that you don't wanna try
 Some niggas that's really do or die
 Will have you cowards ready to cry
 Will fry
 Will rob
 Keep niggas on they fuckin' job
 Know what it's like when shit gettin' hard
 Stay pullin' you other niggas cards
 It's God
 We'll shine
 Just knew it was a matter of time
 Let me know to keep fuckin' with the rhymes
 Ain't no longer livin' with crime
 Is fine
 Is good
 Keep you niggas knocking on wood
 Know how to take it back to the hood
 Will put you down right where you stood
 They could
 They will
 Take you straight to the back & get ill
 Give it straight to the back when we kill
 Put niggas on ice til they chill
 Is still–  Is dogs!
My niggas
What?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
Where my dogs at?
You can try but I do fight, just can't seem to do right
Can't run with the big dogs, his jeans is too tight
I've been doing this for too long, plus dog is too strong
Let you catch, fight me off the map with a new song
Man you know you wrong, trying that shit there
Yeah a nigga went there, all you do is sit there
I've been rapping for 20 years and you 20 years old
X back on the block nigga, you lucky if you go Gold
There's a new sheriff in town, just been re-elected
You ain't gonna like it, but respect, nigga check it
I'mma get it in till the nigga wins with the dividends
We gon' walk these dogs 'til the bitter end
You like, oh it's him again, I knew that's how you felt
Pussy, I knew that's how you smelt
But you cats still playing around with just beats
Talking about what you got, ain't air in the teeth
You can put on a vest, but I'mma still stop it
Cause I got a chopper that sound like a helicopter
And niggas really don't want me to pop the trunk
We gon' either chop or slump when I cock and dump
Whether the Glock or pump, cats ain't ready
Half from here to here, lookin like spaghetti
Pull out the machete, hack off the limbs
Bag up the pieces, wipe off the Timbs
Jump in the Benz, five cars deep
4 o'clock in the morning, riders still asleep
Shut shit down whenever we hit town
GIVE A NIGGA PASS! I lay my dick down
You can, bring out the best or, bring out the worst
You gon' bring out the worst, we gon' bring out the hearse
Niggas play poker, I play poke-her
Hit her from ear to ear make her smile like The Joker!
Huh, walkin' in the rain
Walkin', walkin', walkin'
Huh, walkin' in the rain
Walkin', walkin', walkin'
Huh, walkin' in the, rrr
Walkin', walkin', walkin'
Walkin' in the rain
Walkin' in the rain
Walkin' in the rain
Walkin' in the rain
Yep, yep, yep
I don't really trust humans that much these days
Shit, the fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans
Shit, nothin' like that dog love, I tell ya
Not just any dog, it's gotta be a pitbull
Yup, that's the only dog for me
You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one of them
They make good companions, but even worse enemies
It's all on how you take it
You know how we do baby
Aight
Grand champ
You know how we do
Scratch all day, match our weight
Fuck nigga
You can't be fuckin' serious
A raccoon ain't nothin' but a big cat
Got me on the run
Uh, uh
"
Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF!
"
Too late to send my girl downstairs to say, "He left"
Hit the basement, go through the replacement door
Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war
You know I laced the four with the hollows
Crack the safe, grab the bottles
What you want me to do? Beep Carlos!
Two houses over by the tall black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go Grease, yo, get in, you drive
What the fuck you doing, nigga? Tryna stay alive
Cops on every corner, I lean back and try to cruise by
Who the fuck coulda snitched? Must have been a new guy
Damn, they back on our ass
Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast
Trying to pull up on the side, but I'm packing to blast
Trying to take them niggas heads off, fuck cracking the glass
Hey, look out, damn, came so close
You almost hit that bitch! 
Shit, the cops hit her and I know they ain't gon' leave her
Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather
Drop it on the floor!
Boom! Got it through the door
Pedal to the floor, leave officers flyin'
Death is in the air and I don't know if it's mine
But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is
And all I can think of is, "What about my kids?"
Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick!
One, two, three, four, five more clips
Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout
Run through the fire, pull a joint from my boot out
Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear
I'm going out fast, and the last thing I hear is
"Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF!"
You can feel the love or all the evil that men do
Either playin' God or a dog that needs a menu
I was born a wolf, my nigga, let me continue
Come from a town where niggas fly out the window
Either they got thrown or the dust did it
Nah, the knife didn't kill him, but the rust did it
Lookin' at the new McLaren, need a clutch in it
That gun probably got a homi', but I fucks with it 
All these niggas been my dogs since the lowlife days 
Got a .45, shit'll probably blow like haze
You don't want a homi', you should let me go my way
I'm like Doughboy, you gon' wanna roll like Tre 
All my niggas know the ticket on the heroin price
Every bar that I say is sort of like Klondike 
Yeah, that's cold motherfucker, get a hold motherfucker 
That's my dog, if he asked, I'll take your soul motherfucker
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah 
It just takes one shot from one gun by one dude
A reason to get it, what's up? Then fuck you
You know how a nigga move, it's how a nigga move
Fuckin' snake, you should have ate when your plate had food
I'ma say what the fuck I want, let it do what it do
And wherever the fuck you at, nigga, we comin' through
I ain't playin' with you niggas, I got kids your age
I ain't your father that shoulda stayed, too late, you shoulda prayed
You ain't know, motherfucker? I'm from the home of the brave
Where we played in the mountains 'cause we lived in a cave
When I came into the game, I crashed through the wave
I'm the best, somethin' that I'm takin' to the grave
Motherfuckers' jeans is too tight to be fuckin' with dog
So stop fuckin' with me, 'cause I ain't fuckin' with y'all
I might have dropped the ball, but I got it right back
My man dove for the out of bounds save and shot it right back
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah, that's my dog, yeah 
Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes
Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes
Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes
Do it for the have-nots, do it for the lowlifes 
That's my dog, yeah, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
That's my dog, yeah , that's my dog, yeah 
__________________________________________________________
Often, my words fall on deaf ears
Motherfuckers be listenin' but don't hear
Talkin' to 'em and they be sittin' right here
I be like "Where you goin'!?", nigga be like "Yeah"
My people show love , and haven't left me stranded yet
Though I have a death wish, it ain't been granted yet
So until then, I'm gonna be that nigga all up in your chest 
Until the Lord decides to lay my ass down to rest
Bless the body at the funeral and hope I don't burn
Was a hard-headed nigga and nope I don't learn
Saw the truth but chose to ignore it, wasn't going for it
'Til a nigga had to give it to me , then I saw it
This is clear as day, I know here's the day
I'ma be on my way, nothing more to say 
But take me Lord, make me Lord, what you will
Really wanted to chill but learned how to kill
It's been downhill from then on, 'cause I been on
Some shit, and on, every move to get ten on
The next sack, but you know that's how the X act 
That's why these street niggas is waiting for the next track
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog
My niggas 
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog
My niggas 
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog
My niggas 
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog, this is for my dog
This is for my dog
My niggas 
You know Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen
But do you recall 
The most famous reindeer of all?
Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows 
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say 
Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then all the reindeers loved him
As they shouted out with glee
Rudolph, the Rednose Reindeer
You'll go down in history 
You'll go down in history 
You'll go down in histor-
You'll go down in histor-
You'll go down in history 
Then all the reindeers loved him
As they shouted out with glee
Rudolph, the Rednose Reindeer
You'll go down in history 
You'll go down in history 
You'll go down in histor-
You'll go down in histor-
You'll go down in history 
Do you hear what I tell you?
Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you
What to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you?
Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you
What to hope and to fear 
What you niggas want? 'Cause I got it right here
Y'all niggas front, then I hit you right there
Not really impressed by what niggas wear
Faggots talk shit, but I really don't care
I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause
Fuck what you heard, I will die for my dogs
Ain't scared of shit, will ride in the fog
Same thing, but a bigger size than yours
I fuck with Drag-On 'cause he spits the flame
Drag-On, motherfucker, don't forget the name
And we all takin' over, ain't shit the same
If you ain't out that mob, nigga, quit the game
And ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no other cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no other cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs is gon' be a thug with me, come on
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs is gon' be a thug with me
Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs is gon' be a thug with me
Do you hear what I tell you?
Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you
What to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you?
Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you
What to hope and to fear
Uh-huh, uh
Uh
Drag-On
My man
Swizz Beatz, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Double-R, uh
Uh 
I'm not playin'
It is not a fuckin' game
This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to
The streets, this is dedicated to
My dogs is dogs that love to brawl
Bring as many as you got cause we gon fuck 'em all
Dicksucked in the hall
The same shorty thats puttin any work on her knees
I'm duckin her call
A dog is a dog is a dog for life, dog been a dog, dog in your wife
I got kids this age
But let 'em keep talkin slick and I'm gon put somethin hot up in his ribcage
When the dog is out, bitch ass niggas get bit or fucked
One or the two,
and I'm not Ja Rule
Feel me? Aight
Huh, huh , huh, huh
Huh, huh, rrr
Woof , woof 
Woof , woof 
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh 
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, that just happened
I've seen coal turn to diamonds
And blind man's visions become skyscrapers
What began as a seed is no longer a dream
Let's become skyscrapers
Put your hands high and touch the sky 
Put your hands high and touch the skyscrapers
Put your hands high and touch the sky 
Put your hands high and touch the skyscrapers 
Breezes in the summer comet sky
And jungle city lights go flashing by
Feel full of—
Feel full, full
Reach for the sky 
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky 
Reach for the sky
Reach for the sky
The sky ain't gon' hold you
The sky is not gon' hold you
Motherfuckers, thought that the, X would stop
But I got niggas like, "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
From his camp, get the stamp, grand champ, it's official
Think when you die how many's gon' miss you
Lean over in your casket and kiss you
Send you on your way with a blessing
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow
 Nah dog, just a little
Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves
I'll murder, ten of you fools before your men and them choose
You either, win or you lose, and I, love to win
Even if it means I gotta shed blood again
Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me
Really thought that what you said would either, make me or break me?
Knowin it don't take me long to write
Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another, song tonight
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas get down like what
Niggas don't know, so I gotta flip
It seems they've forgotten how dark it could get
Bark like a Pit , scratch when I hit  
We both know you pussy but you stay talkin' shit 
What I'ma have to do dawg? Run up in your mess 
Catch you while you comfortable, put one up in your chest  
One up in yo vest, of course they the hollows
You goin' away today, just lost tomorrow 
I'ma go platinum , you gots to be kiddin', why? 
Make it double platinum , no bullshittin' 
And I'ma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows 
Strippin' hoes, gettin' dough, lettin' go 
And niggas know, who the best is
The dog, DMX is, the rest is or might as well be helpless 
I'm reckless, 'cause when I wreck shit
I might snatch a nigga's necklace
Then go from like midnight to breakfast 
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggas just don't know
Where niggas is about to go, oh-no, oh-no
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way ya niggas wanna stop mine
Ya niggas must be out yo' mind
I don't know why
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my flow
Ain't no way ya niggas just don't know
Where niggas is about to go, oh-no, oh-no
Ain't no way you're gonna stop my shine
Ain't no way ya niggas wanna stop mine
Ya niggas must be out yo' mind
I don't know why
Real mechanical, baby
Shit is hot
Hot to def, Swizz Beatz, Ruff Ryders
Dawg
You must be out yo motherfuckin' mine-ine
Uh, hahaha, I love it 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Hold me down 
Nobody, nobody gonna take me down 
'Cause I been through it all 
Woah 
Nobody, nobody gonna take me down 
Oh Lord, you wanna know how I survive
And it's all because of you, yeah
And I'm just so grateful
Grr
C'mon 
Ain't no such thing as enough money, I want it all
A nigga showin' me how to go get it, that's somethin' I can't recall 
How you never did nothing for me but tell me one for all?
"How the fuck you run up all them Ms without a Adderall?" 
That's what they ask me, came up from nothin' now I'm established 
Reach for these karats and get your ears stretched, silly rabbit 
I'm a dog, all bite, no bark , no fear in my heart
Lambo truck with the stars, I paid two hundred some' large
Money, bitches and chains , niggas jackin' the slang
Rose gold Rollie the only thing 'bout me plain 
Rolls-Royce Cullinan today 'cause it might rain 
That shit came with an umbrella, trap jumpin' like Coachella 
I'm sippin' on some clean, half my money still dirty 
They know I got a bitch, but these hoes still flirtin' 
I'm in the field pissed, feel like Mike Vick, I'm quarter backin'
We be talkin' slick so charges don't stick, never lackin' 
Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches 
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches 
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
When the dog get hungry, the dog gon' eat
That's when I slide my plate right under a nigga feet
Like the lines in the road, I get down in the street
Come through like "brrap," put them cats to sleep
Stay with the heat, cook niggas , shook niggas 
Me and mine come through, we nothing but crook niggas 
We off the hook, nigga , everybody strip 
Everybody get down 'cause my niggas flip 
On Jake niggas, fake niggas, snake niggas 
Make niggas rape niggas, I hate niggas 
Talking that riff-raff, get back 
They call me "Extortion", nigga, I get half
Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches
All these fucking killers, but the jail's full of snitches 
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
Money, money, money , bitches, bitches, bitches 
All these fucking killers , but the jail's full of snitches 
A dollar ain't got a fucking thing to do with riches
Say cheese, now I got pictures of what a bitch is 
Chorus
Man, I told you I lock jaws, carry a Glock four
Close my eyes on y'all niggas, the bullets'll watch yours
Then I gotta open up another can of ass-whippin
Y'all niggas better pucker up, time for some real ass-kissin
I'm a simple man, I lead a simple life, I mean simple like
I don't need much to be aight, live off the land, eat at night
Handle whatever's comin when I get there, but I'm good 
Dismantle whatever's comin, y'all niggas sit there and put up hoods!
How my niggas feelin?  How my niggas like it? 
What my niggas want?  We stay callin niggas bluff
But if it's got to be, then it's gon' be, c'mon let's eat
Whatever my niggas want from me, is what my niggas gonna get from me
And if I ever.. let the words, of another nigga bother me
I might as well.. let the sperm, of that other nigga father me
But they know, like I know, the black Rhino
Niggas rippin through em and let the nine blow
Nigga die slow! Oh.. oh oh!!
Chorus 3X
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
What? Ruff Ryders, Volume One, the compilation
DMX, Swizz Beats, uhh, double R
What? Double up, y'all gotta feel us
Y'all GOTTA feel us
Rrrrr, ARF ARF, woo woo!
Man, that's when you come in and
Wake her up with the dick, hahaha
You don't say a motherfuckin' word
Just slide in the bed and wake her up with the dick
Get up, boo-boo 
Get up, boo-boo  haha
Get up! X, baby!
You know what it is
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
[Verse 3: Mr. Vegas, Sean Paul &
DMX
]
Wha do da claffi dey
And da bait ya
Like a scared wretch wi leff dem fi later
Wi keep goin on an on an on fill di body a ole juss like straina
Yo, yo, yo yo man!
Suh make dem know wi have a shootin gallery
Killin is fun an wi nuh need not a salary
Full up a di hamma suh nuhbody cyaan falla we
An wi nuh owe nuh apology, yo, well
I did more kinds of war crimes more times
Than in war times, went way before times
You know what's sad man, that I'm such a mad man
Bad man, with that BOOM you never had man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
All gangsta yout' me waan fi see yuh guns high
Nuh see yatta? fi nuh fassy
Cause a fassy nah try
Make dem skins cry
Marrow affi fly
Splash it out inna di sky
Here comes the boom 
Chorus
Now if I take what he gave me and I, use it right 
In other words if I listen and, use the light 
Then what I say will remain here, after I'm gone
Still here, on the strength of a song, I live on 
No second-guessin on what I stood for, I was good for
Stoppin niggas from killin each other in the hood war 
Comin through showin love, throwin up 
Them cats not throwin love, you know whassup 
Dark Man baby, that's my name
And I gots to be the realest nigga  up in this game
Cause ain't no shame, they don't make em like, this no more
Real to the core, big heart but built for war
I stand for what I believe in
Even if what I believe in stops me from breathin
Relatives grievin, but I ain't went nowhere
Listen to the song  I'm right there
Chorus
Does it bother me?
Yeah off course it bothers me
Cause it's not who I am, I'm not you know, the person the media portrays me to be, ya mean?
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be
Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna..
'Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP 
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be
Make you wanna.. then I'm gonna..
'Cause I gotta.. POP POP, POP POP 
Niggas won't creep these streets with me
'Cause you know fuckin what these streets'll be
In the name of Jesus, let us pray
Father, please walk with us through the bad times, as well as the good
May we be heard and understood, from the suburbs to the hood
May you judge us by our hearts and not by our mistakes
And see that we get our breakthrough, however long that it takes
May you fill that void in our souls and lay our fears to rest
For there's no way we could live for Jesus, when we're living in the flesh
So I pray that you will allow our spirits to be born
Grow strong, move on, know right from wrong
First John, chapter two, versе fifteen
"Do not love the world or anything in the world," and wе know what that means
But listen
We know that distance we need to be away from fire to keep it missin'
But that doesn't mean we'll listen
Lord, you take care of fools and babies
You teach women to honor their men and men to respect their ladies
But lately, so many of us have gone astray
Doing wrong for so long that we've forgotten the way
Please, bring us back home
And instill in us the Word which is our backbone
We're just children that act grown
There is so much we're entitled to
Yet, we receive so little
Because this time in our spiritual warfare
We are comfortable in the middle
So I pray that you open our eyes
Give us the anointing to recognize the devil and his lies
If we keeps our actions wise, our prayers sincere
Our heads to the sky, you will diminish our fears
In Jesus' mighty name, we are brave, amen
 
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
They gon' need extra pits and extra Glocks
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
They gon' need extra guns and extra blocks
They gon' need extra jails and extra cops
They gon' need extra pits and extra Glocks
They gon' need extra chains and extra watches
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this
War that's for sure
Nigga come and get it
We Ryde or Die, why?
'Cause our niggas is wit it
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this
War that's for sure
Nigga come and get it
We Ryde or Die, why?
'Cause our niggas is wit it
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this
War that's for sure
Nigga come and get it
We Ryde or Die, why?
'Cause our niggas is wit it
Now what y'all want me to do
Keep your shit the hardest
It's about to go down
Niggas is ready to start this
War that's for sure
Nigga come and get it
We Ryde or Die, why?
'Cause our niggas is wit it
Cats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw
Run up in that fuckin' building, kick down the door
Y'all don't want no fuckin' problems wit' X
Y'all don't wanna see them four-legged beasts
Wit' them collars on their necks
Wit' them niggas downstairs wit' the tech, you know the rest
Fuck it, blow it y'all niggas, bitch I take respect
Dog's shit hot, that's why y'all cowards froze me quick
I pop up, catch niggas on some cozy shit
With Chinese slippers and silk scarves on
Nigga out here tryin' to get his bark on, wonder why the dog gone
I couldn't take it, deface it, that nigga make shit
That's somethin' that'll happen, nigga wanna brace it
And for the record, what you gonna do to fill up my spot?
I ain't gon' front, that "Pon De Replay" shit, was kinda hot
Not!! How you gonna jack Will Smith for a beat?
That's like tryna jack me for the streets! It ain't happenin'!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!
WE IN HERE!WE IN HERE! {*explosion*}
]
I just wish we all understood... the beauty... of music
Keep (
Yeah!
) your head (
What!
) to the sky (
Uh, uh, uh, uh, come on!
)
Keep (
Yeah!
) your head (
What!
) to the sky (
Uh, uh, uh, uh
)
When I think I don't deserve it, I think about Jesus
And the fact that he was perfect and he thinks that I'm worth it
I know I got a purpose, so when I don't like what I see in the mirror
I learn to look past the surface
Believe me God heard this, 'cause these words came from my heart
I was in pain, it was dark
Then came the spark to light down the road
To let me know that he would lighten up my load
And it's gon' get greater, later
God only wants the best for me, but the devil's a hater
I can see his eyes through the smiles of fake friends
If y'all think hate wins... just keep waitin'
At the end of the day who's will will you think will prevail
Or will you live to tell
Miracle after miracle it comes through
The spiritual individual is in you
Keep (
Yeah!
) your head (
What!
) to the sky (
Uh, uh, uh, uh, come on!
)
Keep (
Yeah!
) your head (
What!
) to the sky (
Uh, uh, uh, uh
)
Lord if you hear me, You know that I'm comin' to You sincerely
I need You near me, please feel me
I'm sick and I need for You to heal me
I'm lost and lookin' for the real me, I'm tired and weary
Haven't been able to see things clearly
And even though I know You love me dearly,
I still get leery
So where does that leave me? Lost and alone
I wanna call God but it's like I lost my phone
Every day is a struggle, 'cause I juggle my problems
Need to let go and let God, 'cause only he could solve 'em
I'm tired of lyin' to myself, thinkin' I could do it on my own
But when I get left alone
That's when the devil sneaks in and creeps in
Knocks on the door lightly then peeks in
And it's usually around the weekends
That I get reckless and jump off the deep end
(
Come on
)
Keep (
Yeah!
) your head (
What!
) to the sky (
Uh, uh, uh, uh, come on!
)
Keep (
Yeah!
) your head (
What!
) to the sky (
Uh, uh, uh, uh
)
Slippin' and fallin'
This time it got a nigga callin'
Up to the Lord where I'm crawlin'
On my knees 'cause I'm tired of slippin' and fallin'
Please help me, which way do I go?
Life's a book, which page do I show?
'Cause I know, can't show 'em all
Even though I slipped and fell I won't fall
Get it? Okay, you don't
Some of y'all will but most of y'all won't
I'mma keep livin' life bein' the man
That God made me 'cause I know only He can save me
Slippin' and fallin'
This time it got a nigga callin'
Up to the Lord where I'm crawlin'
On my knees 'cause I'm tired of slippin' and fallin'
I wish, I wish, ah I wish you knew!
I wish you fucking knew!
*humming* maAHmmaAHH
You love me
I don't wanna fall
I won't fall
I don't wanna fall
Please help me
I don't wanna fall
Ahh-ahh
I feel the ghost from within, comin' back to haunt me
Stay lovin' my peoples, even though they don't want me
When I was bad, I was forgotten, like I was dead and rotten
Should've been gettin' love, but instead was plottin'
Shit wasn't right, and it was all blamed on me
Didn't know that I was special 'til this rap shit came to be
Gave me a way out, showed me it was better to teach
Than bust niggas with the 4-4, leave 'em dead in the streets
Over beef that was worth less, than the cost of the slugs that I bought to kill them
And that's because I thought I ought to kill 'em
Little did I know, death wasn't right
Didn't always show every breath was a life
It was to be captured in suspended animation
To be felt by all, understood by every nation
What's the sense of hatin', when I can show love
What's the sense of fakin', when I can show blood
Now what's the moral to this story?
Come on!
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
-Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
-If I don't know, I don't know
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
-I don't know
Where would I go?
-But I know where I'm coming from
If I don't know where I'm coming from
-Do you know where you're coming from?
Where would I go?
Yonkers is where we grew
Trials we got through
On top is where we stay
'Til the end, as long as we pray
P.K. in Swizz's place
Send tracks everyday
On Hot97 ya hear
DMX all through the year
Lyrically I'm, untouchable..
Infa-Red nigga, let's go..
All I can know is 365 days of pain
My name, how to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggas a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don't wear your watch around me nigga I take time
Like niggas that them blue tried to like
I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice
And Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be precise
But I handle my business like I'm supposed to
When you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my poster
But I could post up and get rid of my pieces
Out in Cali sellin' rocks the size of Domino pizzas
I'm untouchable, nigga
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know 
We're untouchable
Double R.. whoo! All day..
Yo, aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yo
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness 
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood 
And I don't mean cause I gained weight in the hood 
My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?
Our hammer's cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair
Yeah nigga what? The new rap LeBron's here
Get 'em dog, we the new America's nightmare
And we don't say much, we just get it on
That's why we don't get touched, y'all like a dutch
Hands all on you, I'm tryna warn you
To stay in your place, so you don't get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know 
We're untouchable
Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!
You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I'm back on the grind
I'm back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine
I'll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggas is eatin, I'm splittin' the pies
Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine
Yeah, you get in my way I pity your moms
Yeah, my block is real, my niggas is armed
My borough is thorough, we bang with each other
I'm switchin' my diamonds and changin' the color
With change of weather, canary in the sun, uhh
I bury ya nigga then bury the gun, X whattup?
Me and you is untouchable 
We both had bricks they couldn't sniff cause the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we "Ryde or Die"
You drivin' by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We're untouchable
Everyday the sun'll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I'm gettin' down one thing that I know 
We're untouchable
Uh!
'Cause it's all 
Goin' on, in my life
Earl Simmons AKA The Dawg gettin down for real and goin' hard
'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
This is my life and I'mma livin' it how I wanna live it
Motherfuckers won't you fuckin' come and get it, come on
'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
Check it out yo, give me at least three feet
Or end up stinkin' leakin' in the street 
'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
I wanna be able to teach you Blood
Wanna be able to sit down and eat with you Cuz 
'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
I go through what I go through so you don't have to
You should be glad to have the worst statute
'Cause it's all  goin on, in my life
There it is my dreams my fears
My words that constantly fall on deaf ears 
'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
Forgive me father for I have sinned 
Cleanse my soul I'm ready to win let's begin 
'Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
Please give me the strength to rebuke the devil
Give me the speech show the word that's heard on all levels 
Cause it's all, goin on, in my life
Uh
'Cause it's all 
Goin' on  in my life
This is my life! This is my life!
'Cause it's all 
'Goin on  in my life
In my life
This is my life
Ooh ooh ooh
Life of mine, live in the life of crime
Aaah
That's what's up baby, ain't nothin fake about this
It's my motherfuckin' life
I gots to make a move and make it soon, uh
I gots to take a block and make it boom
I take the car and hit it with this boom
Now come on, let's get that money
I gots to make a move and make it soon, uh
I gots to take a block and make it boom
I take the car and hit it with this boom
Now come on, let's get that money
You ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up, I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
We goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?
You ain't gotta go home tonight
You can stay right here with me
I ain't goin' nowhere
When you wake up, I'm gon' be right there
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
I ain't worried about shit
You're here with me
Look, it's like I love my wife
We goin' through things and I ain't goin' home tonight, aight?
X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya
Cause X is comin' for ya
Run, hide, duck, duck
We don't give a fuck, fuck
Fuck it
Let us pray
Father thank you for makin' me righteous and accepted through the blood of Jesus
Because of that I am blessed and highly favored by you
I am the object of your affection, your favors surround me as a shield
And the first thing that people come in contact with is my favor-shield
Thank you that I have favor with you and man today
All day long, people go out of their way to bless and to help me
I have favor with everyone that I deal with today
Doors that were once closed are now open for me
I receive preferential treatment and I have special priveledges
I am God's favorite child
No good thing will he withhold from me
Because of God's favor my enemies cannot triumph over me
I have supernatural increase in promotions
I declare restoration of everything that the devil has stolen from me
I have honor in the midst of my adversaries, and an increase of assets
Especially in real estate and an expansion of territory
Because I am highly favored by God I experience great victories
Supernatural turnarounds and miraculous breakthroughs; in the midst of great impossibilities
I receive recognition, prominence and honor
Petitions are granted to me even by ungodly authorities
Policies, rules, regulations and laws are changed and reversed on my behalf
I win battles that I don't even have to fight because God fights them for me
This is the day, the set time, the designated moment for me to experience the free favors of God
That profusely and lavishly abound on my behalf
In Jesus' mighty name we have prayed
Amen, and Amen
Loyalty is something that you can never get enough of
Life’s a bitch, but you can’t snuff her
I'ma think about it, shit is only getting rougher
So it's better niggas die than suffer
This that street shit nigga, fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga, fuck that weak shit
This that street shit nigga, fuck that weak shit
This the bath-salts song, motherfuckers act like Zombies when it come on
It's that cut-throat, cut-throat, kill shit
Coke, weed, dealer shit, this that real shit
Shit pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow it up
Cats better slow it up, y'all niggas know what's up
My niggas throw it up; we all know that
In fact, niggas missing the action, where are they at?
See, you niggas never really been ducked out
But got enough mouth to get snuffed out; roof the rough route
We don't play around here, nigga, we're grown
Start applying pressure, give the dog a bone
I'm taking half; it's just that simple
Or I can start popping niggas like pimples
I'ma let you call it, you ballin'
'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you're staggering and fallin'
God's plan, God's plan
I can't do this on my own, ayy 
Someone watchin' this shit close 
I've been me since Scarlett Road, ayy 
Might go down as G.O.D. 
I go hard on Southside G 
I make sure that north-side eat, yeah
And still
Bad things
It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin'
And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me
Yeah, yeah
Bad things
It's a lot of bad things that they wishin' and wishin'
And wishin' and wishin', they wishin' on me
Yeah
I don't even care, I need a photo with Drake
Because my Instagram is weak as fuck
I'm just being real, my shit, look–
Ever since I left the city…
How do you spell "Hennessy?"
I put two "N"s and two "S"es, is it like that? Hen... Henn... Henn...
It's definitely not showing up
I know "Hennessy" has two "S"es for sure, so I'm gonna take out one of the "N"s
I was running through the 6 with my woes
And you know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
Runnin' through the 6 with my woes
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
You know how that shit go
Runnin' through the 6 with my woes
You know how that shit go
...Shell out, all if yuh eye nuh big
Always haffi look out, yuh no know if yuh head book out
Dun know, a de Unruly boss, dis man
No bomboclat, otha
And if a boy nuh like OVO or Chromatic
Yuh can jus suck yuh mada!!
With no apology,
if you nuh like we, we nuh like you neither youth
Your girl a say we cute, if you diss you will get execute
That's the truth, OVO Unruly
With my woes
Oh man
Oh man, oh man
Not again
Yeah
I learned the game from William Wesley, you can never check me
Back to back for the niggas that didn't get the message
Back to back, like I'm on the cover of Lethal Weapon
Back to back, like I'm Jordan '96, '97
Woah—very important and very pretentious
When I look back, I might be mad that I gave this attention
Yeah, but it's weighin' heavy on my conscience
Yeah, and fuck, you left The Boy no options
I wanna see my niggas go insane
You gon' make me step out of my fuckin' frame
You gon' make me buy bottles for Charlamagne
You gon' make me go out of my fuckin' way
I waited four days, nigga, where y'all at?
I drove here in the Wraith, playin' AR-AB
I'm not sure what it was that really made y'all mad
But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap
I mean whoa, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up
Second floor at Tootsies, gettin' shoulder rubs
This for y'all that think that I don't write enough
They just mad 'cause I got the Midas touch
You love her, then you gotta give the world to her
Is that a world tour or your girl's tour?
I know that you gotta be a thug for her
This ain't what she meant when she told you to open up more
Yeah, trigger fingers turn to Twitter fingers
Yeah, you gettin' bodied by a singin' nigga
I'm not the type of nigga that'll type to niggas
And shout to all my boss bitches wifin' niggas
Make sure you hit him with the prenup
Then tell that man to ease up
I did another one, I did another one
You still ain't did shit about the other one
I got the drink in me, going back to back
Yeah, going back to back
I got the drink in me, going back to back
Yeah, I'm going back to back
I don't wanna hear about this ever again
Not even when she tell him that they better as friends
Not even when you saying, "Drizzy, tell 'em again!"
I been puttin' on a show, it was a sell-out event
Oh, you need better seatin'
I didn't wanna do it, gave me every reason
The point I'm tryin' to make is I don't ever need 'em
Seen what you'd do for fame, what would you do for freedom?
Please, check 'em for a wire or a earpiece
Please, please do not let these niggas near me
Please, think before you come for the great one
Please, who's a real nigga and who ain't one?
Please, somebody stop me
I'm talkin' boasy and gwanin wassy
I got the fest in five days and it's my shit
Soon as a nigga hit the stage, they gon'
They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back
Yeah, they want it back to back
They gon' ask if I can play this shit back to back
I took a break from Views, now it's back to that, nigga 
Got everything, I got everything
I cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cause I—
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me
No help, that's all me, all me for real
Came up, that's all me, stay true, that's all me—
Ho, shut the fuck up!
I got way too much on my mental
I learn from what I've been through
I'm finna do what I didn't do
And still waking up like the rent's due
Not complicated, it's simple
I got sexy ladies, a whole Benz-full
And to them hoes I'm everything—everything but gentle
But I still take my time 
Man, I guess I'm just old fashioned
Wearing retro sh—, that's old fashion
Nigga, see what I'm saying, no closed caption
I paint pics, see the shit, good sex, need to hit
Keep a broad on the floor year 'round like season tickets
I plead the fifth, drink a fifth, load the nine
Leave you split, in the half,
smoke a half, need a zip
My new girl is on Glee and shit
Probably making more money than me and shit
I swear to God I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one
Like I got trust issues
I'm sorry for the people I've pushed out
I'm the type to have a bullet-proof condom
And still gotta pull out
But that's just me and I ain't perfect
I ain't a saint but I am worth it
If it's one thing, I am worth it
Niggas still hating but it ain't working
Lil' bitch...
Oh me, oh me, oh my
I think I done fucked too many women from the 305
'Fore the end of this year
I'll do King of Diamonds 3 more times
Smoking on that kush all in our section
Like it's legalized
Girl, you can't always have your way
Sometimes it be like that
They don't really fuck with you like that
They ain't never did me like that
I just took my time, you got the shine
I let you eat like that
I been taught to never loan somebody
What you need right back
And I need that shit right back
 I’m blessed than a muhfucka
Niggas been stressed than a muhfucka
Niggas getting nervous
Clutching they chests like a muhfucka
Damn that’s a motherfucker
Tell the truth, I don’t listen to you
'Cause I don’t like being lied to
And that ship won’t sail
And that wind won’t guide you
Daddy was in jail, we was talking through the window
Like a motherfucking drive-thru
That was back then, man
Now my niggas rich enough to do whatever I do
I love me
I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me
I know you been through more than most of us
So what are you
What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling, you
You give, but you cannot take love
Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G
Been a East Side ting
Scarborough ting from time, G
Been have up di ting dem from time, G
So I don't know what's wrong with these
Little wasteman out here, eh?
Y'all need to know yourself
That's when they smile in my face
Whole time they wanna take my place
Whole time they wanna take my place
Whole time they wanna take my place
Yeah, I know they wanna take my place
I can tell that love is fake 
I don't trust a word you say 
How you wanna clique up after your mistakes?
Look you in the face, and it's just not the same
I've been down so long, it look like up to me
They look up to me
I got fake people showin' fake love to me
Straight up to my face, straight up to my face
I've been down so long, it look like up to me
They look up to me
I got fake people showin' fake love to me
Straight up to my face, straight up to my face
Skrrt
And more chune for your headtop
So watch how you speak on my name, you know?
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Could it be the way that I'll catch up
Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get the
Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill, y'all 
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake
Five hundred million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is frontin', that's upside-down cake
Get 'em a red nose, they clown cakes
They shoulda never let you 'round cake
Look at my neck, I got a karat cake, uh
Now here's the icin' on the cake
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uh
I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah, we got it, bitch
I've done made more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, Biggs made millions
Ye made millions, Just made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions
Beans'a tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
Uh, I'm back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot, but my jet don't lag
A pair of Jordan 3's, tryna chase this cash
Gucci airbag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
I'm fresh out of Advil—Jesus, grab the wheel
Yeah, uh
Look, fuck all that "Happy to be here" shit that y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog
Like I should fall in line
Like I should alert niggas when I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy
And not say I'm the greatest of my generation
Like I should be dressing different
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best behavior and not talk my shit
And do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn't study the game to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same
Man, I'm doing it better
Like I didn't make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself
But I thought "Fuck it", it's worth it to share 'em
With someone else other than Paris for once
I text her from time to time, she a mom now
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down
I told her she could live with me if she need to, I got a compound
But I think she's straight
'Cause she supported since Hot Beats
Right before Wayne came and got me
out of the back room
Where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldn't have
In the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway
Three months later, I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't remember that story
But that shit stick with me always
Couldn't believe when he called me
You never know what could happen to you
And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit 'cause it's somethin' to do
Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg
Nothing was the same, dawg
Now she want a photo, you already know, though 
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Real nigga, what's up?
Now she want a photo, you already know, though
You only live once, that's the motto, nigga, YOLO
And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga, we don't really play
Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way, real nigga, what's up?
Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman
Money on the counter, choppers on the floor
I just copped that tempo, DJ Mustard, woo
Way too much codeine and Adderall
We just count up big racks, woah
I know I'ma get my bitch back, woah
I count all these racks that I have on me now, I'ma have you like, "Woah"
Chanel N°9, Chanel N°5, well, you got 'em both
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'
They just spent like two or three weeks out the country
Them boys up to somethin', they just not just bluffin'
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to somethin'
Are you drunk right now?
I'm just sayin' you could do better
Tell me, have you heard that lately?
I'm just sayin' you could do better
And I'll start hatin' only if you make me
You not gon' come?
I guess I'm 'bout to just kick it here then
Just throw up while I hold your hair back
Her white friend said, "You niggas crazy," I hope no one heard that
Yeah, I hope no one heard that
'Cause if they did, we gon' be in some trouble, yeah
If they did, we gon' be in some trouble, trouble, oh
Do you love this shit?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you fuck your girl, is it true?
You gettin' money?
You think them niggas you with is with you?
And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, damn right, alright
And we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
And we say hell yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah
Fuckin' right, damn right, alright, aw, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
Um, trying to think of the right thing to say
Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make that
Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, gotta make that
Gotta, gotta, gotta g-g-gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta
Gotta, g-g-gotta, gotta, gotta make that jump, jump 
Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up, bend it over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, over, over, over, over, lift it up
Make that jump, jump
Bend it over, lift it up 
Bend it over, lift it up 
That's a real one in your reflection
Without a follow, without a mention
You really pipin' up on these niggas
You gotta be nice for what to these niggas?
I understand
Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me
There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me
Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd cry for me
Gotta hit the club like you hit them, hit them, hit them angles
(
BlaqNmilD, you a genius, you diggin' me?
)
It's a short life, yeah
Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me
Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me?
Thank you, thanks, Drake, thanks baby
Motherfuckers drunk and tired
Tired, I'm tired, boss
I got enemies,  got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the wave from a nigga
Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga
Nah, fuck all of you niggas, I ain't finished
Y'all don't wanna hear me say it's a go
Y'all don't wanna see Win Win, 50 or Whoa
I got real ones livin' past Kennedy Road
I got real ones wit' me everywhere that I go
I'm tryna tell ya I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Every time I see 'em, somethin' wrong with their memory
Tryna take the wave from a nigga
So tired of savin' all these niggas, mayne
Yeah, run 'em
I got enemies, got a lot of enemies
Got a lot of people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take the wave from a nigga
Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your nigga
I'm too good to you
I'm way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don't understand it
No, I'm too good to you
I'm way too good to you
You take my love for granted
I just don't understand it
Gyal a you mi waan
Pay fi yuh visa meck yo fly out regular
Baby, cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it
Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit
Mi wi give you everything weh deh in my wallet
And in my pocket
Cock up yuh bumper, sit down pon it
Gyal yo pum pum good and yuh fit
Mi wi give you everything weh deh in my wallet
And in my pocket
Yes, Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to
Yeah, yeah, this the shit I wanna go out to
Rock me real slowly
Put a bib on me
I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you
The things you do
Yeah, these days, these new girls, they got me nervous
They go to school and do bottle service
They can't decide, they keep switchin' majors
Being indecisive makes me anxious
Call your number and it's out of service
Who can I call for your information?
What am I supposed to do after we done everything that we done?
Who is your replacement?
Are we still good? Are we still good?
Are we still good? Are we still good?
Rock me real slowly
Put a bib on me
I'm just like a baby, droolin' over you
The things you do
Oh, I know you don't love me, baby
They're trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body
Three in the morning, still going down
Wheezy outta here
Remember?
Remember? Motherfucker
Remember?
Hold up, hold my phone
They used to never want to hear us
Remember? Motherfucker never loved us
Remember? Motherfucker
Remember? Worst behavior
Looking for revenge
All summer sixteen
All summer sixteen
Playing dirty not clean
Out in front of Four Seasons
Looking like a damn football team
All repping one thing
Looking for...
They don’t want us to have a bigger pool than Kanye
Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell
I will never understand that, but oh well
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck
I said, "Girl, that's all that we do"
Okay, now you're talkin' my language
Now you're talkin' my language
Now you're talkin' my language
Now you're talkin' my language
Been ready, it's real, I don't know about you
She just want to smoke and fuck
I said, "Girl, that's all that we do"
Famous and dangerous
You understand me?
Showtime, headlines,
Big Tyme
"Sunshine,"
tote 9's, bust mines
Flatline, hard grind, high life
Stay fly, it's jet time – stunt, nigga!
Every time you see a nigga – stunt, nigga!
Every time you see a nigga – stunt, nigga!
Swag on head to feet nigga – stunt, nigga!
I just might bring in some girls from Miami to heat up the city
And that's word to Stunna, you know it
Say my name, say my name
When no one is around you
Say, "Baby, I love you"
If you ain't running games
Say my name, say my name
You actin' kinda shady, baby
Why the sudden change?
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then
But how 'bout now? 
'Cause I'm up right now 
And you stuck right now 
Oh, you thought you had it all figured out back then
Girl, how 'bout now? 
'Cause I'm up right now 
And you stuck right now, yeah 
You thought the little effort that you put in was enough, girl
How 'bout now? Yeah
Girl, how 'bout now, how 'bout now, girl?
What about now, girl, how 'bout now?
My heart belongs to you
Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do
Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do
Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do
Whatever you need, there's nothin' I won't do
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush it through
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
Oh, don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush it through, oh
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you, oh, oh
Don't give up, on your hopes
And you tell me somethin's gone wrong
Wholehearted, wholehearted, you care, you care
'Cause I'm such a dreamer, a believer in a sense
Well, if it's all a dream
Then I'm on fire, feels like, I'm on fire
Tell me when I'm lyin', tell me when I'm tryin'
Yeah
May your neighbors respect you
Trouble neglect you
Angels protect you
And Heaven accept you
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin'
This a Rollie, not a stopwatch, shit don't ever stop
From smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin'
This the flow that got the block hot, shit got super hot
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
There they go, packin' stadiums
as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa
He can make them look like bozos
He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, fuck no
Go for broke,
his cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain't had him a buzz like this
Since the last time that he overdosed
They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know
Rap will never be the same as befo'
Bashin' in the brains of these hoes
And establishin' a name as he goes
The passion in the flame is ignited
You can't put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck
That I'm talkin' about when we riot
You dealin' with a few true villains
Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin'
And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings
Come flyin' up out of our mouths,
now, rewind it
Payback, motherfucker
For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste outta your mouth
With the bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save
By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit forever, mane, ever, mane, ever, mane
Hell nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Never let these niggas ride your wave
Nope, no way, nah
Park the Benz just to the ride the Wraith
Skrrt skrrt
Ten million dollars, gotta hide the safe
Skrrt skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
Skrrt skrrt, oh
Michael Phelps with the swim moves
Skrrt skrrt, oh
Michael Jordan with the tennis shoes
I'm the one, one
Why do I feel like the only one?
Why do I feel like you owe me one?
6 G-O-D, I'm the holy one
Yeah, you know wassup
, yeah
They been off for a minute now
You know they all sentimental now
You know they all actin' different now
And I, I just can't pretend
Seen too much, it's so hard for me to let new people in
I can't change, this shit set in stone
They can't live this long
You don't know where you're gonna go
I got this shit mapped out strong
When I pull up on a nigga tell that nigga back, back
I'm too good with these words, watch a nigga backtrack
All I know, if I die, I'm a mothafuckin' legend
It's too late for my city, I'm the youngest nigga reppin'
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
Oh my God, oh my God, if I die, I'm a legend
I'm the one
Hermès link, ice-blue mink 
Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is 
They want me gone, wait for the kicker
Bury me now and I only get bigger
That's word to my nigga 
Yeah, October Firm in the cut 
Stay at the top like I'm stuck, that's just how I'm givin' it up
She wanna get married tonight
But I can't take a knee, 'cause I'm wearin' all white
Me and my broski are twins, but we don't look alike
I don't take naps
Me and the money are way too attached to go and do that
Muscle relax 
That and the spliff put me right on my back, I gotta unpack 
Virginia Black 
I could go make enough money off that and not even rap
What's that? Facts 
Contract max, I gotta bring that shit back 
Hermès link , ice-blue mink 
Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is
They want me gone, out of the picture 
Bury me now and I only get bigger
That's word to my, word to my—
I'm so hot, yeah, I’m so right now 
Who's not gang, bitch? Let me find out 
Keep hearin' clicks when I'm talkin' on the iPhone
Feds in the city hate to see us on a high note 
I switch flow like I switch time zone
Can't get Nobu, but you can get Milestone 
I got a new mansion, 'cause I outgrew the condo
Gotta do Maybach, she wanna fuck on the drive home
Yeah, met her once and I got through 
I'm never washed, but I'm not new
I know I said top five, but I'm top two
And I'm not two and I got one
Thought you had one, but it's not one, nigga, nah
Hermès link, ice-blue mink 
Tat on my ribs like I do not know what permanent is
They want me gone , wait for the kicker
Bury me now and I only get bigger
That's word to my nigga 
Yah!
Music a drop!
Gyal a whine up dem bumpa
Dis is di summa summa controlla
Drake from Canada, Beenie Man from Jamaica
Dah one yah a murda—Zagga!
What type of games are bein' played?
How's it goin' down?
If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit' me or what?
Yeah
What type of games are bein' played?
How's it goin' down?
If it's on 'til we gone, then I gots to know now
Is you wit' me or what?
Yeah
Yeah, remember you was livin' at The London for a month
Service elevator up to 4201
We was still a secret, couldn't come in through the front
Girl, I had your back when all you used to do was front
That's for sure though, I made a career off reminiscin'
Time got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different
I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things
Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck the shade they throwin'
Understand I got responsibilities to people that I need
And on my way to make this dough
A lot of niggas cut the check so they can take this flow
A lot of niggas cut the check so they can take this flow
Ohhh, ohhh
Tryna give your ass the world
You runnin' your fingers through my curls
You knew me when the kid had waves
But that's enough of that
You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass
And that's some real shit
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah, they know, yeah
That the real is on the rise
Fuck them other guys
I even gave 'em a chance to decide
Now it's something they know
They know, they know, they know
I be yellin' out, "Money over everything," money on my mind
Mind, mind-mind
Tell 'em I apologize, it happened over time
Time, time-time
They know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know 
Got a lot of blood and it's cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul 
Thankful for the women that I know
Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho 
Every month
She don't even love me, she just puttin' on a front 
She gon' try and settle outta court and make a run
Then gon' ask me how I'm doin'?
I'm upset 
Half a million on my head I can accept, yeah
'Least it makes me feel like someone tried their best, yeah
Want to waste a half a million, be my guest
Made me wanna buy a vest and a TEC 
But I'm blessed, I just checked 
Hate me, never met me in the flesh 
Said she's got some things she gotta come here and collect
That shit is in a box to the left, to the left 
Got a lot of blood and it's cold
They keep tryna get me for my soul 
Thankful for the women that I know 
Can't go fifty-fifty with no ho
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you 
I've loved and I've lost
Own it, own it, own it, own it
Own it, own it, own it, own it
Own it, own it, own it, own it
Own it, own it, own it, I said
Go own that shit
Own it
Own it
It's yours, it's yours
Own it, own it, own it, own it
Own it, baby, own it, it's yours
Own that shit, own that shit, own that shit
Yeah-yeah, I figure out you, you figure out me
We both a different breed
I'm followin' your lead, I ask you what you need
You say, "A guarantee"
I mean, you say that like it's easy
You never believe me
Told you I got Zs for these other girls sleepin' on 'em
Girl, I'm sleepy
Sometimes I'm so indecisive
But you a real ass woman and I like it
I don't wanna fight it
I give you my fortune
I dedicate, I dedicate
I dedicate, I dedicate
I dedicate, dedicate, dedicate
I dedicate to you
I dedicate, I dedicate
This song's for you
I dedicate, I dedicate
I give you my voice
This song's for you
But I need someone different
You know it, oh, you know it
Oh, you know it, we both know it
I need someone different
You know it, oh, you know it
Oh, you know it, we both know it
Something's been missing
You know it, oh, she knows it
Oh, I know it, we all know it
I need someone different
Oh, oh
They loving the crew
Oh, they loving the crew
Oh, they loving the crew
Loving the crew, oh
Oh, they loving the crew
They loving the crew
They loving the crew
They loving the crew
Woah
'Cause we blowin' like a C4
Got my whole crew blowin' like a C4
Is this shit real? Should I pinch you?
After all the things that we been through, I got you, yeah
Look what you've done, look what you've done
Look what you've done for me now, yeah
You knew that I was gon' be somethin'
When you're stressed out and you need somethin', I got you, yeah
Look what you've done, look what you've done
Look what you've, look what you've
Hi Aubrey
I'm here sitting with my son having a little talk
And he knew, knows how to get in touch with you now
To let you know how grateful I am for your help in keeping me in this
In this comfortable place
All I can say, Aubrey, is I remember the good times we had together
And the times I used to look after you
And I still have wonderful feeling about that
So God bless you
And I hope I'll see you
Silence keeps cloudin' me
Hand on my heart
And I, I wish time never mattered
Yeah, stylin’ though
Dissin' but got pictures with me smilin' though
All the things you need, you still want problems though
All the things I know, I still been silent though
Yeah, used to be at SilverCity, Indigo
Used to be in lunchroom, playin’ dominoes
I don't want to have to go to funerals
I gotta start sleepin' at the studio
I don't have no time to be no Romeo
All the love I need is at the rodeo
All the love I need is here at OVO, yeah
All the girls I know are there with E and Tho
Who knows where I end up when that shit gets old?
Maybe it never gets old and that's just how it goes
Last table left in Carbone, callin' plays on the rotary phone
I take a glass of Domina to go with me home
Might move our annual shit to the 'Dome
I need 40,000 people to see what I'm on
Yeah, ducked a lot of spiteful moves
I was an angry yute when I was writin’ Views
Saw a side of myself that I just never knew
I’ll probably self-destruct if I ever lose, but I never do
Steady doin' double shifts
1da doin’ the beat and I open up like a double click
More blessings because I'm generous
Thirty-seater plane for like ten of us
Remember when I bought Sealey the fake Chanel wallet
She knew that shit was a fraud but never told me about it
Nowadays when we catchin' up we just laugh about it
Can't describe what my life is like when she asks about it
Scary whenever I close my eyes at night
Wakin’ up to public statements about my private life
I can never sleep 'til mornin' on all my quiet nights
But you can rest assured that my mind is right
Get no sick days, I leave for like three months in six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by like I'm binge-watchin'
Went from Club Palazzo in the Bridge to Club LIV
To not even showin' up at a club 'less we doin' biz'
I can't even party while a nigga pursuin' this
Distractions will do you in, in the truest sense
Especially people that want to lecture me
And frame it like they just want the best for me
Or they check for me, whatever splits it up
So there's more for them and there's less for me
They don't know they got to be faster than me to get to me
No one's done it successfully
7AM in Germany, can't believe that they heard of me
Last verse that I gotta do is always like surgery
Always tryin' to let go of anything that'll burden me
That's the reason you can feel the tension and the urgency
Last chance I get to make sure that you take it personally
Take this shit to heart, it's always executed perfectly
If we do a song it's like takin' my kids to work with me
You overnight celebrity, you one day star
Swear I told you that I'm in this bitch for eternity
I am a reflection of all of your insecurities
Behind closed doors, a lot of 6 God worshipping
Done talk now, 'cause there's other shit that's concernin' me
There's real ones around me
I want to make sure they learn from me
I want to see my dog, but his grandmother's his surety
He can't even dip out to see me in an emergency
My life is centered 'round competition and currency
Takin' summer off, 'cause they tell me I need recovery
Maybe gettin' back to my regular life will humble me
I'll be back 2018 to give you the summary
More Life
I don't need no, frauds
I don't need no, drama when you call
I don't need no, lies
Pick a side, pick a side
I took the price, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
Uh, I am not a fraud, YM, I'm the god
They don't make 'em like me no more, man, I'm a dinosaur
Blunt be tight as biker shorts, twisted like some handlebars
Lil' Tune out a cartoon or Avatar
I just looked in the mirror like, "Alright, alright, alright"
I would let that little nigga right there fuck my wife, word
I don't need no fraud bitches in and out my life, word
In and out my pockets and then in and out of sight, word
I don't need no drama, I just need some nana
Just told my lil' mama, "Babe, I think I love you, kinda"
Feelin' like Tune-y Montana, Weezy, he get honored
Drake a headliner, and Nicki, she get finer, word
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me?
If you had my love
And I gave you all my trust
Would you comfort me?
And if somehow you knew
That your love would be untrue
Would you lie to me?
Yeah, slightly took a left turn there
But very much 6AM
Slightly been awake for 24 hours, so please forgive me
More ideas and stuff comin'
Yeah, yeah, fam
I'm wafflin', but man is tired, fam, Jesus Christ
It's not me and you, it's not me it's you
You're reckless and you know it, they don't love you like I do
Say you're moving on, well, I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
I don't have a fuck to give, I've been moving state to state
In my leather and my Timbs like it's 1998
And my dog Chubby Chub, that's my nigga from the way
On the Eastside of the city, that's where everybody stay
Seem like everybody calling 'cause they want me on their song
It's like every time I touch it I could never do no wrong
When they need a favor from you, man, they don't leave you alone
But I guess that's just the motion, yeah
[Chorus 1: Drake, Drake & Sampha,
Sampha
]
Then that phone doesn't ring
When they got everything, that's the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Yeah, looking back on it, at least my pride is intact
'Cause we said "no strings attached" and I still got tied up in that
Everything that I write is either for her or about her
So I'm with her even when I'm here without her and she know it
The girl that I wanna save is like a danger to my health
Try being with somebody that wanna be somebody else
I always thought she was perfect when she was being herself
Don't even know how to help, but I guess that's just the motion, yeah
She'll probably come around
Soon as I settle down, that's the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Nothing less and nothing more
I hear your heart hit the floor
I guess that's just the motion
Talking to you is not enough, no
I guess that’s just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Oh-oh, I guess that's just the motion
Yeah
Hidden Hills where I post, yeah
'Ye already know, yeah
I'm the troublemaker in the neighborhood
Far as troublemakin' goes, yeah
House party up the road, yeah
I'm not Kid 'n Play
This kid doesn't play about the flow, yeah
Y'all keep playin' with your nose, yeah
You get high and do the most, yeah
How you let the kid fightin'
Ghost-writin' rumors turn you to a ghost?
Oh, you niggas got jokes
Free smoke, free smoke
Baka
Yeah, we outchea
Ya dun know, eh?
It's a OVO ting, eh?
Ya dun know, eh?
It's a East Side ting, eh?
Ya dun know, eh?
More life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way
I've stopped listening to things you say
Feel a way, feel a way, young nigga feel a way
I've stopped listening to things you say
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end
Make me call my bros for assistance
You gon' make me call my bros for assistance
Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'
Put me in a fucked-up position
Make me call my bros for assistance
Make me call my bro, don't
I'm in shock
The nerve, the audacity
Okay
So if you rebuke me for workin' with someone else on a couple of Vs
What do you really think of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I pop style for 30 hours then let him repeat
Now you poppin' up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep
I just left from over by y'all puttin' pen to the sheets
Tired of sittin' quiet and helpin' my enemies eat
Keep gettin' temperature checks
They know that my head overheats
Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve
Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam
Y'all are the spittin' image of whatever jealousy breeds
Don't push me when I'm in album mode
You're not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well I got to challenge those
But I bring Calicos to the Alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle
And hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous
I wanna see my brothers flourish to they higher purpose
You niggas leeches and serpents
I think it's good that now the teachers are learnin', yeah
Your brother said it was your cousin, then him, then you
So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do
There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude
Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike and Mercedes
But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s
I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
I think that pretty much resembles what's been happenin' lately
Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah
And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times
Nigga was at Kroger workin' double time
Y'all actin' like he made the boy when I was tryna help the guy
Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs
Whoever supposedly makin' me hits
But then got no hits sound like they need me
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it
My spirit did it, I'm fearless with it, yeah
I really shouldn't have given you none of my time
'Cause you older than the nigga you runnin' behind
Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playin' with my name
And I'ma let it ring on you like Virginia Williams
I'm too resilient, get out your feelings
It's gonna be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy and Baby, "I'ma done him for you"
Tell 'Ye we got a invoice comin' to you
Considerin' that we just sold another 20 for you
To be honest
Duppy
Swanging, eyes closed, just swanging
Same city, same friends if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends if you're looking
I'll be here, just swanging 
Don't talk to me like I'm famous 
And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, bae
I'm just tryna connect with somethin', baby
I'll be here, just swanging 
I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here before the sun up
I be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 East
And exit at Markham Road in the East End
Where all the pretty girls are sleeping
My license been expired, I renew it after the weekend
Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends
Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stoppin' for gas this late
'Cause there's niggas creepin and not like how we're creepin'
Summer is comin', know you could feel it
Twenty on pump, whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it
Won't knock on your door
My uncle say, "You drive my whip like it's yours"
I got the pedal to the floor
I'm on my motherfuckin' way, swangin'
Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'll be there, just swangin'
I'll be there, just swangin'
I treat you good, girl, like you're famous
I know I'm late, it's always the same shit
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'm on the road right now, swangin, girl
Come through, come through, come through, come through
Girl you know we got thangs to do
Girl you know we got thangs to do
So get your ass in that car and come through
Know ya got that thang that I like
Know ya, know ya got that thang that I like
Come through, come through, come through
Girl you know we got thangs to do
Girl you know we got thangs to do
So get your ass in that car and come through
Why has it been so long? Why has it been so long?
Why has it been? Why has it been?
Who you been crying to? Who you been flying to?
Whose bed are you sleeping in? Someone's been hiding you
Where have you been?
You deserve rounds tonight
Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight
Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight
Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight
Rounds tonight oh
Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight
Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight
Come through girl you deserve rounds tonight
If there's hell below, I'll see you when you get there
Are you enjoyin' yourselves?
If we may, we would just like to close off with somethin' a bit inspirational
Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years
It don't mean that we can't have a good life
So we'd like to just maybe close out with something, some food for thought, for all of us
Rrrr ting 
I'll admit it, I'll admit it 
Watch your motherfuckin' tone, boy 
Get hurt, boy 
Aww, here go another muhfucker that don't understand
The concept of puttin' money first, boy 
I'm 'bout to hit you with the work, boy 
I'm 'bout to hit you with the work, boy 
I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know
Ahh, that's the worst, boy
I'll admit it, I'll admit it 
You haven't been the man for like a minute
I told you that I'm in it for the long haul
You can really get the business 
I'll admit it, I'll admit it 
Rolling swishers, hittin' swishes
Got me feelin' like a ball hog
I don't pass 'em when I get it 
I'll admit it, I'll admit it 
You too worried 'bout the bitches 
I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody else can hit it 
She'll admit it, she'll admit it 
She ain't fuckin' with you niggas
And just like every single other thing in my life
You can have her when I'm finished 
I hear the talk on road is I'm the shit, boy
Phone call back home, shit is hot up in the 6, boy 
Shit hot up in the 6 right now
Shit hot up in the 6, boy 
Shit is hot up in the 6 right now 
Come see us and get it fixed, boy 
Black Benz on the road, boy 
Already had a Rolls Royce 
Sold a couple Bentley last week
Them were my old toys 
I give a fuck about old boy 
I give a fuck about his squad, boy 
I give a fuck about your mob, boy 
I'm the real 6 God, boy 
I'm about to say a true thing 
I'm about to say a true thing 
You was poppin' back when Usher wore a U-chain
Goddamn, you changed
I put it on 'erything, it's a Rrr Ting
It's a OVO come through murk things
I know you heard things
Bitch, I know you heard things
Yeah, I know you heard things, I know you
I'm not new to this
Coming from the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to this
Niggas wouldn't make it on this side
I'm not new to this, I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I know you heard things
Nobody really likes us except for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's what's up
Yeah, my sound got the whole city in your way right now
Yeah, so I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' right now
You've got me fe–
You, ohhhh, ayy
Higher, higher
You've got me fe–
You, ohhhh, ayy
Higher, higher
I bought my niggas rollies off of Thank Me Later
While these boys was stanky leggin'
Trust me, this information is vital
I’m tryin' to take the high road,
I still got love for my idols
I got me a deal with Apple and I still feel entitled
Rumor has it, there’s somethin' that only I know
Rumor has it, I steer the ship with my eyes closed
Rumor has it, I either fucked her or never could
But rumor has it, hasn’t done you niggas any good
It’s sound, sound, sound ‘til the day I die
We goin' live to keep this shit alive
Cops are killin' people with they arms up
And your main focus is tryna harm us?
And you think you ‘bout to starve us?
Niggas ain’t about to starve us
Nah, I’m charged up!
Have you seen me? I’m doing so good
Every time we meet: "Oh, I’m so sorry"
(Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas
That’s why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up)
"You know, I kept it real
It ain’t too many real people out here
And people be on some weak bitch-ass shit all day long
Industry people… regular people…
And then when you keep it real with people, they cross the line, take your kindness for weakness and that’s weak."
Uhh, ah yeah
See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody
Just make sure they that special somebody
Young Money, yeah, yeah
You know who you are
I got you
You my right hand, you my go to
Told me everything about you, that's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
Yeah, and they never will
But I swear you gotta chill
You wanna grip a Benz wheel
And I know you can't wait
You dream big and sleep late
You got a lot on your plate
That's why you're always working out
Taking pictures of yourself
You don't see anybody else
And you're like, "Oh well"
You're like, "Fuck it, oh well"
My past behind me like a ponytail
But you my right hand, you my go to
Told me everything about you, that's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
Yeah, and they never will
Okay, I know you want the Audi
I know you want to go to Maui
You and all your girlfriends
The ones you never bring around me
'Cause you don't trust me like your last man
Did he open doors for ya?
Buy the things you can't afford for ya?
'Cause he must have did a lot for ya
I just fell back with it
And now your past is behind you like the car with the strap in it
Thank God that's finished
'Cause now it's back to business
Any more Henny and you're past the limit
You told me 'bout the picture, now you have to send it
I would never put you on blast when I get it
You my right hand, you my go to
Told me everything about you, that's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
And they never will
You my right hand, you my go to
Told me everything about you, that's a bold move
I know that you're out here
And there's things you gotta go through
Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do
And they never will
Yeah
This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?
For my niggas, though
Uh, you underestimated greatly
Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget
Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
Damn, this shit could go on a tape
Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake
Str8, Y pree?
Why is it always me?
Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team
'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas
For real, some nobody started feelin' himself
A couple somebodies started killin' themself
A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help
I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
Bad press during the summer over allegations
I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money
That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming
A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear
Fuck them niggas this year,
I made Forbes list, nigga
Fuck your list,
everything's lookin' gorgeous
Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses
And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
Eatin' like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's
Nothing Was The Same,
this shit for Ezee and Coco
This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon
This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real
All them boys in my will,
all them boys is my Wills
Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil
Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real
Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race
It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10
Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again
A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up?
Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again
If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
I got her drinkin' with your boy
I got her fucked up, shorty, aww yeah
But I do know one thing though
Women, they come they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday, Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then, I'll sit my drunk ass on that runway
On this one way
Two-thirty, baby, won't you meet me by The Bean?
Too early, maybe later you can show me things
You know what it is whenever I visit
Windy city, she blowin' me kisses, no
Thirty degrees, way too cold, so hold me tight
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Will I see you at the show tonight?
Mo City trip right now, Mo City trip right now
Mo City trip right now
10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man
Let's just not even discuss it, man
OMG, niggas sleep, I ain't trippin', I'ma let 'em sleep
I ain't trippin', let 'em rest in peace
I been in the crib with the phones off
I been at the house takin' no calls
I done hit the stride, got my shit going
In the 6 cookin' with the wri-wri-wri-wri
Yeah
Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo?
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental
I own that mu'fucka
Figured out this shit is simple
My stock been going up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But nigga, I do not wanna be friends though
I told y'all mu'fuckas
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "fuck-a-stripper-on-the-mink-rug" song
This a "fuck-them-boys-forever, hold-a-grudge" song
"Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub" song
Nigga, "just-because" song
Damn
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie-talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit
Bitch, check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it
I told y'all mu'fuckas
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "doing-me-and-only-God-can-judge" song
"I-do-not-know-what-the-fuck-you-thought-it-was" song
"Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub" song
Nigga, "just-because" song
Damn
What's the move? Can I tell the truth?
If I was doing this for you then I'd have nothing left to prove
Nah, this for me though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh, baby, why is this so familiar?
Just met her, already feel like I know the real her
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time
We must've been here before, it's still fresh on my mind
You got that shit that somebody would look for, but won't find
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time 
'Cause to her, I'm just a rapper and soon, she'll have met another
So if tonight's an accident, tomorrow, we'll recover
And I know I'm not supposed to judge a book by its cover
I don't wan' be in the blind, but sometimes I Stevie Wonder
About her
And she with it if I'm with it, and I'm with it
I know what makes her smile, but I wan' know what makes her different
Or should I just be realistic? Lipstick on the glass
See, I know this ain't your first, but it's better than your last, Tunechi
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time
We must've been here before, it's still fresh on my mind
You got that shit that somebody would look for, but won't find
You must've done this before, this can't be your first time 
Shower her with dollar tips, shawty went and bought a whip
Guarantee the city remember your whole name, you throw that ho a scholarship
All of them ain't all equipped
And this saddens me, I see the pecking order
Quote-unquote bad bitches work the whole floor
Those that get laughed at sit off in a corner
Like a lab rat, nobody want her
Niggas that are married don't wanna go home
But we look up to them, they wish they were us
They want some new trim, we lust for some trust
Now the both of us are colorblind 'cause the other side looks greener
Which leaves your turf in a Boise state
Can't see a play or the team, 'cause
Everybody has an addiction, mine happens to be you
And those who say they don't, souls will later on say to them, "That ain't true"
All of them will have an opinion
But y'all know what y'all can do with them
But if you unsure, I'll take you on tour
To a place you can stick that in
Well, sitting here sad as hell
Listening to Adele, I feel you, baby
"Someone Like You," more like someone unlike you
Or something that's familiar maybe
And I can tell that she wants a baby
And I can yell, girl, that you're crazy
Oh, what the hell? Nope, can't be lazy
Please be careful, bitches got the rabies
Black leather gloves, no sequins, yeah
Buckles on the jacket, it's Alyx shit
Nike crossbody, got a piece in it
Got a dance, but it's really on some street shit
I'ma show you how
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin' either way we 'bout to slide, ayy
Can't let this one slide, ayy
Don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson 
I could give you thug passion 
It's a Thriller in the trap where we from 
Baby, don't you wanna dance with me? No?
I could dance like Michael Jackson 
I could give you satisfaction 
And you know we out here every day with it
I'ma show you how to get it
It go right foot up, left foot, slide
Left foot up, right foot, slide
Basically, I'm sayin' either way we 'bout to slide
AXL , AXL , AXL 
Woi-oi
Ayy
I don't cop things for resale, don't do iCloud, don't do email
Feds wanna tap up man and wire up man like Chubbs did Detail
Back when Ricky was doin' up Teesdale, I was doin' dinner with Teezy
I didn't trust no one, swore gyal lined me 'cause gyal too greazy
Niko never move neeky, sweatsuit Nike, sweatsuit DG
If man get beaky, ring ring, call up GiGi, do him up neatly
Used to look up to a man from certain ends with tune on repeat
Thought he was a bad boy, then 'til man got pinched and man went PC
Man went PC just like Dell and Windows, some man been those
Before I was ever around Kendall's, I was at ends though, dreamin' up Enzos
The woman I do end up with has to be a bad gyal just like Munchie
Can't have no pretentious ting when I know this road gets bumpy
Word to the broski Jay, he got different names in different countries
Three waps in the whip and we beat that case, where man live way too comfy
I don't do well with people makin' disses or makin' threats
Woi-oi, man got flown like private jets, for way, way less
I know you tried to get one down on us, ever since then it's been stress
'Cause you know the rest 'dem owe you one and we always pay them debts
Wassa, wassa, just like the crodie Pressa, I don't do no passa
Link with Skull and Cuz and Jamie ah yard and we deh pon Gaza
Pasha Sasha pissed, I was way too young at the time for slashings
You niggas spend too much time on captions, not enough time on action
Pick one man with slaps that's rappin', I bet he don't want no clashings
The LV pouch on chest is just for fashion, niggas just actin'
Are you dumb or stupid? The wheels on the Rolls is Chromazz, headshot domazz
Just checked in at a hotel, floor that we on got potent aromas
OVOXO link up, mandem drink up, me and the drillers
Hawk and Sticks and Cash and Baka, Gucci, P, and Gilla
And the boy that sound like he sang on Thriller, you know that's been my nigga
Yeah, we just had to fix things, family, 6ix tings, we can't split up
As for the rest of the game, I'll do man dirty, man'll get two time
To me, that's just our side, I don't really care who rides on whose side
Bring ten shots to the poolside, never seen none of these grown men outside
4301, won't spare no one, niggas gotta know about Southside
Steppin' outta line, get outlined, and you know I'm tied up stateside
Bringin' man down when they take sides, tryna get saved by the bell like Bayside
Prince, I carry that last name, that shit stays on me like brand names
Jas just lined up brand new hand tings and nice guy on a madting
Everyone I know has codenames, anyone I'm beefin' with is a no-name
Niggas can't even win home games, they just gotta fall in line like Soul Train
Ayy
Yeah
AXL , AXL , AXL 
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it
Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby
We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby
Where do these niggas be at when they say they doin' all this and all that?
When he tell the story, that's not how it went
Know they be lyin', a hundred percent
Moved out the Ritz and forgot 'bout the Bent'
Valet just called me to tell me come get it
Knocked that boy off and I don't want no credit
If it was me, they wouldn't regret it
Left me for dead and now they wan' dead it, yeah
Heart is still beatin', my niggas still eatin'
Backyard, it look like the Garden of Eden
Pillow talk with 'em, she spillin' the tea
And then shawty came back and said she didn't mean it
It's hard to believe it
I know that they at the crib goin' crazy, down bad
What they had didn't last, damn, baby
Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I guess you know now, baby
I took a half and she took the whole thing, slow down, baby
We took a trip, now we on your block and it's like a ghost town, baby
Where do these niggas be at when they say they doin' all this and all that?
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Any time people want to start problems
It's like “for real, are you dumb?”
You know who mans are
I'm not afraid no gyal heart man
And I'm not afraid of no cyattie
And I'm not afraid of no waste yute neither
So anybody who want it can get it
Seh feh
I'm familiar with this cash flow
And if you juggin', you can vouch for me
I did it my way, you can vouch for me
I put the cocaine and the powder in the couch, homie
Whenever I step outside the house, I keep that glocky on me
Bad bitches wanna come by, the paparazzi on me
I got so many bad bitches that I barely want her
I'm barely paying attention, baby, I need substance
I know you spent some time puttin' on your makeup and your outfit, but
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancing
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancing
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancing
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancing
You doing me dirty 
You doing me dirty
Doing me dirty
You doing me dirty
You know 
How we let it get like this, I don't know 
But that nigga can't save your soul 
Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty
Haven't even heard from you 
How can you live with yourself?
I haven't even heard from you
How can you live with yourself? 
Ungrateful
Ungrateful 
Your mom'd be ashamed of you
I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you
Ungrateful 
I'm too good for you, too good for you 
You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable 
Doing me dirty 
You're making me nervous
I haven't even heard from you
You look drained, you look exhausted
Girl, them late nights ain't good for you
Really starting to show on you
Don't hit me up when it's good for you
Ungrateful
Don't switch on me, I got big plans
We need to forward to the islands
And get you gold, no spray tans
I need you to stop runnin' back to your ex, he's a wasteman
I wanna know, how come we can never slash and stay friends?
I'm blem for real, I might just say how I feel
I'm blem for real, I might just say how I feel
Together forever
Good morning, good afternoon, good night!
I'm here to talk about More Life
One second
… And then when I saw the news
Make me feel afraid of how I’d been to you
Trust me when I say I thought it all through
Trust me when I say that shit is old moves
God made himself a way from me to you
Tried to kill me but they still want the Views
Tried to kill me but they still want the Views
Tried to kill me but I am very much alive on the six side
Yeah, I said I am very much alive on the six side
I said I am—
Yeah, ayy
Yeah
I I threw my hands in the air and said show me somethin', yeah
Ayy
Remember one night I went to Erykah Badu house
She made tea for me
We talked about love and what life could really be for me
She said, "When that shit is real, you just know"
And I was thinkin' 'bout you, you already know
Yeah, the other night Chubbs showed up at my house
He had weed for me
That my nigga 'til we gone, keep his ear to the streets for me
Said the city stress him out on the low
I said, "I feel you, nigga, I already know"
Yeah, already...
Girls talkin' 'bout, "You gotta leave already?"
Damn, my lil' nephew turned four already
Gave you little help, you need more already
Damn, you need more already?
'Fore you said "You're mine" I was yours already
22, had the Bentley four-door already
Even as a boy, I was the boy already
So you know that that mean pussy galore already
Mention other girls, you get insecure already
That was in the past, I matured already
Fuck them hoes, you got the award already
You go to Chanel and get rewards already
Know I do this shit for Third Ward already
Know I do this shit for H-Town already
Already, already, yeah
Back up in this thing, it's a go
Had a couple niggas out of pocket, now they know
Ain't the first time 'cause I lost you before
Had to get it back, had to get it back
Had to pull it back because I know I'm on the road
Had to take you back because I know you're down to roll
If you can get it from me, you can have it, now you know
All your friends askin' where you stand with the boy
FaceTime say you got plans for the boy
Studyin' your body, that's exams for the boy
Take a flight here, pop a Xan for your boy
Waking up in Amsterdam with the boy
Long flight home, 'nother Xan for your boy
You would prolly fly out to Japan for the boy
You would prolly kill another man for the boy
You would prolly...
You would prolly lie 'bout it on the stand for your boy
Put the Bible to your right hand for the boy
That's why you ain't never gotta worry 'bout the boy
You know you got...
You know you got that really good insurance on the boy
You just gotta pack a bag and hurry to the boy, yeah
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy, easy
I stay to myself, I'll explain myself, I can't play myself
Oh, first night, holy night, five in the morning, yeah-yeah 
And it feels like you're mine, signs of the times, oh, what a time
Playin' it right, playin' it perfect
Laughin' it off, but I know you're hurtin'
Signs of the times, I say all the time
Taking my time, just gets harder to find it
But you're playin' it right, you're playin' me perfect
She tryna take it all off for me
Tryna stay real close to me
I gotta catch myself
I can't play myself, I need to take it
Easy, easy, easy, easy
Easy, easy, easy, easy
I bet I never disrespect you, darlin'
I bet you pardon me, darlin'
I say I'd rather be with you, but you are not around
So I'ma call somebody up and see if they'd be down
'Cause I hate sleepin' alone, I hate sleepin' alone
Half the time, we don't end up fucking, I don't ask her for nothing
You leave me in the morning, I don't see her for months
But I just hate sleepin' alone, I hate sleepin' alone
So she's here and we're both so gone
Oh, oh
She's here, we're so gone
Oh
Oh
Sins, I got sins on my mind
And some M's, got a lot of M's on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
I'm in love, I'm in love with two girls at one time
And they tens, that's why I got ten on my mind
I got M's, got a lot of M's on my mind
And my friends, yeah, I keep my friends on my mind
Should repent, I need me some Jesus in my life
Amen
(
Ness on the beat
)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, okay, okay, okay
Demon just got out the can
I gave my bro an advance
Love is just not in my plans
Not even takin' a chance
Studio right in my yaad
I'm doin' ten in a week
How long I been on this streak?
Dream about work in my sleep
Okay, I got a lock on the streets
Shoutout to T, he did three
And he brought it in 'cause of me
You don't know nothin' 'bout me
Life for my bruddas is deep
Long as they all on they feet
Long as they pockets is greaze 
I'm in the penthouse but still, nothin' is sweet
Dust a man down with the pen, it's a sweep
Taller in person, you'll see when we meet
I heard your new shit and I'm kissin' my teeth
Jheeze!
You know dem ones? Hahaha
Yeah, ahh!
Bringin' that dirty-dirty, bringin' that certy 
Mizzy with the quick extension, ringin' off thirty
I've got bitches in the merky, swervin', lookin' all curvy
And you already know I love them breasts, lookin' all perky
Lookin' all Christmas gift-wrapped, lookin' all turkey
Spen jumped out the Ghost in a suit, lookin' all churchy
Fingers all itchin', twitchin', lookin' all jerky 
Whippin' that white girl , cookin' that Cersei
I was pushin' that dark shit, pushin' that charcoal
Now this is that big bad, this is Gustavo
Look at them jokers, look at that arsehole 
Man are gettin' bread now, and this is that hard dough
Clap man, dominant murder 
I'm a black man , government earner 
Could've just slapped man, but he wanted it further 
Batman, da-na-na-da-na
October Firm
Question is, will I ever leave you?
The answer is no, no, no-no-no, no, no
No, no-no-no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Question is, will I ever leave you?
The answer is no, no, no-no-no, no, no
No, no-no-no, no, no
No, no, no, no
Yeah, you feel the pressure, man, I know the pressure
And my wifey is a spice like I'm David Beckham
A lot of pent up aggression comin' out of my section
OVO on me while y'all niggas was playin' dress-up
And I know who gon' take the fall with me
They right here on call with me, they all with me
You could throw curve balls but I got the glove fitted
They've been sayin' it's love, but it isn't love, is it?
Toast to the days when they wasn't out to get me
I worked at Jaydees Connections whenever Jason let me
Ceesay’s, I was buyin' fitteds everyday
Kiddie's Caribana, tryin' not to catch a stray
I dropped out right before I graduate
Six credits left, my mama had her saddest day
“It's only up from here, I promise, you just gotta wait”
And she took my word for it, that's all I had to say
Lately I just feel so out of character
The paranoia can start to turn into arrogance
Thoughts too deep to go work 'em out with a therapist
I get a blank page when I try to draw a comparison
I'm gettin' straight to the point with it
Need y'all to know that I never needed none of y'all niggas
Fuck bein' all buddy buddy with the opposition
It's like the front of the plane, nigga, it's all business
But I haven't flown with y'all boys in a minute
Look, they'd rather run up on me than towards their goals
My niggas still hit the club when it's 20 below
Who you think runnin' this show?
You saw it in me at 20 years old
The lingo start to sound like we talkin' in code
I got a pure soul, I don't do the hate
You don't worry 'bout fittin' in when you custom made
Me and Niko used to plot on how to make a change
Now me and Kobe doin' shots the night before the game
Still drop 40 with liquor in my system
Numbers goin' unlisted just to create some distance
I might see you on and off but I'll never switch ya
Niggas quick to double cross like both of us Christian
Lamborghini got me feelin' like I'm Christian Bale
And I never bend my morals for the ticket sales
Tippin' scales, bars heavy like triple XL
I never tag no one in, I'd rather get you myself
Runnin' through the 6, thumbin' through the contracts
I'm possessed, you can see it under the contacts
They think I had the silver spoon but they'll get it soon
I still got somethin' left to prove since you left me room
Payment plan for the family debt, we in the minus
And like it's goin' in a trunk, I put it all behind us
Where you tryna go? I got it, I'll take us wherever
I'm a staple in the game, all my papers together
And my life is on display like Truman
They wanna pree the movements, gotta start to make 'em sooner
My exes made some of my favorite music
I dated women from my favorite movies
Karma's such a thing of beauty
I'd share more of my story but you wouldn't believe it
It's farfetched like I threw that shit a hundred meters
I keep it a hundred like I'm running a fever
I might take a breather but I won't ever leave you
If I was you, I wouldn't like me either
Yeah
Too sexy to count , fetty 
My neck baguetty 
Red diamonds, spaghetti 
This paper, I shred it 
I swindled, no sweatin'
I saw you , beggin' 
Goddamn, you petty 
I ain't done spending 
No penny pinch, I spend it 
Bags in and out 
My man ain't gon' steal it 
Hundred bags for her 
Make these young hoes wish they was rich 
All-green gators, they look like a switch
Giorgio, I spent twenty-six licks 
I'm too sexy 
My neck , baguetties
Molest me , caress me 
I'll let you , todayski 
I been kickin' shit , might need a prosthetic 
I pray to the chopper under my pillow, tooth fairy 
Yeah
I know
And I'm convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
We seein' so many blessings, shit don't make no sense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to Him
Yeah, I'm convinced
I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since
Yeah, I did some wrong, I had no choice in my defense
Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to—
Working, working, working, working, ain't ya?
You don't have no time to lay up
You just tryna be somebody
'Fore you say you need somebody
Get all your affairs in order
I won't have affairs, I'm yours, girl
Faithful, faithful, faithful, faithful
How far we go always seems to get better with time, hey
Won't ya, outsmart me, no
Told me that your brain works better than mine
Tell me I should know ya 
You want me to show ya 
Now we're in the zone, yeah 
And now you're coming over
Over and over again, over and over again
Now you're coming over
Over and over again, over and over again
You tell me I should know ya 
And you want me to show ya, uh 
When were in the zone you 
And now you're coming over
Now you're coming over, you're coming over
[Outro:
Sample
]
"Yo, chill, man—chill!"
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
And mi seh walk like a champion, swing like a stallion
Wid di two big medallion, good, yuh perfect
Show dem di action, bad gyal concoction
Cool now, relax mon, eh em, yuh nervous
Skin out and dun di place, spin ’round and show yuh face
Open, and close yuh case, or chuck, and work it
Mi seh hold on deh tek time, gyal wine yuh waistline
Follow di bassline, right now, stir it
‘Round like, a bowl of soup, ’round like a hula hoop
‘Round like yuh batty cute and do it, on purpose
Wine like a yard woman, grind like yuh numba one
Jump up, and wave yuh hand mi tink, she know
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
She haffi twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
And mi seh walk like a champion, swing like a stallion
Wid di two big medallion, good? Yuh perfect
Show dem di action, bad gyal concoction
Cool now? Relax mon, eh em, yuh nervous
Skin out and dun di place, spin ’round and show yuh face
Open, and close yuh case, arch up, and work it
Mi seh, "Hold on deh tek time, gyal wine yuh waistline
Follow di bassline, right now, stir it"
Round like a bowl of soup, round like a hula hoop
Round like yuh batty cute and do it, on purpose
Wine like a yard woman, grind like yuh numba one
Jump up, and wave yuh hand real thing, she know
She haffi twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Twer-twer-twer-twer-twer-twer
Not to mention, we're veterans
, second, he need some medicine
Before I black as he get off my premises
Better fly, you pelican, idiot ass niggas but then again
You need a suit for your funeral measurements
See me doing it effortless, it's never getting no better than this
Giving your shit to convince a better preference
Watch me turn them to skeletons, see how I come and bring out the betterness?
Time is with it, I rep the foreverness
Flying United Emirates, sized private plane, that kind of etiquette
Purchasing diamonds, handle them delicate
Now you need you a better ref
You could peep us regulating, see we all in this bitch like we ain't never left
I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
I want to thank You, Heavenly Father
For shining Your light on me
I know it couldn't have happened without You
Ooh-ooh, without You
Ooohh, without You
Ooohh, without You
Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin' up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck
Here we go now
And you know everytime Busta-Bus be holding the fort
My nigga watch how we shutting it down
The way we put it on, coming through like a steamroller
Me and Dre, nigga, ain't no fucking around
My nigga , yeah, what up?
Me and my team got a link
'Cause you know we stay chopping it up
And when we get up in the club
All of my niggas at the bar know we lockin' it up
And we get a little 
And we get a little 
And we get a little crunk 
Lemme give y'all niggas some shit
That'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk 
Get money, then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' TEC for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head
'Til you break ya motherfuckin' neck for me
Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with
Recline yo' seat, rewind this heat
Keep bouncin' up and down these streets
So nod yo' head and
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Bang yo' head until you start to
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck, nigga
Break ya neck
Now if you ain't blind
And you ain't handicapped in your vision
I think it's simple enough, think that it's really plain to see
No matter how much you try
No matter how much you make an effort
You niggas can never ever really fuck with me
‘Cause I'll hurt you, and I will learn you a thing or two
And I'll hurt you, and I'll finish your career for you, I'll–
Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
Just look— Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, you need me 
Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
That's right
He got catalog, you understand? (
Just look— Just over your shoulders
)
This is the motherfucking human iPod out this motherfucker, okay?
He can go all day 
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Now try to catch me if you can
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Can you keep up?
Now try to catch 
Yes, you know I'll die for you 
And you know I'll ride wit' you 
I will always try wit' you 
And give you my love and cry wit' you 
I will climb a mountain high 
Until our love will touch the sky 
So baby come and get more close to me 
'Cause this is where your love is supposed to be, baby 
I pull up to the house in a yellow Lamborghini
It's been a few months in PA, you haven't seen me
You lookin' good in that Gucci bikini
38 carats, your ring lookin' freezy
No matter what I do in the world, you never leave me
Fall back, Ma, I'll make your lifestyle easy
I appreciate the things you do to please me
Lookin' at my daughter, you'll never do me greasy
Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
I know what you want, you know I got it
Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
As long as you want, you know I got it
Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
I know what you want, you know I got it
Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
As long as you want, you know I got it
Flipmode Records, J Records 
Def Jam Records 
Busta Rhymes, Mariah 
Flipmode Squad, yeah 
So beautiful, ha-ha
I knew you gon' give me that high note, Mariah
Ha-ha-ha, yeah
Yo! Yo!
Ayo hold the fuck up man!
Slow the fuck down!
Back the fuck up!
Ayo! Listen the fuck up!
Oh! Y'all niggas don't want to listen?
Y'all wanna start that bullshit?
Y'all niggas wanna start a fucking riot?
I'll show you motherfuckers a riot!
None of you motherfuckers gettin' the fuck up in here!
And y'all niggas ride to that!
Yo! Close this fucking door man! We shuttin' this shit down!
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Five boroughs
of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis 
I got Staten Island on my pinky, Queens on my thumb, dude
The Bronx on my middle finger screamin' fuck you
Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
Fuckin' with Bus, everyday is a feast
Stay off the streets, I'm tired of talkin to y'all niggas
I'm a stick a fork in y'all niggas 
When I hit 'em man, that truck come get 'em man
Fucked up how I did 'em man
Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is
Can't I.D. the body, nigga toothless
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
You see me, you love me, the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggas is watchin' and wishin' you could
Be claimin' the throne the way I got it, lock it mu'fuckers
What's good, you tryin' to stop it, I'm wishin' you would 
Cause then I'm glad to hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spit
The way I be doin' historical shit
In case you and your niggas act like you ain't know when I'm informin' your click
I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
I've been one of the most humble, rep the streets to the core
Hey Jeffrey, what the fuck you come involvin' me for
It's been a long time comin', like a bless and a check
You see 106 and Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you
It's kinda funny,
wannabe Pac
,
wanna fake like you thug
Runnin' around talkin' shit that he ain't capable of
Now let me off this cocksucker whilst we handle you, nigga
If I recall, Violator use to manage you, nigga
Then took a closer look and realized you
was an impostor
There's never been a Violator on a Murda Inc. roster
Dumbass, now who's shootin'? Ah made you look
You said Bus singin' the same old hook, you stupid
If y'all shootin',
I take a look at your man
The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam
Cheddar Bob ass nigga, start adjustin' your plan
You let the streets down nigga, 'pologize to your fans
Watch you pull a little stunt like we ain't know what it was
Little faggot desperate tryin' to re-establish a buzz
I know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how
The streets ain't never want you Beatrice, what you gonna do now?
Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin' with you
I think about the game and what it's like and
what would it be without you
I'm finished, I ain't tryin' to repeat this
Just cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness
Oh shit, it was fun
Next time you got a problem with me
Address me before you try to make shit a public issue, homie
Now I'ma return back to my regular self
And have fun again
One
Hahaha, BITCH! Haha
OUTLAWZ, haha
Makaveli the don, haha
Since you want to be 2Pac, motherfucker, hahaha
2Pac shoes too big for you to walk in you lil' faggot, hahaha
 The God of the block, see that I'm back 
Every single time that I drop, the shit is a wrap 
For the niggas hatin' the kid I'm close to the strap
Cause all these bitches wanna come talk to sit on my lap
Every time I give you bang shit to knock in ya whip
 Nigga always do his thing, bitch, lockin' the strip
 Lot of mamis is dancin' and they shakin' their hips
After that they get low and put the thing on their lips
I let them
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start - format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start - format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start - format it
Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it
Turn it, leave it, start - format it
Do you really wanna party with me? 
Let me see just what you got for me 
Put all your hands where my eyes can see 
Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
Let me see just what you got for me
Put all your hands where my eyes can see
Straight buckwhylin' in the place to be
If you really wanna party with me
La ilaha illa Allah, ha la ili, hay yo
Hili b'Allah, hey, hili bay yo
We getting Arab money
We getting Arab money
Hala sheiki, ha lini falla
Mili ha lan shi inni mala
We getting Arab money
We getting Arab money
See, now I take trips to Baghdad dummy
While I use stacked chips and count Arab money now
I don't need to get fresh,
about to grow a beard duke
So much cake even the money look weird too
Domestic bread, and I'm broad, I'm tryna eat right
Prince Al-Waleed bin Talal Al Saud
They respect the value of my worth in Mali, Malaysia
Iran and Iraq, Saudi Arabia!
La ilaha illa Allah, ha la ili, hay yo
Hili b'Allah, hey, hili bay yo
We getting Arab money
We getting Arab money
Hala sheiki, ha lini falla
Mili ha lan shi inni mala
We getting Arab money
We getting Arab money
Yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah I can have everything
Yeah!, I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Just watch ‘em close, see how them bug on how the god delivers
Now we're blackin' in this bitch, until the police come and get us
Watch it, you can see it 
Who fuckin' with us?
I could shit and fart all on the beat and kill a couple niggas 
Everybody know what the fuck it is 
And then I bang and I'ma beat them in the heads
Niggas 'til I split a couple wigs
And you know that when I got him
And I hit him from the bottom
You don't want it, nigga, really though
And I'll be doin' anythin' that I want
It don't matter where we're at, I'ma let it go
Yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything
I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah I can have everything
Yeah!, I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Alright
Now it don't seem like anybody fuckin' with what we doin' over here
Let me see everybody do it again
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, let's go
Yo 
Live nigga shit, know what I mean?
I represent while we gettin' money and reign supreme
Hope you niggas know we comin' through full-steam
Can't see me—better turn on your high beam
All my niggas wildin', ringin' the siren
 be the glory niggas on my team
Never should you ever try to fuck wit' my cream
I O.D. when my shit get all in your bloodstream
Every time we be rippin' it, be blowing it down
Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around 
Ruckus when me and my people run through your town
Holdin' it down takin' a while and then gimme my crown
Aye,  all my people need to come and surround
A nigga be hittin' so much it make you fall on the ground
Sure to make you shout that's what I be all about
Turnin' you out makin' all you niggas fall out!
Y'all niggas had enough? 
Y'all niggas want the wild shit? 
Yo, Spliff, where the weed at?
I know ya'll niggas need that 
Even though we getting money you can 
With the cars and the big crib 
Everybody spread love 
If you want it let me hear you say it 
When I come through, hit you with that brand new
Bugatti Coupe; damn thing only-only seats 2
But you know who  Goon who be riding in my passenger
Side, we be flying shit, 2.5 in it
Hey, h-hey-hey-HEY - I'm in my Jeezy watching TV
She call me "Ha-habibi"
while she feeding me linguine
Left right, l-left right - that Arab dance popping right
Swizz Beatz, Busta Bus, the money-money buss pipes
]
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim!
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim!
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
I let my chain hang down with the rest of them
Teddy Pain rain down on the rest of them
Mr. Stripper Man that be hollering "get em man!" I'm at em, man
Rubberband; dropping money
bombs like a Taliban
Oh la la, we getting Arab money
You want this hook, you gonna pay that money
Save that money, give it to my kids
I'll take that honey, give her all my kids like -
 &
Akon
]
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim!
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim!
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Akon
Konvict, Music
We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
I got that Arab money
4-star Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim
Straight cash when I come in
Lemme exchange the currency cause it's all foreign
I got that A-RAB MONEY!
Waking up to 5 concubines in the morning
Diamond mines still runnin'
Own all of Africa,
you can ask Tarzan
 &
Lil Wayne
]
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim !
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim !
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Oh! We gettin' Arab money! We gettin' Arab money!
Alright, Bus
]
Calendar say I get money everyday
Smile look like iced-out Perrier
Bury me a G and tell her kids that I was
Now jump into your grave if you dig what I dug
Cash Money Universal a multi-check
20 chains look like a scarf on my neck
Young Money Entertainment: girls and fame
Arab money
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim!
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Oh! We gettin' Arrab money! We gettin' Arab money!
Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim!
Al Hamdoullilah Ya Rabi L'Halamine
Oh! We gettin' Arrab money! We gettin' Arab money!
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna  
Don't this shit make a nigga wanna
Rob a bank my nigga,
cash rule
Bust it, let's get this money and act like a damn fool
Fuck it, act stupid and jump in the damn pool, huh
Bone bitches and me and they man's cool
C'mon, shit I'm sayin', just put your bank up, nigga
Put me and Diddy together you bankrupt, c'mon
Fly niggas, we full of finesse y'all, yeah
Me and my niggas is fittin' to bless y'all - c'mon
Don't talk about it, be about it 
Live niggas come and be around it 
C'mon, rep to the fullest now, huh
These niggas ain't knowin' how we gon' put it down, c'mon
Cock, aim and shoot to spray it down
Steamrollin' you niggas and lay it down
Niggas frontin' with they thug image but we pay them no mind
Now drink until the bottle finished, talk to me
I said Busta 
You leave them girls rollin' and it look like 
They asses is swollen 
But if your man babysittin'  then what you gon' say?
We gon' tell that nigga 
We gon' tell that brotha 
Everybody sing it now (
Pass the Courvoisier
)
Everybody sing it now (
Pass the Courvoisier
)
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high (
we hit 'em high,
high)
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low (
you hit 'em low,
low)
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high (
we hit 'em high,
high)
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low 
Yo, God bless, pick up your chest
Here's an example of how I can stress your full court press
With finesse, I bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed balling on the fast break just like the pony express
I'm gon' mingle in your face and take the lid off
Just use your head and forfeit the game, you and your team
Just need to back off, get off my block, give me the ball
I said it's my rock, I'm starting a line-up by getting y'all
To bring the livestock (
hah
), throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through, tell me what you really gon' do?
We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams
Like crash cars, who do they be? They be the Monstars! 
We want it all 
We're unstoppable, we run the floor 
You can't take none of this hardcore
In the game, we take you to war 
You ain't seen nothing like this before 
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high 
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low 
If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high 
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low 
You now rocking with the best
Busta Rhymes coming through from the Flip Mode Squad
Boy Scout's who I be
Straight to your dome, we coming straight to your dome
Bringing all new ruckus to all you rap motherfuckers
Boy Scout's who I be, Flip Mode is the squ-id-ad
Busta Rhymes break it down like this
Yo, which motherfucker stole my flow?
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Throw them type of niggas right out my window
Blast your ass hit you with a direct blow—bahh
Coming through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars, moving ill like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine 'cause I got the Hi-Pro Glow
You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Macked out with my dreads and my Kangol
Forget the Moet, nigga, just pass the Cisco
Yo, take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through your stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
When I step up in the place, a-yo I step correct
Woo-hah, got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck
Woo-hah, got you all in check
And you know we come through to wreck the discotheque
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air, don't ever disrespect
Woo-hah, got you all in check
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let 'em try to press,
get shot like a free throw
Aw, niggas want beef 'til they get they fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don't want me to be peaceful
You know I'm a king, look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion flow, only second to the Nile
Girls gone wild like them broads up in college
Looking at my child, do the same thing that I did
This, is, serious
We could make you delirious
You should have a healthy fear of us
'Cause too much of us is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My Flipmode Squad is dangerous
So dangerous, we so dangerous
My whole entire unit is dangerous
Just know
God got his hand on us
I feel so good about me
Trust this
We good over here
I pray that you're good over there
 we don't lose
But by losing us
That might be a significant loss for you
Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey 
Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey 
Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Shawty, if you give it to me, I'll give it to you
You know that I got you, hey
Now, wave your hand inna the air likkle higher
And show me what it do, girlfriend
Hey baby girl, I come and turn up the fire
Come get a better view, girlfriend
Hey baby girl, come and give it to me
Whatever you wanna do, girlfriend
The way you're dancing to my brand new song
Me love the way you move, girlfriend
Yeah, yeah
Sing like Tenor Saw, Frankie Paul, and Sluggy 
Diamonds just a fall off of me
Disrespect and make all of dem bwoy turn duppy
You know that?!
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air  and let em' know girlfriend
Yeah 
Yeah 
Yeah 
You can't tell me this shit don't feel like vacation
This shit feel like vacation nigga!
Man, fuck these niggas
Man, fuck these hoes
T just roll a big long blunt
I'ma smoke that bitch 'til it's Muggsy Bogues
I ain't got time for that bitch shit
Glock automatic, no stick shift
My girl pussy bigger than pig lips
My blunts last longer than friendships
Man, I was on my skateboard
It ain't trickin' if you got it, I'll pay for it
Hold up, wait for it, catch up, like fake blood
My own funeral, I'm late for it
Shout out to my young nigga Ace Hood
I'm fresh out the can, I'm canned goods
Two handguns, my hands full
I'm young, ill and so mean, I'm one pill from OD'ing
I'm high, ho, my eyes low like Korean's, Orleans
I pulled up in that Mulsanne
I'm thuggin', bumpin' Golf Wang
Bitch I'm higher than Eddie Kane
Tunechi, I can have everything
Haha
Yeah, we can do anything
Walk into anywhere and buy anything 
I'll be chillin', I ain't worried 'bout anything 
Why stop now? I can have everything 
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Yeah, I can have everything
Why stop now? I can have everything
Alright
Now that y'all niggas come to the fact that
Anything niggas do over here is uncompetewitable
Fuck with me
Let's go!
Yeah, I understand that you're not happy, but that's your wife, and I'm your mistress, so you gotta go back home. But before you do, let me swallow you. Let me lick you in all the right places. I want you to cum all over me, and when you do, I'll bathe you. And then we'll get out the tub, and we'll fuck, and I'll lick your ass, and I'll braid your hair, and you can fuck me anyway you please. We can do almost anything, but once we're finished, and you're happy here, you have to go back home to your wife. But don't you ever forget that I'm your wife in law...
For now and forever, it's the, evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and loose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggas I smack spineless
Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, oooh, oooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors, like New York City's finest
Lineups, on LSD fine dust, in your sinus
Crush like chinas, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers
I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggas, we're like Afghanistan guerillas
If you want more information — look, listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts, smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports, talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts
Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
'Til we come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows, while the music keeps you niggas groovin'
Look! I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'
From your conversation, the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin', my nigga, you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggas blastin off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller
Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray, sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire '96, SO STAY TUNED!!!
Hahahahahahahahah!
Flipmode COMPLETELY getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek!
Look, in case you misunderstand exactly what I'm buildin'
Shit that I can leave for my children's children's children's children
Now on my wake-up I smile to see how far I've come
Fightin' for sales on a strip to I gained the hustle from
From nights in jail on a bench usin' my muscles, son
To countin' money like Dre and Jimmy and Russell was
But now I live when I dream, you see we finally did it
Let's make a toast to the hustle regardless how you get it
Sing it!
Oh, together we made it 
We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall
 Forever we waited 
And they told us we were never gonna get it
But we took it on the road 
On the road 
On the road
On the road 
On the road 
On the road 
Oh...
Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body wet
Gonna make, gonna make your body scream out yes
Gonna make, gonna make you think of naughty things
Like me on you and you on me
What's it gonna be
Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body wet
Gonna make, gonna make your body scream out yes
Gonna make, gonna make your body cream, make you have wet dreams
What's it gonna be
What wha-what, what, what what it's gon' be
Busta Rhymes, Janet Jackson
Finally, Flipmode baby what
Yeah yeah, what it's gonna be
What it's gon' be
What it's gon' be
What's it gonna be
What what what, wha-what, what
Uh uh uh, ah ah, ah ah, ah, ah-ah
Close the door nigga
Somethin' just to think about a little bit, you know?
As I continue to bring y'all to a place where
We remind you how special it is to have
A good balance of science, and a good balance of heat
Classic shit, as I continue to give you that food
Feast on this full course meal, as I welcome you all
To "Extinction Level Event 2", easy
Whose world is this? It's mine, It's mine, It's mine
Whose world is this? It's mine, It's mine, It's mine
Whose world is this?
I believe the world belongs to the people
It has always belonged to the people
So to the powers that be
Fuck your plague and your disease and your sickness
That you have inflicted on so many lives since the beginning of time with your colonization
Fuck your systematic oppression, the systematic racist oppression
Matter of fact, fuck you
This program contains graphic material, including offensive language
Viewer discretion is advised
Yeah uh yeah yo...
Workers, bosses, Ferraris, Porches
Dope fiends, nauseous crack spot losses
Race track horses, big meetings at the round table
To discuss what the cost is
Money change you, devils, angels
We the ones who say what you can and what you can´t do
Respect, power, kush, sour
Haze, airy, pills, powder
Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
Don shit real niggas who I get it on with
When I´m around my colleagues ain't comfortable
They all gotta sit with my verses for a month or two
 Yep - wrong nigga to have a problem with
The blade first then the bullet gon´ follow it
Yeah if you lucky I might hollow it
D-Block just respect my conglomerate
Since we are the best and you agree with me right?
No need to debate... the way we run shit
See were kind of like the government so just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate just respect my conglomerate
Just respect my conglomerate just respect my conglomerate
Five boroughs of death
You don't understand
I got New York City
In the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist
And let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world
With a New York Nemesis
I got Staten Island on my pinky
Queens on my thumb, dude
The Bronx on my middle
Finger screamin' F you
Rock Ice in Manhattan
So there's the ring finger;
You know I had to keep
Brooklyn on the trigger finger
Swizz is the monster, X is the beast
;
Fuckin' with Bus, everyday is a feast
Stay off the streets
I'm tired of talkin' to y'all niggas;
I'm stickin' a fork in y'all niggas
When I hit 'em, man
That truck come get 'em, man
Roughed up how I did 'em, man
Ain't no remorse for the corpse, truth is
Can't I.D. the body, nigga toothless
As I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact, BOOM on the track
Contact!  Guess who's back?
Everybody in the place take a look at the face
I disappeared without a trace, he's a little high, ain't he?
New year, ooh yeah, who's here, new gear
Full gear, spookier, AAH! AAH! AAH!
I'm 'bout to scream at the top of my lungs
And I don't even know why I'm screamin', AAH! AAH! AAH!
And I'm screamin' on the wrong part of the song
Bus, you did it again, let's turn it up more
Let's turn it up loud, let 'em know we ain't playin'
And I don't even know what the chorus is sayin'
Just give me the beat, Bus, with THE BIG BANG!
The Flip Mode is the Squad
that controls your set
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
We on some outta space shit like you watch Star Trek
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-Hah!! Got you all in check
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Hahahaha—everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
I make sure everything remains raw
Word is bond, niggas don't really understand shit
Niggas don't motherfuckin know y'all, hahah
Flipmode is the motherfuckin Squad y'all, hahah
I make sure everything remains raw, hahah
Word is bond, niggas don't know the real shit
There's only five years left! Word is bond
Niggas don't know though
There's only five years left! Hahah
Remember that nigga, all you, remember that
There's only five years left! Hahaha
"Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James BITCH!" {*applause*}
"Cocaine is a hell of a drug"
At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s around
At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s around
In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand moving up my thighs
In the thunder and rain, you stare into my eyes
I can feel your hand moving up my thighs
Hahahaha, wow 
Let me hear that shit again, son
Take notes!
Write it down, get a pad
Learn, motherfuckers, learn from a god emcee
Ain't too many left
That's right, there's only a few out there, y'all
Motherfucker, everybody talkin' 'bout Busta Rhymes
Bussa-Bust, a man you trust
In Bust we trust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
The only nigga we trust is Bussa-Buss
Double, triple check 
Thought I left a couple bands on the step 
Feelin' like you owe a couple checks 
Now I'm gettin' back like I never left 
Bang a left 
Bitch, I had to bust a U 
Came right back to get that loot
Know I had to finish what I started 
No, it ain't too late to turn around, is it?
I made a decision
Despite all the things that we go through
I'm going to take my time with you
And be a friend indeed
I made a decision
That everything will be alright
Going to stay strong and keep it tight
I'll be there indeed
I made a decision...
So far, shawties throw they bra
And I need the lighter to light the perfect cigar
Brand new jet , brand new car 
Leader of the new shit, brand new Czar 
Light switch off , Cuban link cross 
The shine bright up the evening, diamonds criss-cross 
If you ain't out here to find it, time to get lost
In case you niggas ain't know
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' 
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' 
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin' 
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin'
:
Uh! Ah yeah! See this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody
Just make sure they that special somebody
Young Money, yeah, yeah, you know who you are...
Okay now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
Test me, best be faster than a rocket
I ain't got no time if it ain't about a profit
If you send me my deposit, I will have your city rockin'
I get the hottest beats, niggas wish that they could rhyme on it
I got the hottest watch, ain't even set the time on it
The way I'm killin' niggas it look like a crime, don't it?
I got the light, with a little bit of lime on it
Okay, now stupid ass stacks in my pocket
Whip clean, jet ski attached to the Charger
Bitches want attention and I tell 'em try harder
Got 'em doin' shit I know that's gon' be disgracin' they father
Okay leggo
Ya got nerve, little nigga
See me when I pull up to the curb, little nigga
My money absurd, little nigga
While I count it all, please do not disturb, little nigga
Hey, these niggas got it mixed up
Watch how they bring us all them bottles of that pink stuff
Look, you niggas better get your chips up
You already know my style nigga, King Tut
My money pound nigga, King Tut
You could see it in my smile nigga, King Tut
My jewelry look wild nigga, King Tut
Who else be riding through the town in a Brinks truck
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, girl
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh 
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, boy
[Bridge: Busta Rhymes, Mariah Carey,
Both
]
Baby girl, better know that I really give it up to you
And a nigga feelin' right, but I know it's all because of you 
All the weight you be carrying, I wanna lift it off for you
All the lovin' that you need, baby, how I got it all for you?
Baby girl, you're someone and then you know I gotta get it
And I'm comin' and I'm runnin' and I'm gunnin' for that love
And the lovin' better none to man than lovin' that's above
That lovin' you need in a strong way, long way
Now come and give it to me all day
, look here
Don't keep me waitin' for too long, girl
Come through, take it off, let's get it on, girl
Too long I've been messin' with the wrong girl
Should've known that you was right where I belong, girl
I won't keep you waitin' for too long, boy 
Come through and take it off and get it on, boy
Too long I was messin' with the wrong boy 
Should've known you was right where I belong, boy
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, girl
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, right where I belong, boy
Excuse me
Tell me, who you really really really think is more lyrical?
'Cause everytime I go somebody gotta see the medical
And everytime I come, I’m eating everything that's edible
And if you ain't already know, then who be more incredible?
They wanna call me crazy like I’m borderline cynical
'Cause how I do it and I kill ‘em and I get incredible
And magically do it like this was another miracle
And if you don’t like it then you can suck up on my genitals
Ta-ta-ta-tal ta-ta-ta-ta-tals
Do it little bitch and get up off your little pedestal
And whenever you see me, you better salute the general
'Cause I will break it down to every single little mineral
Suck up on my testicle again when you see me counting money
Move the decimal again
'Bout to cop another diamond out of Senegal again
Everybody saying that he's uncomparable again - okay
Killing everything I think we ’bout to have a funeral
A lot of you niggas be doing whatever you be doing
And I don’t even know what to call it, just sound terrible
Lower down the coffin, see we have another burial
These niggas that be rambling and babbling
I ain't hearing them
And everybody know that I be handling my B-I
When it come to other rappers niggas know that I be scarin’ them
Chop, chop, chop chop
Chop another beat up
Now you see the way I heat up, everybody wanna meet up
Just to come inside the building and witness another killing
Then I relax and throw a shot back, put my feet up
Every beat that I'mma touch I’mma lace
I’mma never stop even with a muzzle on my face
When I'm finished with this sissy, I'mma leave without a trace
Nigga kneel down better say grace
I go HAM!
Hail Busta Rhymes
I saw him at the Grammys
He spoke with passion 
The tables is turnin', I'm enjoying just burning you niggas
And schooling and tutoring and learning you niggas
So peep the way that I come and weed 'em out beyond a reasonable doubt
I ain't rushin', I'm taking the scenic route
On my paper trail to unveil and just derail all irrelevant traffic
And clear the lane and deliver that
Illmatic
While keepin' you hyper and keep you ecstatic while I'm bringin' shit harder
Especially when it's dark, I'm a
midnight marauder
Now, baby, bye little bitch, hope you know I'm
ready to die
as the best
Appreciatin' this nigga
life after death
But in the meantime, while I poison you niggas with the heat for the blocks
Scratchin' and fiendin', needing a detox
While you screaming, I'm shining, gleamin' and cleaning up the game in a mink
While I give you what's
only built for Cuban link
, niggas
Incredible Hulk's
America's most wanted
Hole in the fort, documented report in
the war report
Givin' you the crack, nigga, new jacks
They need that
Carter V
for the niggas that got appetites bigger than dinosaurs
Like, every time I spit, I get rid of a few
This is
Extinction Level Event 2
Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Whoa-hoa-hoa, let me, like, slow up with the flow
If I move too quick, oh, ya just won't know
Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name
My hip hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains, it pours 'cause my rhymes hardcore
That's why I give you more of the raw
 + 
You see my bitch, she a one of a kind
I know you wish ya bitch was a rider like mine 
When you see my chick, you know my shorty a dime
When she rollin wit' a nigga she be skippin the line
Listen, the type to reserve the ass for a nigga
And if I have to skip town, she hold a stash for a nigga
I'm sayin.. cause that's my chick.. that's my chick..
Cause that's my chick.. cause she the shit
I know you buggin on the way shit sound
But you know I love the way my bitch be holdin it down
Extremely thorough by the way she reppin it hard
Travel anywhere, my shorty come fuck with the God
Bust it, mami always quick to feud when she can
Even if she have to get up and just lie on the stand
I'm sayin.. that's my chick.. that's my chick..
Cause that's my chick.. and she the shit
 + 
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
-] repeat 4X
 You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggas is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would 
CAUSE THEM I'm GLAD TO HIT YOU WITH THE FACT THAT THE GOD IS IMMORTAL AS SPIT
THE WAY I BE DOIN HISTORICAL SHIT
INCASE YOU AND YOUR NIGGAS ACT LIKE YOU AINT KNOW WHEN I'm INFORMIN YOUR CLICK
I TAKE YOUR BITCH WHILE I'm PERFOMIN MY SHIT
"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"
-] repeat 4X
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
You hear me, niggas?
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
Do you understand?
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
Retire, motherfuckers!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
God MC!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
Baddest of all time!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme—
Brooklyn, nigga!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
Go to school!
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
You know ya can't
You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhymes
Oh,
Extinction Level Event 2
, bitch
And if you don't see it y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away
Now I'm hot, and we runnin the block
Watch me run in your spot, fiends comin in flocks
Add a little cut to the coke when I'm cookin the pot
DRUGS, BITCH! I got what you want come and get what I got
Now I almost forgot, I come to close up your shop
I love to fold up a knot, love totin the Glock
Helps me feel safer when niggas try to scheme on my plot
Try to steal paper from me you gotta deal with a lot
See I will leave you to rot, only defendin my stock
Niggas know they pussy and struggle to pretend that they not
Lose your life in the drop, while I harvest the crop
My hot shit; bust a cannon have you run in your socks
See we live on the edge, bang shit with a sledgehammer
Split up your head, kill a snitch for the feds
Let's go, for the streets I'm always spittin a gospel
Get Nas holdin a barrel size of elephant nostril
And if you don't see it y'all niggas can't fuck with our
Flipmode Movement - bounce in your truck to us
Y'all get stupid - don't try to fuck with us
Because you will get carried away, yeah you'll get carried away
Five thousand boomin' watts
I got a thousand karats all over my watch
Travel lighty, flow back easy
Back with the Bus-a-Bus and the P.D
We stay livin at the top of the charts
The shit we be spittin' be state of the art
We rockin' ya block shit, wildin' like rock shit
Strapped with the gun and the street corner hot shit
Now we sittin' in the drop top—pretty
Knock, knock; who is he?
—Bus-a-Bus, I put it down in this, I get busy
We controllin' the city, if you ain't know, and—
By the way, my name is Puff
Yo, it ain't my fault ya dame corrupt
We went from Henny, to Remi, to Moe, to Belve, to—
The game is us
We gettin' money, muh'fucker, in the game we trust
Everytime we put it down, reppin' the name is a must
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Crissy
You can pass me the Remi, but—
Give me the ass, you can give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but—
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
When you give me ya bitch make sure you—
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever, just—
Come on
Give me the Henny, you can give me the Crissy
You can pass me the Remi, but—
Give me the ass, you can give me the dough
You can give me 'dro, but—
Give me some money, you can give me some cars
When you give me ya bitch make sure you—
Give me some shit, you can give me the cribs
You can give me whatever, just—
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just pass the Courvoisier
Yeah, pass me that Louie, that motherfuckin', that, that iron groove
Nineteen vintage motherfuckin' medieval
Ow, bitch, yeah, just pass the courvoisier
That, that shit make, that dark shit just me, make me wanna fuck
Straight up, I just need to know
Just make a nigga dick hard as—
Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai
Cha, cha , cha, cha
Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai
Cha, cha, cha, cha
Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai 
Cha, cha, cha, cha 
Ey, jajaja
Cha, cha 
Cha, cha, cha, cha 
Cha, cha 
¡Somo' rico'! ¡Ah, jajaja! ¡Yupi!
Se formó y nadie la va a parar
Tú me lo pides y te lo voy a dar
W con El Animal 
Tu pum-pum no me va a matar
Fuera de liga, liga
No quiero que pare', mami, siga
Llega y la rompe con las amiga'
Pa' que se muerdan las enemigas 
Súbelo , bájalo 
Súbelo , bájalo 
Baila sexy con ánimo 
Que tú lo mueve' riquísimo 
Dale, que sea físico 
Aunque estemos en público 
Exótico, tu cuerpo e' clásico 
Me tienes en estado crítico
Y muévelo, no te pare'
Juégalo, hasta el suelo
Muévelo, no te pare'
Juégalo, hasta el suelo
La mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá 
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá 
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá
De la mamá de la mamá 
Mamajuana, mamadora
'Tá atrá' de lo' cheque' esa abusadora
Mamajuana, mamadora
'Tá atrá' de lo' cheque' esa abusadora 
Okey, por encima de lo' do' mil grado' Fahrenheit
Un solo bobo rompiendo el planeta 
El Alfa "El Jefe" 
Anitta
Wisin  con Busta Rhymes
Mucha temperatura, tú no la aguanta'
Mucho tigueraje
W, El Alfa 
Ante' de frontea' conmigo 
Procura no te 'ten quitando la mita' 
A ustede' le' cobran porciento hasta por respira'
¡Cha-el! 
I caught that ill vibe, Bus'
Word, Tip? Yo, yo, word
That ill vibe, Bus'
Word, Tip? Yo, yo, word
Yo, when I hold the mic, you know my shit be absurd
I caught that ill vibe, Tip
Word, Bus'? Yo, yo, word
That ill vibe, Tip
Say word, Bus'? Yo, yo, word
'Cause when I'm in the place, you know my shit be absurd
I caught that ill vibe, Bus'
Word, Tip? Yo, yo, word
That ill vibe Bus'
Word, Tip? Yo, yo, word
Yo, when we in the jam, you know the shit be absurd
I caught that wow shit, Tip
Word, Bus'? Yo, yo, word
That ill vibe, Tip
Say word? Yo, yo, word!
'Cause when I'm in the place, you know my shit be absurd!
Is the love really there? 
Do a thug shed the same tear? 
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here
Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here 
Is the love really there? 
Do a thug shed the same tear? 
Throw your ice in the the air, we here
And we all gon' ball 'til the courts up here
Don't give a fuck what them niggas think we toting in here
What you know about a nigga murder, I got no chemical
Than courts in Miami water got shit federal
Time for that ass, I rather go to Little Haiti
Buy some bricks and then stash it
Head back north, cross 8 line to become the boss
Enforce the Laws, *******
You want some motherfuckin' wholesale, keep it steppin'
No discount, player, no fuckin' credit
No shorts, I came to govern the laws 
And you paying the price so you dying by the sword
You had a devil smokin with them rebels
We kill for money and power
Extortionin' my own hood and that shit's power
A black man crime call 'em a coward
A black man with knowledge we kill 'em tomorrow
Its sickenin', that's how our people live
We disrespect our elders and curse our Church Members
Yo, well anyway I'm back around my way
Keepin it live you know how we do each and every day
Rollin through thick with my girls Zhane
With the exclusive debut Hey Mr. DJ
Listen to me baybay
We put somethin together that's gon drive you crazy
Get from our your seat and stop actin lazy
Or get up out my party if you actin shady, baby baby, it's a party
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Word up, let's get it on tonight
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Yes, yes, uhh, Zhane and Busta Rhymes
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Ahhh, woo, let's get it on, let's get it on
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
Do it right now, ahh, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Throw your hands in the air!!!
{Gonna rock your body, Zhane and Busta Rhymes}
Zhane and Busta Rhymes exclusive, hah
{It's a party, let's get it on tonight}
Hah, word is bond, let's get it on babygirl
{Gonna rock your body, we gonna do it right}
Let's do it right now, keep it movin y'all
Flipmode is the unit y'all
You can't see what we doin y'all
Zhane and Busta B y'all
Yes we doing the whole entire party making y'all
Woo, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, forever and ever and ever...
Move, girl, like your ass on fire
Like your ass on fire
Move, girl, like your ass on fire
Like your ass on fire
Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire
I'll light your ass on fire
Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire
Bitch, I'll light that ass on fire
Move, girl, I'll light your ass on fire
Welcome to Hot-and-Hazyville
It make you wanna dance 'til you break your heels
I know you love the way the God make you feel
Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal 
It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field
Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real
That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville 
Girl, I'm tryna figure out what I'm finna cook for these kids
I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' some damn Red Hots, I'm tired
Kids? Honey, I don't even know, like, I just started this diet, so I can't even help you
What kind of diet?
Is that— that your phone?
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Yo' daddy on the phone
Hello?
Yeah, what's up?
Hello
Yeah, what's up? You can't hear me or somethin'?
Well— I'm comin' to pick up junior, get him ready for me
When you gon' have him back?
What you talkin' 'bout?
I bring him back nine o'clock every time it's my day to have my visit with him
I'll be there in two hours to pick him up
Nah, nah, nah, nah
If you ain't over here in the next hour to pick him up 
He ain't goin' with you this weekend, I don't give a damn what you say
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
You know how you do
You always say you gon' do somethin', you don't do it 
You always talkin' 'bout what you gon' do 
And don't carry through , I ain't finna keep no one there
Oh yeah? Make sure my son ready to be picked up when I pull up
What ya'll wanna do
Don't you know we always coming through
Me and my crew
Lemme hear you say fire it up 
Say fire it up 
To all my dogs that's stay rugged
Run around in the 500
All day
Lemme hear you say fire it up 
Say fire it up 
To all my ladies in the place to be
Getting money while they next to me
Let me see
Lemme hear you say fire it up 
Say fire it up 
To all my people just wave your hand
Getting money all across the land
One time
Lemme hear you say fire it up 
Say fire it up 
C'MON!
See how we kill 'em with the slow flow
And we got the game in a chokehold
And where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging a nigga, "Don't go"
See how we hit these niggas this time
La-la, mm, da-da-da, mm, da-da-da
And where I'm going, you won't go
I'm leaving the game, they begging a nigga, "Don't go"
See how we hit these niggas this time
La-la, mm, da-da-da, mm, da-da-da
Hehehehehahaha
And if you are just joining us, welcome to the moment of truth
Extinction Level Event 2
Do you understand what I'm talking about?
It's the end of the world!
Take notes from a real emcee
It's about how the record feel
The nigga's like Bartles & Jaymes
Like McDonalds, like Popeyes, like KFC
You been knowing this motherfucker for a long-ass time
Yes, there's niggas out there that— that can say they've done a little this, a little that
But do any of those niggas wanna follow Busta Rhymes?
Hell motherfucking no! 
Hey Bus, you ready to do it to 'em again?
Well, it's only right, queen
Let's show 'em better than we can tell 'em
I got somethin' real heavy to lay on you, man
Now that's what I need
Can you dig it? 
Can you dig it? 
Can you dig it? 
Talk shit every time I talk
To the top-tibbity-tower 'cause I talk serious
Top floor, bitch, with a top fleet
Feast over niggas with sharp teeth, full-time, get it
'Cause I go and get wild high, rah 
Water drop-drip, see how we slide?
Big broad titty they droop, seek the bitch all in the coupe
Jealous niggas, you don't want me to shoot 
Bong-bing, bi-dong-bong
Think you're listening to the wrong song? 
Full-time niggas, eh? Who? How?
Bang niggas 'til they all go sing, what you gonna do now?
We don't allow foes here now
Watch lil' nigga, we about to go sell it
Beat niggas down to the ground 
And yell it it, we can never do wrong, I sell it
Fuck around 
Wanna play a little game of death? Hold on
Take it up, take it up, cool cool?
I'ma kick you in your gut and be makin' you wanna doo-doo
Take a man into Shangri-La
Shorty then became the big strangler
Black Maybach Dracula
Then everything I do is spectacular 
God's sake, strap yourselves down
Back, bro, bliggidy-blah, bliggidy-blah 
Blah , nigga, you fraud, gimme your broad 
Bitch, gimme the keys to cities
Let me dig deep, feelin' like Slick Ricky D's and
It's the god givin' you raw 
Shit got you smashin' your truck, crashin' your car 
Aw shit, homie, you see? And, oh, you don't say? 
I been killin' this bitch, homie, we don't play 
Sinkin' shit down, get on the floor 
Yeah, niggas dig how we dig it down to the core 
Earned the right of passage, that's why I'm givin' you more 
Pure, bitch, I'm the flyest you ever saw 
Bad bwoy givin' you heat, see it in the street
And fuck niggas up, lil' bitch, you think it's sweet?
Confuse niggas, bug on the shit I do to a beat 
And bruise niggas, watch how I cruise niggas to sleep 
Infuse niggas, watch how they knock it all in they Jeep 
A few paparazzi won't catch me on when I creep 
I move Kamikaze when paparazzi is deep 
Include kemosabes, you carbon copies is weak 
While I give you a trick or treat 
You weak motherfuckers, I got you under my feet 
You sleep on a nigga, that's when you niggas are
weak
Everything you sow, that's when niggas know shit is deep 
Break your back and split your spleen
Bunch of angry police officers when they step on the scene
They get even more angry when I be countin' this cream
'Til I got these niggas shoutin', the way I'm out in the steam 
Sorry, country, I know you don't want this really, but
'Til we get us some justice, we fucking every city up
Drastic measures is urgent, the city burn like Philly blunts
Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus
You for my people? 'Cause you niggas movin' really sus
No, we ain't playing with them, really, trust
You see them cities burning like chimneys, you better know it's really us
The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just
To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut
Deep in my soul, is justice really cut?
I'm only tryna be my peoplе's clutch
Hypertension I mention, thе temperature is different 
This wouldn't have happened, now you witness blood
You motherfuckers better listen up
'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right like we don't give a fuck
When I come, and I hop, and I skip, and I rhyme and I dumb and I drop and I spit and I shine
Eh eh eh nigga watcha really wanna do? You ain't no that im coming to take whats mine. Every time
I come to hitcha witha little bit of killa betta no that you neva neva see me little nigga when im at the top! Ill neva stop! Wanna nigga pop! Putcha way round it anything any betta? I came to do my thing! And a bang! Bada boom badaba bada bing! Everybody no that when it comes to this shit they gotta strip mutha fucka better crown me king! Wit a passion a lil action see them with a grab on how you do it! Then they wanna ask him how a nigga smash him? See if we can have him rack him through it! Hey hey hey hey hey hey! And if you gotta no what a nigga do all day care bear nigga nigga  wanna bounce heads? Wanna drop heat in these streets ok? You see the gay shay gimmick?
And I hope a lot of niggas in that clinic! it don’t really matter who you wanna ask about me cuz there be defences wit it! While im giving you the final chapter, with other laughter see it when I capter,  every body poppin till I give you tension you don’t even wanna come after! now I sugest you listen whenever you hear the beat of the building! Trust me this is not the place for you to bring your children
I'm a +Rolling Stone+, Mick Jagger swagger
Then I play with drums like I'm Tommy Leezy
+Bang Bang+, like Chief Keezy
She turnin up for me for no reason
From New York City to the Bay
That's how these bitches they like to play
Some big booty freaks
Pop it on a handstand, that how she eat
Word to my mother yo, word to my mother
If she fuck me like she dancin', I'mma love her undercover
I met a diamond in Miami like a month ago
It ain't an A-town bitch that won't do what I tell her to
 + 
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap, we make it clap
It's the break down, it's your favorite part
It's the break down, keep it going don't stop
It's the break down, make it do what it do
It's the break down, act like it's made for you
Get ugly, act retarded, scrunch that face, move that body
Break down, what what, break down, what what, break down
Here I am, be
R.A.W
So fuck with me I'm here to bring double
To the platinum feel and retrieving a million
Triple up with the bitches exotic and fuck me a brazilian 
Ha ha ha, laugh at a bunch of you niggas
When I'm comming I switch it like a chameleon
And then decided it back and find a g-stro candidate
To swimming it commin' swallow my children 
Go'head and sing my song gettin' money you bitches
Now tell me what you really on
Back on my bu-bu-bullshit
I move quick pullsix
Bitches make it to sit on my poolstick 
I see yo ass is ready, willing, enable 
Yo ass is knockin' my bottles of the table 
You see he's out in the spot so let's go
Strip down on ya g-stro before the club close, come on
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Let's go
 Show your G-stro
 Show your G-stro
 Show your G-stro
 Show your G-stro
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Stand in the front and shake it out for the god
Let's go
 Show your G-stro
 Show your G-stro
 Show your G-stro
 Show your G-stro
It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—
Hop and I skip every time that I 
A lot of you trash and you need to 
Tell me  can you not do the shit that'll make the game proud 
Tuck, drop it, and roll, the fire gon' blaze in here
Now do I make myself clear?
Watch keep the weight, yeah, we beat 'em up 'til I'm done
Make them run, bounce, bitch 
You know that everything's good
Crowd in this bitch, need some elbow room, uh
Uh, we 'bout to heat it up 
I hope all of my niggas is keepin' up 
I will eat your food until I bleed
Or 'til a nigga can't breathe
We run shit, control the block and all of that 
Now I'm tired of talkin', bring the chorus back , oh
It's drivin' me out of my mind
That's why it's hard for me to find
Can't get it out of my head
Watch the way we kill 'em, you gotta love it
Don't this shit make my niggas wanna—
I tell you something, don't ever  up your CD
Pack up the  
Hey , see how they try to pin it on me 
Back up the charger, carry the 
And when , 
Hey , see how they try to pin it on me 
We'll make real money
 that they're trying
Hey , see how they try to pin it on me 
Just leave the place, clear the area
Wait, do what 
I'll show them how to make real money 
They're just learning the fucking biz 
I been through the storm
Through the cold and rain
Everything's still the same
Can't control how I feel
Sometimes it's hard to keep it real
Woooooooooooooo-whoahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Yeahhhhhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
One two three we gon' turn it out
And make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
We gonna hit you with the shit we got here
We gonna blow your mind 
Keep it movin' like this, keep it movin' like that
If I die, I'ma only come back
Yo, I'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
Don't even waste your time
What are we doing and where we gonna GO!
So fast its gonna blow dry your afro!
Get out the fast dramer says your moving to SLOW!
On your marks, get set, ready, GO!
What are we doing and where we gonna GO!
So fast its gonna blow dry your afro!
Get out the fast dramer says your moving to SLOW!
On your marks, get set, ready, GO!
On Your Marks, Get Set, Ready, GO!
On Your Marks, Get Set, Ready, GO!
On Your Marks, Get Set, Ready, GO!
So.. high..
Take me all the waaayyy, where you are 
I really want to beeee, take me now
Take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy 
I really want to beeee, so.. high
If you from New York, stand up right now!
If you from New York, hands up right now!!!
Get it up, get it up, get it get it get it up!!!
Get it up, get it up, get it get it get it up!!
Get it up, get it up, get it get it get it up!!
Get it up, get it up, get it get it get it up!!
Yeah! I think it's about time for y'all to give New York there shit back
Y'all know where the crown belong,
y'all know we started this shit
You know we gave birth to all of this shit
Don't get it confused nigga, Flipmode bitch!!! Full Surface bitch!!!
To the family that helped me get rich since day one
Chris Lighty, James Cruz, Mona Scott, the whole Violator family bitch!!!
Big up to Nas, big up to Jay-Z, big up to Roc-A-Fella, big up to Ruff Ryders
DMX, EPMD, Jazzy Joyce, Cocoa Chanelle, Green Lantern, Mister Cee, DJ Enuff
DJ Camilo, DJ Envy, Clue, Kay Slay, the voice of New York Angie Martinez
Grandmixer DST, yeah, Grandwizard Theodore
Grandmaster Flash, I'm a take it all the way back
Run-D.M.C., LL Cool J, Ralph McDaniels
Cold Crush Brothers, Fab 5 Freddy, Funky Four Plus One More, Zulu Nation
Spoonie Gee, Five Percent Nation Of Islam, Yeah! Wu-Tang, Treacherous Three and all of that
Busy B whattup!!! Brucie B, Luv Bug Starski ya nah mean, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, Kool G. Rap
We 'gon keep it goin, Public Enemy, B.D.P. I wanna big up producers like Pete Rock, Marley Marl
Preemo, Eric "Vietnam" Sadler, Keith Shocklee, Large Professor, Easy Mo Bee, Diamond D
Howie T, Mantronix, yeah, Awesome Two, hey y'all I can't forget my nigga Biz Markie
Just Ice, Lord Finesse, MC Shan, Cutmaster DC, UTFO, Whodini, Doug E. Fresh, Slick Rick
Ultramagnetic, X-Clan, Nice N Smooth, yeah, aiyyo, let me big up my ladies!!!
My ladies and mothers of hip hop, MC Lyte, Salt N Pepa, Latifah, Sha Rock
All the Roxannes, The Real Roxanne, Roxanne Shante, yeah, Pebbly Poo
Yeah yeah we fuckin y'all head up boy, we takin it back nigga!!!!
NEW YORK YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS STAND UP NEW YORK!!!!
Yeah! I ain't finished yet! Mr. Magic, Chuck Chillout, Audio Two
A Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, Black Sheep, Jungle Brothers
Leaders Of The New School nigga! P. Diddy and the whole Bad Boy!
Brand Nubian nigga! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! I ain't forgettin' shit!
Kool Herc, Afrika Bambaata, the fathers of this shit, thank y'all
Anything is
Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't heard
And if you want us to set it just give me the word
This one goes out to my soldiers that be flippin them birds
To all my shorties wigglin they shakin they curves
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Just make it clap, Just make it clap, Just make it clap
Just make it clap
Okay, Weezy F Baby man I gotta put the pressure on 'em
Young Money the special team, we so Devin Hester on 'em
Right up on your girls lips, got my dick resting on 'em
Soon as they woke up, it came and left it on 'em
Swag with no effort on em,
quicker than a leopard on 'em
If he got beef watch me sprinkle salt and pepper on 'em
No Spinderella just plenty metal for any fellow
Semi settle everything for me and everything for me
Smoking on that G13 and everything funny
Specially y'all bitchass niggas, kiss-ass niggas
Blood gang 6 flags niggas, no rollercoaster
Real shit we hold the bread the hoes hold the toasters
Young Casanova, I bend their asses over
She say my dick stronger than a sixpack of Cola
Man Im so fly I got arachnophobia
Pressure bust pipes, but Weezy bust twice
Hahaha
Yeah we see you bust a bottle at your little table stunting
And we coming by the bar get the fucking up your fronting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
Okay we see you in your Phantom acting cocky with your misses
Yea you balling till you see us pull up in nine of them bitches putting
Pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
We putting pressure on 'em
First I, stop it, then I drop it, then I cock another
heater
pop another leader
From another clique that thought he was a creature, that could never never
Ever ever ever ever get his shit popped off GET HIS BLOCK KNOCKED OFF
When a nigga come and when a nigga front gotta give it to em good
Give a nigga what he want, and if a nigga act up shoot em in the hand
In the face, in the stomach in the foot, or the heart 
You don't want it homie you don't wanna start
Especially when a motherfucker see the gun fire spark
*You don't want no problems*
When I got the gun up in your mouth, I make a nigga gun talk
Bus Rhymes Reek
I'mma hit em in the front homie hit em in the back
Keep on hittin that nigga in the chest cavity
Till that motherfucker lay down flat
**Freeze motherfucker look**
Trust me I'mma make a nigga sit still
Anytime I gotta defend the food nigga
It don't matter what it is homie I will
Beat a nigga till your brother can't figure it out
Or i-dentify the mother fucker on the real
Word on everything a nigga really love
It don't matter who it is homie I kill
But now I'm finally waking up outta the dream
And I realize that life is so beautiful
And I ain't gotta put my hand on a nigga
Unless its definitely necessary otherwise it's unsuitable
Going through a lot of different little things
That make a nigga wanna go and wanna get in
When I bring couple goons, that can handle couple situations
And I let 'em eliminate all the bullshit so I can SING
Run though every city, run though every state
Though we get a lot of love I love to get a lot of hate
Though the ones who will try to hate will start to love
Cause it's undeniable that everything I do is great
Even when I do it wrong I'mma share it in a song
And I question is it worth it in the end all along
I guess I gotta die first return reincarnated
Just to really witness it in another form
But until that time I'll embellish it and shine
While I set in wit' the grind
Give me credit when it's mine boy I dead it like a nine millimeter
See the sign and the heater that I'm givin all my people get in line now
Yeah, for the ones that hate or try to stop my growth in the light from above
When I fight I hold a grudge it's a Kanye shrug
See the way I make 'em bug motherfucker don't no Love
You must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you, never
See, you, too, could get it through your FUBU sweater
Like a nigga when he walk in the dark
Trespassin' on a nigga land, shots echo loud in the park
I live and die for all the shit I believe
And rep for everything I stand for
With every single breath I breathe
Like the intake from cigarette smoke, it's like you inhale
The demon in the gutter, stressed, struggled, and broke
If the shit was all over tomorrow
I'd leave a treasure for my kids
With a legacy for my children to follow
You know it's funny how the good die first
Get the peppin' in your steppin', faggot nigga
'Cause you could die worse
Hold on, you know I cut off my arm, in the name of reppin'
Real niggas in the midst of droppin' this bomb
Allah blessin' me to rep for the better
And carry on something great
And keep a nigga name livin' forever
Now tell me—
 All my niggas tell me  tell me, ah! 
'Cause we crazy with it , quick to blaze you with it 
From in my soul to every word that I curse
With all the agony expressed in this verse
Let me ask my niggas 
My niggas tell me  tell me, ah! 
Because we Gods nigga  we go the yard nigga 
Because I walk the ground under my feet 
And keep it live and stay in tune with the street
Now let me ask my niggas 
Most you niggas really caca 
Get to passin' me my vodka 
Bitch, you know I keep the choppa 
Every single time I pop up 
Pop, I make the ratchet pop-pop 
Pop, I make that ratchet pop-pop
Think you niggas can fuck with my clique? I say, "Oh no, no" 
How could he be better? Nigga could be never, oh no, no 
Fuck the building up, promoters screaming out, "Oh no, no" 
Until they shut us down, they got every hood fiending like, "Oh no, no" 
[Hook:
Sample
+ Busta Rhymes + Chauncey Black +
Q-Tip
]
"I write rhymes, I write checks"
Tip, ayo, what happened to the—
For the game
For the music
Ayo, these niggas in the game don't sound the same
Yup, these niggas in the game don't sound the same
Ayo, what happened?
They ain't got it in 'em to make a classic
Ayo, what happened?
These niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it?
Ayo, these niggas in the game don't sound the same
Bust', these niggas in the game don't sound the same
Ayo, what happened?
They ain't got it in 'em to make a classic
Ayo, what happened?
These niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it?
One time yo
Watch how I kick it
and rhyme slow
With the slimes though
Fleet of Suburbans and Tahoes
Time to push out
Niggas are back, the tools out
Word to King Tut, we shakin' they takin' they boobs out
Bitches frantic
Then fuck with a nigga, I say it best
Bring your girl shorty, both you can come do a taste test
Now they both trynna play though
I love the way they handle me
Could do this everyday though
Let 'em suck it all up out of me
Let 'em loose, they come back and do it the same way
To make 'em sickle down a bit while they give me their ashtray
While they also bring a nigga that money, it's pay day
What the fuck nigga?
Ain't no way in the world
Shit ain't bangin' through your speaker while we fucking shit up
My chain hangin'
and we had to build 
This shit is ringing and in case you didn't know its The Abstract & The Dragon
Boom, Bap, original rap 
Bitch The Dragon is back!
Oh no, with The Abstract
Rappin' and lettin' the bass go
Then we blaze those
Making 'em blacker than disco
With a fist full of money, we bakin' a pistol
Its official
When I come through, my clique whole
Shit to let off, and let the shit blow 
Then we all go get this money and pack the paid show
Then we black from the front to the back
See, they know to spot it
Back of the cockpit
The shit is not a secret, niggas know how we lock shit
And how they flock shit when we come and make 'em salute niggas
Back they  and pop their shit in the club, and shoot niggas like
See, we back with the bang bang
And the boom bap, nigga we give you the thang thang
Yo, Kamaal, I know you wanted to rhyme
It's my fault, well, I'm excited by the slap you made
Bring on the onslaught
Mister Abstract, I see you done dug up back in the vault
Yeah, we back up in the kitchen and giving 'em what they want
Yeah, we pack shit thicker than niggas in banquets
Get your blankets
Most of you niggas need practice
Rehearsal with the hearses and line up the caskets
Lot of rapper niggas actors and move like an actress
We 'bout to hit you with the heat 'cuz we know when you're anxious
Aiyo, Kamaal, let's fuck 'em up and take 'em through the track list
Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 2000?
Well sweetheart, for your sake I hope it'll all be peaches & cream
.
But I'm afraid the end time is near
The cataclysmic apocalypse referred to in the scriptures of every holy book known to mankind
It will be an Era fraught with boundless greed & corruption
Where global monetary systems disintegrate, leaving brother to kill brother for a grain of overcooked rice
The nations of the civilized world will collapse under the impressive weight of parasitic political conspiracies which remove all hope & optimism from their once faithful citizens
Around the globe, generations of polluters will be punished for their sins
Un-shielded by the ozone layer they have successfully depleted
Left to bake in the searing naked rays of light
Wholesale assassinations served to destabilize every remaining government
Leaving the starving & wicked to fend for themselves
Bloodthirsty renegade cyborgs created by tax-dodging corporations wreck havok
Pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless & gutless system, where the rich get richer & the poor get fucked over and out
Unleash total worldwide destruction by means of nuclear holocaust
Annihilating the terrified masses
Leaving in its torturous wake nothing but vicious, cannibalistic, mutated, radiating, and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers
Begged on revenge, but against whom?
There are so few left alive
Starvation reigns supreme, forcing unlucky survivors to eat anything & anyone in their path
Massive earthquakes crack the planets crust like a hollow eggshell
Causing unending volcanic eruptions
The creatures of the seven seas, unable to escape the certain death upon land, boil in their liquid prison
Disease then circles the earth, plagues & viruses with no known cause or cure
Laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human-kind having proven itself to be nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers
Fall victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our charred remains
This is, Extinction Level Event
The Final World Front, and there is only, one, year, left
Wow, that's cool, I can't hardly wait!
You don't have to, because here it is
Callin' all live niggas
Callin' all live bitches
We got a job for y'all on planet earth
Flipmode world domination in progress
Motherfuckers
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits
Oh my God, me and my niggas…
Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga
For my dogs we be keepin it raw
But bitches be gasin a nigga, please give me some moreraah!
They way you be shakin ya shit to the floorrah!; Damn!...arrah!!
I'mma give it to you mami for sure
And if you couldn't take it what is you fuckin me forrah!
Ya niggas know how to act
And when we arrive niggas know we come to pushin shit back
I'm sayin
Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga
Uh, uh, uh all over the track man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back
Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man
Uh pardon me, uh, as I come back, nigga
]
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some
 go.. get you some
Money, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty more, go.. get you some
 go.. get you some
I'm sayin who told y'all to let a muhfucker back on the block
With the bullshit, see y'all done fucked up now!
Turn the volume up and bang it out the trunk now!
You gotta problem son? Imagine how the club sound
Look and see I'm ready to spark it
Soon as I zoom on my target, muhfucker better roll out the carpet
See the way I comin through, and how I kick in the door
Watch how I coffee grind like never before.. the way I wreck from the door
So immaculate, passionate, when I'm speakin
I'm preachin, all my niggas out in EVERY HOOD!
You tryin to compete? You better be INCREDIBLY GOOD!
Niggas you want heat? I figured you would!
That's I waste no time to give it to you niggas 
And give you all the jewels in , and then I put it down to you all!
I can't get enough of it niggas, I gotta ex-plore 
All of my options, I gotta get me plenty more...
A lot of niggas shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
To the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J Records, I'm on DRE Records, Aftermath BITCH!
You need to learn cause you ain't knowin the half, BITCH!
And while I'm gone I'm puttin dough in the stash, BITCH!
So new and fresh I say it again
So what it do, don't test see I'mma blaze to the end
I'm comin through, so confess you niggas know who the kid
I'm like a newborn nigga, that's securing a win
 So new and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify me in another level of greatness
I'm here to fix up the game, I'm givin it a facelift
New and improved, watch the way I make the game shift!
Now watch me swing it out the ballpark
I come to shut it down, don't let the war start while I come to get the...
I wanna know
Do you really believe?
Do you really believe that we're free?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna know
Jump on the track like Michael Jeffrey
Even the referee say I need an ESPY
Award
just applaud I'm a boar with a broad
I go hard and my leather so soft
and I cough
And the board of health say the boy need help
I am so hot the AM just melt
All aboard, all aboard
black card, no fraud
I'm an extension cord,
I'm a lightning rod
I'm a lion roar, I'm a dinosaur
I'm a sinus minus the nose, I'm a cold
I'm raw than a temperature rose to five and
Two o's that's 500 degrees for those who know
My fire's higher than a liars
We don't burn rubber, we burn tires
We riders, residers, we live in The Carter
Wayne is a flame that could live in the water
Ok now let's get it straight, either you bait or the mate
Either way you on my plate gettin ate after grace
If you taste like base, snares and tenors be my dinner
I'm hotter in the winter,
burn like sinners, turn like spinners
I swear I'll put ya in the urn by your picture
Boy we ain't playin Weezy baby, he the man
Hotter than the Peter pan to a wet bare hand
So don't touch me nigga 
Don't touch me nigga 
We got 'em hot in this bitch 
We got 'em hot in this bitch 
Here we go
Man, listen I spot a square dude from a distance
Through the tinted Maybach curtain in partition
Nip/Tuck niggas, I could never fuck with 'em
Or pass the blunt with 'em, let the guns hit 'em
Bring fire, frizzy hair for press-spire
You ain't a rider, pa'tna I'm a crippler
Crutch giver, hospitalizer, hottest whip driver
Keep on my hip, the biggest life or death decider
I ain't a rapper or an activist, I'm badder
I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper
No black leather jackets or black berets
Since my old days, like I stepped from a Vogue page
And none of y'all cop what I cop
Forget your excuse if the music ain't hot
Where the Range? Where the drops? Y'all never got hoes
See you on the club, wrist never on froze
So don't touch me nigga 
Don't touch me nigga 
We got 'em hot in this bitch 
We got 'em hot in this bitch 
Here we go
Busta Bus pick me up in the Coupe to come bubble through
This is routine kid it ain't nothin new
You bring trouble to me, the untouchable
Make me have to bring in the troops like George W
I'll scorch you somethin awful when I fall through
Of course the raw to be when you could put a broad to
Better bring with you your fire extinguisher
Listen, I love static and I'm ready to cling to ya 
Kid I made it from magazine pages to big stages
High wages through all of the different ages
Thinkin you do it like this is outrageous
Yeah I'm sick with it but it's not contageous
Your hottest thing to me, not a thing
Every night my crib is like the Bada Bing
So make sure that you youngin's got it right
Kane's who's the fuckin rockstars party like, you heard?
So don't touch me nigga 
Don't touch me nigga 
We got 'em hot in this bitch 
We got 'em hot in this bitch 
Here we go
]
 Killa kids
Flipmode we are, 'mode we are..
Fuck steppin on toes I crush the whole shoe
Pronto like Cru till I'm
Triumphant like Wu
The shit you talkin crazy like niggas turnin in their hand guns
I be burnin MC's like Betty's grandson
Smokin
grey poupon
boy
Two lines, I chew rhymes and make niggas fold like they was futons
Rah Digga, all day
Outsidaz
, this Squad be Flipmode
We get our dick rode a whole shitload
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Ya'll niggas want something?
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Ya'll niggas want something?
We the official g-u-rilla to lead militias
That pillage, americana
Spit sentences like, venomous iguanas
Reminisce the promise
Bring drama like Nicaragua
Fatigues march, army leaders, they count crooked drug dollars
And sip fresh squeezed milk from the titties of llamas
Leave cities in carnage
Pretty as farmers that pour whiskey at harvest and hold 16 bananas
Maintain, maintain, maintain
I reign like Mussolini's iron fists
Try on this, you can't see me like vagina lips
Smugglin diamond chips, bubblin anonymous
The dominant will resource and count on script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere and shit, souvenirs for your ears and shit
Clear poetry like William Shakespeare and shit
Word is bond checkin me out
Hey what you talkin about
You lost and you walkin about
Niggas got beef they really want to chill and start talkin it out
Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out
Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin me out
Now I zoom in on you and my niggas start stalkin you out
Shut down on bullshit you total recallin' about
This one's for my people and my niggas up North
The rulership dynasty of Flipmode finally come forth
Exports and imports hittin you with flavors of all sorts
My squad comin through, chop off your ear
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Ya'll niggas want something?
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Ya'll niggas want something?
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Ya'll niggas want something?
What y'all niggas wanna do?
Ya'll niggas want something?
[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake,
2 Chainz & Drake
]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem 
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem 
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem 
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem 
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem
And yeah, I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem
If findin' somebody real is your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy
Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860
A heavy smoker, so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon’s reflection off the lake hit me
You should have stayed with me
Now many Asian bitches lay with me
The face is silky like a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the mornin' on the beach like a Chilean horse
Red roses dropped from boxes very often
Confetti torchin',
drinkin' Henny
like I'm Kenny Lofton
Outstandin', I fixed the game between Georgia Southern and Gramblin'
You see us scramblin', sellin' Susan Sarandon
The cloud of smoke like the phantom
Damn, this shit tastes like fantastic, uh
You see me comin' through in each state
Just so the lord could put the fork inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist, I've got the briefcase
The gavel slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham
Big K.R.I.T., shawty
Spit like my last breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'lac with flats
After that, bottles I can't pronounce, like, “How you ask for that?”
Why you ask for crack and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, when all they had was wack
All I wanted was love and all they had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes, a championship win is
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm, slap a bitch
Walk the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the anchors that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxin' if you want a hit
Clear, fuck your career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er nigga, that's my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country ways
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' while I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like Everglades
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my bass
I put that on my soul, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hopin' the world end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. King saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In order to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, Dixie rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag,
poppin' benji tags on your wifey's ass 
That's out of line, but in livin' color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers: a true artist
Oh, yeah, oh, right
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off 
Uh, she came, I came, now what's my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know it's me, the hat and the shades
They heard my voice and they ran to the stage
My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babes
My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left
The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex
Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
Back to the Mac, tats on her back
Ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clappin' it back
She flat on her back and it's back to the trap
Fuck your pack, A$AP where it's at
Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat
Fuck your dreams, leave a punk nigga dreamin'
Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin Three-Stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Ou-Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack
And you know them smokin' bitches rolling reefer got me open
Wildin' to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I'm well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your President
Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that
7
Them 6's, them Benzes,
I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
Blowing blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't 'round my clique for nothing
'Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos 
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos 
'Cause every day we on our pesos
Yo, yo, yo, your bitch just said I'm hot, man, I told her I agree
She gon' really think I'm hot if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch, double D's
Popping E, I don't give a F, told you I'm a G
A.S.A.P., Stevie got it on his sleeve
But I got it on my chest, my nigga, this is what I breathe
Inhale, exhale, cocaine, X pills
Import, export,
Harlem catching rec still
So mami, show me how that neck feel 
Later show me how the rest feel, for now just chill
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos
So every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand, yes, I am
Every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waitin' here to find the sign
I don't care if I ever know
Here I go, here I go, here I go!
I got the love birds chirpin' at the window
But I don't need love no more, oh, no
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow
I got the love birds chirpin' at the window
But I don't need love no more, oh, no
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow
It started in Hollywood
Duh, duh-duh
Dreamin' of sharin' love
Duh, duh-duh
My tongue at a loss for words
Cause my feelings just said it all
I look for ways to say, "I love you"
But I ain't into makin' love songs
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD
Scoop back tees 
Breeze in coupe 
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together 
Bags and links 
Jeans and shoes 
Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together
Baby, you and me 
Me and you 
Go away together, we could get away forever 
All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out
I met my baby expressed my passion on my fashion night out
Her pistol go…
Her pistol go…
I said her pistol go…
'Cause she a fashion killer,
and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
Her pistol go…
I said her pistol go…
'Cause she a fashion killer,
and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go
Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live long
You can't ever deny my force
I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live
Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch know we poppin' so she poppin' on this dick
Nigga, RIP to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six
Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live long
You can't ever deny my force
I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye
Dirty fuck niggas, how you been?
You been crossin' our minds
Niggas talk down every now and then
On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten?
It was Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a mothafucka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck Illuminati lies, say I'm lucified
Baptized in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God
Who am I? Lord Flacko
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso
Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso
It's like you heard God spoke, I seen the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes
The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks
Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide
Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize
It's a fine line between truth and lies
Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified
That's why I never judge another nigga
Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas
3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga
Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga
Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas?
So my new attitude is like "Fuck them niggas!"
I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas
I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas
Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas
Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us
Meanwhile, you treated all of us like other niggas
Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas
If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up
Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups
Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups
Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan
Yeah, live through the strugglin', life's a every day 
I hustle every day in life, thinkin' back
Takin' packs up the block, them older niggas said I couldn't 
Man fuck 'em niggas, I'll be back, strapped backpack
Bitch, I'm flippin' work, hand in hand, I think they call it track 
Racin' laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack
Face the fact, there's always niggas out there, tryin' to knock the 
I guess that's why they say we trap, don't let niggas hold you back
I'm just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in
So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male
Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin'
Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch
I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff
Of my tux, chauffeur pullin' up, no if, and's​ or buts about him
I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spent on Goyard
Used 'em once, couldn't give a shit, damn or fuck about 'em
Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion
Smokin' blunts in front of public housin'
Wildin' 'til they throw me in them cuffs
Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers
Diamonds shinin' in the frames
Changed the game and made them say 
Ain't no limits to this shit, life's a flick, you're stickin' to the script
My life is like a movie, they should film me through it
Take a pic, be sure to frame the shit, forever me, was always G
Way before this famous shit, y'all just pretend to do it
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
Rap game like the crack game, swear it's all the same 
Whippin' soda through the pot, watch it bubble
Flexin' muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you niggas how to 
Sellin' coca on the charts, watch it double
Uh, takin' meetings on my bus, this shit my mobile office
Gettin' head while at my desk, this shit my oval office
I remember when I got a hundred for recordings
Now the sum of my performances just put me on the Forbes list
Fuck jiggy, I'm flawless, fuck pretty, I'm gorgeous
Your favorite rappers' corpses couldn't measure my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
Heard the people want that raw shit, but y'all be talkin' bullshit
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
You say you got them guns, but I've never seen you bang
You say you got them drugs, but I've never seen you slang
You say you in that game, but I've yet to see you play
You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit
with the sandals and the socks
, stop
And based on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch, it's me, fuck you thought?
Real grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You ain't animal, you are, corn, hahaha, yeah!
K shiz, what up, nigga!
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you 
I never meant to lie
Buggin' with my niggas, gold sluggin'
Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas
Who run it, my niggas, fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'
Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public
Cup full of purple substance or something
My niggas, the only thing that move me: 'Excuse me'
Excuse me, I tell them they're excused
What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news
And uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses bruh we steady making moves
And I, run the game even when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues
And uh, excuse me, may I be excused?
Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothing left to lose
Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This mothafucka hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust?
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for?
Ridin' 'round with that mask on
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard
, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my back yard,
red nose my bad broad
Titan full of that hydro,
pretty nigga, no catwalk
Big burner in your big mouth, pussy niggas suck lead off
I pull it up then skirt off,
vodka shots, he smeared off
40 ounce of that Cristal Rosé, that Rick Ross
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross,
mismatching, no jigsaw
No horseplay when we quick draw,
pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up
Q!
Stop
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer 
Since Rocky spit like André
I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée
Eat 'em like cookies, Chips Ahoy
Mm, enjoy, when I get annoyed
Know a couple niggas that'll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Body get found by a little fishin' boy
Arnold Schwarzenegger, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a 'roid
Slow punch make a nigga chin collide
Fuck talking, how fast you could grip a 9?
Damn, look at how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherfuckers that commit to crime
These niggas had the sidewalk sippin' wine
Guess that's why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq' so I soak in lift and shine
Tip tipped and toe, I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies
How many times in your eyes has a nigga died?
Never
Spittin' it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, nigga
I would like to dedicate
To the scar on my face
All the stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
I would like to dedicate this
To the scar on my face
Many stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
Uh, pearls and diamonds, that's excessive
Money, power, that's excessive
Money problems, that's expected
Marijuana, ass, and breastes
Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive
Money, power, that's excessive
Money problems, that's expected
Marijuana, ass, and breastes
How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Smoke,
Ty Beats
Better do it 'til we get right, uhh
This is for my niggas getting high on the regular
This is for my bitches getting high on the regular
Purple drank, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, I'm coming down, that paint drip,
I still tip
That pimp shit, she ain't plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit
That's swag, bitch
"I said"
Everything is purple 
Everything is purple 
"I said"
Everything is purple 
Everything is purple 
Purple swag, purple swag, I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone
I'm getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on
I'm flexing steel, I'm flexing still, I'm sitting high, I'm tipping slow
I'm Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow
I got these boppas going crazy,
they see me coming
Robitussin,
quit discussing, ASAP tell these niggas something, swag
"I said"
Everything is purple 
Everything is purple 
"I said"
Everything is purple 
Everything is purple 
Shorty she like to pop ass high
Popped her way up to first class high
She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low-ow-ow
Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor-or-or
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet 
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet 
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet 
Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet 
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we found ourselves the perfect way
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, never gonna be alone
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we found ourselves the perfect way
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we've got electric body
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we've got electric body
For a nigga like me, young nigga like me 
For a nigga like me, young nigga like me 
For a nigga like me, young nigga like me 
For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me 
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane 
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang 
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane 
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang 
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane 
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang 
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane 
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang 
Right
Right
Right
Alright, mothafucka
Alright, A$AP
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love
All you need is love
More power to you, more power to you, my lovely one
More power to you, more power to you, my lonely one
More power to you, more power to you, my lovely one
What's up, bruh? That all depends
With friends like you, who need friends?
Sometimes the best advice is no advice
Especially when it's your advice
Oh! Man, remember
Your man was on stage dressed like a family member
Man, everything basic to Ye Guevara
That means Saint Laurent is my Zara
I remember Rochelle ain't wanna fuck me with the polo
Ayy, bitch, you missed out, #fomo
I got one child, one child
But I'm fuckin', fuckin', fuckin' like I'm tryna make four more
They wanna throw me under a white jail
'Cause I'm a black man with confidence of a white male
Hallelujah
They called me a bitch, burned me like saffron
My matter is golden,
a child of the Odyssey
My touch is righteous, like virus my Midas
I'm golden
He told me when I'm present, chosen
So hold me tight, I swear,
I'm golden
Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin'
Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going 
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it
"I'm undone because—"
"I'm undone because—"
I swear this famous shit just happened overnight
For sure these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite
All I see is fake love, smiles, and overbites
But I'm pimping, nigga: Dolemite
I remember when, I was like ten, maybe nine
Ricky had a deuce-deuce, two shotty pumps with a baby nine
Busta had the rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne
Bone Thugs had Mo Thugs but that was the shit, that made me rhyme
What's up, what's on your mind? Hold up, I'm feeling fine
Locs got me blind, thugging like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime
Another young nigga with a attitude
I guess that's why the crackers kept me after school
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
Everybody had roaches but our roaches ain't respect us
On the park bench playing checkers, sipping nectar
Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fistfights
And fish fries and shootouts like one Sig with two rounds
And one click left two down, that's four kids but one lived
Left three dead, but one split, that one miss, that one snitched
That's everyday shit, shit we used to that
Add it up, do the math with your stupid ass
Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap
Fuck the conscious crap, my mac'll push your conscience back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
Mommy watching Oprah, Daddy in the kitchen whipping soda
Cook-connect named Sosa, Spanish chick Viola hit it in the chocha
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona,
fuck the law, we soldiers
I'm 'bout it 'bout it, nigga ain't shit sweet about me
The baddest bitches on the block be even speaking 'bout me
I'm so thuggish ruggish
bringing ruckus, knucking if you bucking
Young and thugging, bugging showing out in public, but you love it
I only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion
That listen, we gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons
They try to blind our vision, but we all God children, we siblings
You my brother, you my kin, fuck the color of your skin
Back once again
Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin
Finna ask can I pass to her friend
Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again
Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin
Then it's back to the back of the Benz
Lean back in the back with the Henn and a crap
When I tap that that, then attack, never tax, never that that
Max on the ends, spend ends, I remember way back when
A mothafucka used to have to borrow cash from my friends
Friends, just to put a snack up in the fridge
When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back
Now the kids all look up to me
Them bitches wanna fuck with me
My idols say what's up to me
From ugly to comfortably, suddenly
It all changed man, it was just like yesterday
Times was so ugly and now I'm comfortable
I just only can thank God, suddenly
Everything changed before my eyes by my surprise
A$AP
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you 
I never meant to lie
Clams Casino, A$AP 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
Back once again, sipping Henn', mixed with juice and gin
Bitches in, couple lady friends countin' Benjamins
Spinners spin on them twenty twins, that Mercedes Benz
Dividends made a change of plans, well that all depends
Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that OG
Kush motherfuck' the police, all my niggas rock gold teeth
So hood and we so street, sippin' on that codeine
We hustle hard, no sleep,
your bitch loose, that's no leash
I ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't talking 'bout no cars
Talking 'bout no diamonds 'cause that shit is a façade
Times is really hard, I fucked a couple broads
Smoked some purple out the jars, let me tell you who we are
I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood , the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
Uh
Pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of
Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror 
Clothes getting weirder
Money get longer, pretty nigga pin your hair up 
The nerve of this dude
But I'm cool as a vent, 40 ounce full of brew
I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" 
P.O
One time for A$AP Yams
Let's go
What's this I see? Niggas tryna act like G's
Got A$AP, got Fergy with me
It's a new day, no Black Eyed Peas
That's that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, that's that shit
Mothafucka better blast that shit
Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
Flacko makes sales of the perico
She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
'Member, I ain't ever have no home
Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
Back when I was rockin' least 
I was trappin' off at least like three phones
Me and Yams made the plan
Then I paid myself and I gave myself advance
Way before I became myself
I'd like to thank myself because I made myself the man
It's like lately I ain't myself
I'd rather hang myself before I play myself
I tell her, "throw on the dress with the pinstripes"
Know the one that fit the booty all skin tight, that's right
Yeah, you that shit, mhm, mhm, yeah, move that shit
Frontin' like you did it for the fellas
Get all the bitches jealous when you do that shit
But my neck is gold, the rest is froze
Sex and hoes, best of both, girls and girls, perpetual
Sippin' slow, Texas throwed,
comma, I'm about decimals
Chill and get faded, I'm surprised that we made it
Young niggas know the sky's the limit
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
Chill and get faded, shit, I'm surprised that we made it
Nowadays stress overrated
All I ever wanna do is chill and get shaded
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin' longer
Can't impress with them diamonds though, them diamonds
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
Talkin' bout M's
It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, nigga
Talkin' 'bout M's
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
Money talk and dogs bark
I got a pocket full of stones in my stonewashed
Lambo, brand new Lambo
With tiger stripes on it call that bitch a golf cart
I'm outchea, I'm so outchea, I swear niggas have no idea
I swear niggas better wear riot gear
Cause I appear and pow loud and clear give 'em diarrhea, oh
I re-up tonight, I'ma be up tonight, cookin' a key up tonight
Niggas de-up I slide to the right, throw a three up in time
Put a B up, let's fight, don't get beat up tonight
Feet up in my European, I ride with me heater inside
Kill you and your dog then go put on a shirt that say PETA for life
Like you sneeze you on tight, you got beef I got white
You got beef I got white, I got green, I got white
I got pink, I got pints, I got lean, I got ice
I got needles and pipes, I got clean, I got right
I got mean, I got nice, that's that Tina and Ike
I don't lean on her price, I don't cheat on her price
Try to cheat on the dice, you get beat on the spot
I get keys on the spot and I keep it on lock
And I keep it up safe, what you keep in your safe?
S'what I spent on my watch and I wave it like Ma$e
Bout to redo the face, get a see-through AK
I eat seafood and steak
But girl, I'ma treat you like cake til I get a sweet tooth tooth ache
But wait let's talk about M's, not about them
I love my BM's, I love my YM
ain't no more CM
Let's pluck out the stems,
let's fuck like a nymph
She walk out, she limp, it's dark and we dim, yeah
We dem niggas, handcuffing him niggas back up and skim niggas
See that we strapped up we cap up your brim nigga
Fill my cup up to the rim nigga, Tunechi
I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feeling this
East Coast nigga  but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feeling this
East Coast nigga  but how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh
Stone cold love, rose gold slugs
I could afford it, I imported stone cold drugs
Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned nigga
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned, nigga
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
Slash lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music 
A trill nigga to the truest, show you how to do this
My all gold grills give her cold chills
Said she got a coke feel 'cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills
No deal
, put her on her feet, toenails
Them vampires, them bloodsuckers, them thirsty killers
We 'bout it, 'bout it, we rowdy, rowdy, that Percy Miller
For really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
No bounty hunters, I'm 'bout to killa, I'm bout my skrilla
Give me the title, then give me the cash, fold it then bag it then move to the trap
Follow my stash, stealing my swag,
niggas is wickity wickity wack
Like Kriss Kross,
her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
My bitch boss, Cristal
, we smoking then thinking then burning that hash
Puff it and pass, making it last, walk in my shoes and then cross in my path
Game was for grabs, making 'em crash, took in a section ain't giving it back
Fuck the money, fuck the fame, this is real life
An insight to my trill life,
Clams
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
East Coast nigga, boy, how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feeling it
One, two, umm
Buckle my, umm
Pass the mothafuckin' Swisher, pour some mothafuckin' liquor
For my mothafuckin' niggas who ain't wit us, keep it trilla'
My gold teeth, my french braids, getting throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that's the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game
I be, I be that pretty muthafucka, A$AP is just my nickname
(
I'm comin' down when I'm tippin' on them 4's
Cause we shittin' on these, shittin' on these niggas and these hoes)
Cause that purp shit I sip up, your bitch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, I'm draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
We runnin', we runnin', we gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm real though
All these boppers wanna bop 'em, niggas wanna jock 'em
Not a red light or a city cop that can stop 'em
Going broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low
Fuck it man I'm past dope, sour diesel slash coke
A$AP we the last hope, fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up, blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag bitch, you mad bitch, see you in my past bitch
I'm headed to the future, Twelvyy ain't no loser
Mixing up that syrup,
call it Punky Brewster
I'm slurring wussup, don't tell me to shut up
I ain't tryna start shit, but man I'm really fucked up
I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I'm on my job man, I see you when the sun's up
Huh, young niggas run everything
A$AP to the top and these bitches love everything
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah
Your bitch, I'm in bed with her, head so good
Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her
But I be on my pimping shit, check out my limp and shit
I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, bitch?
Hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard, all aboard
East coast mothafuckas making all the noise, all the noise
I know you niggas heard of us, Raf Simon murderers
Fashion killa' word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya
Still sipping candy painted whips is what I'm sitting in
Kitchen chemist whipping up that shit that get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow, that's a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen
Businessman, middle finger to your fucking business, man
Great adventure shit, rollercoasting take a flick of this
Motion picture shit, bitch I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper, Rock what level we gon' take it to?
Bass, uhh!
Ay, I have a message from the Most High
That says: "This negra kept his soul from the Devil."
It's true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now
Is your people really that God damn ign'ant? Really? Really?
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Bow your head, the Most High's around cocktails
Guys and gals miss me, ties and gowns happen now
My entire sound is how you tryna sound? Stop it now
They ask me why I don't go to church no more
'Cause church is the new club and wine is the new bub
And lies is the new drugs, my sister the next stripper
My brother the next victim, my usher the next tricker
Satan givin' out deals, finna own these rappers
The game is full of slaves and they mostly rappers
You sold your soul first, then your homies after
Let's show these stupid field niggas they could own they masters
Holy smokes, I think my pastor was the only folk
To own the Rollie, Ghost and Rolls Royces with no Holy Ghost
And get your shit prepared, face your fears, all you niggas scared
Say your prayers, pray you fit upstairs, it's our only hope
Church bells and choir sounds, tell 'em, "Quiet down"
Bow your head, the Most High's around, Lord
 Lord
 Lord
The pastor had a thing for designer glasses
Yeah, I'm talkin' fancy plates and diamond glasses
The ushers keep skimmin' the collection baskets
And they tryna dine us with some damn wine and crackers
Who's more important than your Lord and Savior?
Won't let the pearly gates up in this
Probably due to all your poor behavior
My mental got a couple tips to save ya
Just be sure to count it as my only favor, thank me later, uh
Every night I stayed up sayin' prayer, made me greater, uh
Let's savior chasin' green for collard greens and baked potatoes
On the table, pray for cable, hit the label, now we major high
I got my own relationship with God, Lord
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Holy Ghost, you're all I need, you're all I need
Holy Ghost, I'm on my knees, I'm on my knees
Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown, feeling like I'm all alone 
Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone 
Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelins in my bone bone 
I can tell it
I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? 
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? 
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? 
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh 
[Outro: Puff Daddy &
A$AP Ferg
]
Ayo, we don't give a fuck about none of that shit
This is Harlem, motherfuckers 
The fuck you think?
Mob, A$AP,
Same Gang
,
Tone Wop
Harlem
I know I'm a scumbag and now your heart broke
The night is still young, for you to sip and whine
 Lemme see you whine
I know your heart is broken, pick up your wine glass
With your fine ass, before you whine fast whine slow
 Lemme see you whine
Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it, pass it
Inhale, exhale, relieve your mind of stress, bless
Smoke some one time for your boy A$AP
I've been puffing, rolling up
Cop a lot and pourin' up
Plus my niggas know the plug
A generation's thrown on drugs
She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Pretty Flacko
Yeah man, that's that motherfucking trill shit that I be talking 'bout
Bandanna tied like 2Pac to the side, nigga
It's that A$AP life
It's that trill wave right here, man
Get your surfboards ready, man
That's that Pretty Flacko, nigga
Pr-pr-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pre-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pre-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pre-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pre-pretty Flacko
Pr-pr-pretty Flacko
The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain
What's really butter?
The gun or the butter?
You hear me?
You understand what I'm sayin'?
What's really butter?
What's really butter?
What's really butter?
Guns, you can get that butter all day
Maserati, like Atari
With no car keys, push to start it
New Bugatti, two Bugattis
Testarossa, blue Ferrari
Lamborghini, system bumpin'
Me no worried; Rastafari
This the hardest, supersonic
Systematic, too retarded
New Versace, new apartment
Bigger closet, newer carpet
Hit departments, cooler garments
Set my goal up, new accomplish
Shootin' targets, you the target
Movin' targets, new accomplice
Killed the game and still regardless
Beat the charges, do the honors
Let the Lords toast with the Lords
Toast to the Lords
When come gods, come Lords
Lords! Lords! Lords!
Oh, Lord! Toast to the Lords!
As we live this day, please pray for us
When comes the saints, comes the evils, brings the Lords
Well, let me tell you 'bout a nigga like me
I be smoking, choking, black locing with the OE
She wanna take a dick ride, we slide
Straight to the telly, shaking her jelly with my dick inside
Hit it in motion, in slow motion, hit it
Nigga she open, nigga I'm poking, split it
With it, get it right there in the bed
Open up your legs, let me beat that pussy red
Fuck what you said, I'ma still do me
Groupies, be sucking and fucking, porno movie
Do we have a problem in here?
Look a nigga in the eye as I notice the fear
I am severe, my style is hella sharp like a spear
All I do is sit back and think with the 40 beer
And you gotta feel the funk
While the bass plays loud, booming all in your damn trunk
 Stay true to the game
Fuck them lames, keep it motherfuckin' G
 Nigga I'ma tell you
Like a mothafuckin' G told me
 Stay true to yourself
Every day, low-motherfuckin'-key
 Cause at the end of the day
Fuck what you say, nigga I'ma keep it G 
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fighting demons
I smoked away my brain, I think I’m going dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they’re going numb
I’m having stomach pains, now I’m throwing up
'Cause I’m a microphone fiend, give me the bass
Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream
Feel the pain, young Martin Luther King, with a dream
That one day that my team, we can make it with this rappin'
Now we swaggin', makin' money in Manhattan, trick, what’s happenin'?
They try to intellect with indirection just to test you
A rebel 'til my death, it’s in my flesh, it’s in my vessels
Fuck the clique you with, I’m finna fuck the bitch you next to
Fuck a metrosexual, suck a dick, I’m disrespectful
You know the kid get it, get-get sick
Spit clip, spit quick, split shit, hit kid's women
Oh, that’s your girl, huh? Well, I just hit it
It’s A$AP nigga, live with it, swag
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they start to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they start to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah 
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah 
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah 
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah 
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they start to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they start to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
 Add it to your thoughts
You can smoke that weed, you can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
You can smoke that weed, you can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
You can smoke that weed, you can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
You can smoke that weed, you can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want, bitch
How ‘bout me and you, and you and her
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
That's all a nigga need 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
That's all a nigga need 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
That's all a nigga need 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
Pussy, money, weed 
That's all a nigga need 
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me, I want everything  it won't take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me, I want everything  it won't take me long
It will hit you on the head
You don’t even gotta hate me now babe
Just as sheeps get led, ohh
You could see where I'm going, ohh
How you gonna feel now? You know what they say
Really you know that we don’t come how we get down
Everyone say "Rocky ahead"
They rollin', do what he said, no they can't get it wrong
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me, I want everything  it won't take me long
Make my money, walk straight ahead now
They countin' every day down, waitin' on me long
You know your way? Where you headin' now?
Me, I want everything  it won't take me long
Life is just a bitch
, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes,
and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight
Cause life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight
I'm riding down, coming down for my old head 
Junkied up, chunk the deuce for my old head 
Sitting slow, riding down with my old head 
Bury niggas talking down on my old head 
Riding down, riding down with my old head 
Chunk the deuce, give it up for my old head 
Riding down, riding 'round with my old head 
For my old head, for my old head
Life is just a bitch
, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes,
and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight
Cause life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, but money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, and foes, they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight
Buckshot
Buckshot
Buckshot
Ends with a buckshot
 Lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
 Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
 Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
 Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
 Get lit
Young nigga from the Southside of H-Town
Fat Tony up in this bitch, fuckin' with A$AP Rocky in this bitch
Out in NY, Harlem in this bitch
You know how young niggas connect from state to state
Keeping it great, nigga, puttin' it in ya face, nigga
Five in the morning making this shit happen dawg
Y'all niggas ain't never understand
How we stay so throwed in this hoe, nigga
Niggas so throwed like we don’t know no better, nigga
We disobedient, nigga
Mama wanna grab the switch, we like, "Fuck that, nigga"
We out here, mayne, coming down, coming live
- Yo, what's your name, young blood? What they call you?
- Well I got, I got, James, Jimmy or Byron Dean
- Yeah, I've been feeling that really JD swag lately man
]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you niggas rest in peace 
Uh, Schwarzenegger I, straight slaughter niggas
I'm offin' niggas, screaming off with niggas' heads
They all surrender, better call for niggas
Come at all you niggas heads, talk 'em off a ledge
I'm arguing with 'em, I'm done talking with 'em
I order coffins for 'em, call the coroner for 'em
Get a comforter for 'em, I did all you niggas' beds
I want all you niggas dead 
You want oil nigga money, royalness, and bread
Royalties instead of rollies for your boys, but loyalty is dead 
Now I'm only up again
Kick... kick a man while he's down
Looks dead; can’t be safe to say it
Everybody's getting punished
Looking down to sell with you, how have you been?
Probably an undercover, had them undercovers with you
People buying and selling for you
I'll only sell with you if you're blind to sell
]
Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece 
Bust my Glock to ensure that all you niggas rest in peace 
Rep my block, quick to draw on all you niggas if there's beef 
Blow your spot
,
better pray to Lord this shit don't hit the streets
Jimmy Dean
Thanks for the light, waitin' for the light
Changes
Change for a lifetime 
Thanks for the night, drinks for the night
Changes
Waitin' for the right time 
So far I done been and feelin' change, changes
So far I done been and feelin' change, changes
My biggest distraction is that I get distracted
People suing me for shit that didn't happen
I wonder how the world would be if they didn't have me
Wake up to my explore page
See my exes engaged, or either gettin' married
Or had a baby with some nigga
Or either three months, post-natal, postin' up that little nigga papi
I wonder if they really happy or just gettin' at me
So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me
Change, she could feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me
Change, she could feel a change in me
So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me
Changes
Goin' through changes
Goin' through changes
Goin' through changes
[Chorus 2: Joe Fox &
A$AP Rocky
]
I lay down now
There's someone's journey in the streets
Who gotta keep a piece, peace
I lay down now
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to God I rest in peace
So, so
Love on the low, love everywhere I go
And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong
I'm above average
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh
Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh
Ain't on stage, behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean
Chilling with my niggas, with my team
Won't you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah
Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah
"This go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little darlings
The little kids running around in the schoolyards, I love you
Keep it good, keep it good kids cause you know I love you
I'mma always love you, forever"
It's so easy to fall in love
Purple kisses on your neck, thinking 'bout the day we met
Body dripping sweat, eat that, beat that pussy wet
Purple silhouettes, purple drank and cigarettes
She is my addiction, nigga need a Nicorette
Trill-ass misses, fuck her where a nigga rest
A$AP tat cause that's what a nigga rep
Style fresh to death, show you bitches how to flaunt
And the Yves St. Laurent, or her Isabel Marant
Like when Jay Z out, tryna take B out
All these magazines try to play me out
All my ex-girls tryna fade me out
By the ending I was finished, so it's crazy how
It's so easy to fall in love
Okay wait, now hold up, let me switch that flow up
Call her to come over and you just try to control her
Ever since I growed up, I been got my dough up
Now I'm smoking more blunts and I'm sipping 'til I'm poured up
Tore up from the floor up, tore down from my toes up
Get throwed 'til I throw up, but I'm pimping like I'm 'sposed to
Got the illest chocha, reason why I chose her
Mami is a rider and see me I be that roller
She hate a rap nigga walking with his nose up
She date a rap nigga walking with his toaster
So take your picture, get your close-up
Another fake imitation, just a poser on a poster
I did it again for my culture
Went Testarossa, traded it in for a Rover
Just to get in and get chauffeured
Driver pull over, tipping and picking these hoes up
I'm slipping from feeling this sober
Window is rolled up, this purple kissed on my shoulder
Undress and I sex and I hold her
Caressing her breast with my head on her chest I'm all on her
It's so easy to fall in love
Swervin', swervin',
gettin' all them dimes
Tell her I be doin',
I be swaggin' to my prime
This ain't all the time, it happens all the time
That's a big contradiction,
get your money on your mind
What, what, tell her I be on a chase
Chasin' for that paper and you see me on that race
What, what, tell her I be goin' first
I be gon' first and they put me in a hearse, oh
One big room, full of bad bitches, no
One big room and it's full of mad bitches
Lana, Lana, tell them what it is
Tell 'em that you doin' it, you mean to do it big
I said,
one big room, full of bad bitches,
no it's
One big room and it's full of mad bitches, I said
Lana, Lana, tell them what it is
Tell 'em when you do it that you only do it big
Uh, uh, catch me ridin' like a bitch
Got the six forty-five
, catch me ridin' with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that's my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh
Uh, uh, catch me ridin' like a bitch
Got the six forty-five
, catch me ridin' with my bitch
Uh, long hair, Lana, that's my bitch
Uh, You can tell by the swagger and the lips, uh
Sorry guys
Olympicks—Olympicks—Olympicks—Olympicks
Uh, alright
Get money addict, I'ma get "Money" tatted
Money in the attics, money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress
Safe full of guns, more money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A,
Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiela, three strap sneakers
Riding with a leecher, student and a teacher
It's money over bitches, no room for a skeezer
Thinking of a Lambo, Bathing Ape camo
Play with the money, turn Rocky into Rambo
Patience is a virtue, life is a handful
Friends, they'll hurt you, learned that from my grandfolks
Me under a lamp post, while I got my hands closed
Haze to my brains like eggs, got it scrambled
Yeah I feel Rihanna, and I understand Hov
What you think I rap for? To push a fucking Land Rove?
Now I'm looking back when you said I shouldn't rap
Some slept on me, other niggas took a nap
Now I'm in the basement, probably cooking crack
Gave you teaspoons full but instead you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy, but Rocky been jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare me to Drake
Could have been J. Cole if I met Jay Hov
But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip hop is dead, fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me when she resurrect
Long hair, blue jeans, live on U-Stream
High top boots like Pac in a Juice scene
No, it ain't a movie, diamonds in my new gleam
Dead tone cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things,
let the coupe sing
Niggas say I'm insane, Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers, me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit  yeah, I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging but I do this, my shoes is Bermudas
I'm bougie in that Gucci but my nudies is my newest
And your foolishness and rumors, I give two shits
I only hear the money,
so save the bullshit for the Q-tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin' on the block like Whoo Kid
A$AP standing on the block like the new kids
Uhh, A$AP nigga, uhh, uhh
Alright, yeah
A$AP nigga, uhh
Alright, alright
Gettin' money is 
I thought you knew
Gettin' money is 
I thought y'all knew
Gettin' money is 
It's what I do
Gettin' money is 
Gettin' money is the main reason most people wake up
The root of why most relationships is startin' breakups
While niggas get haircuts, and bitches do makeup
While we take their penitentiary chances, we shake up
It's an everyday struggle for the almighty dollar
Some is in the streets and some is workin' blue collar
Real up in your field and man it make you wanna holler
Say your prayer for a player, amen, inshallah
Been like that, ain't a damn thing change
Money on mind, the red of my brain
Candy paint is gonna drip that stain
Lean on left, the grip of my grain
See, ain't a damn thing change but the weather
So If you ain't breakin' bread then we can't even sit together
Gettin' money is 
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky 
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky 
Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm so fuckin' cocky 
We got London On Da Track
Crazy kids, understand
Out late, going crazy, kids innocent
Crazy kids, understand
Out late, going crazy, kids innocent
The girls just want fun
The boys, we make noise
The girls kiss the girls
I, thank God, ahh
The kids will be alright, just fine
I heard about all of the long trials in life
All the drugs on my mind
All the troubles I can find
Still, I smile
The kids will be alright, just fine
All the colors are alive
No longer black or white, ahh
Uh, kiss the kids, call your baby daddy
Tell 'em who's daddy
Call your pappy, tell him that you happy
Shout it loud so they all know how you feel exactly
Inside sunny energize
Think about it like you feelin' alive
On the mama boy, she swear to God
Lady said that she ain't into guys
Brand new 'cedes with the intercom
Table made is for the dinner vibe
Ain't a killer so don't kill the vibe
Disrespect them, that's a different side
Adderall and alcohol 
The teachers called, the doctor called
The block too hot, the marshall called
See 'em grow and watch 'em crawl
Parents test the wine
The kids do the lines
Ahh, alright
Ahh, just fine
The kids turned out fine
The kids turned and run
I heard about all of the long trials in life
All the drugs on my mind
All the troubles I can find
Still, I smile
The kids will be alright, just fine
Smoke weed, pour a line
The kids turned out fine
I, pour a line
I, lose my mind
You made a bet with me, now you’re in debt with me
Made my bed, lied in it, then you slept with me
It’s ruthless, she the closest thing next to me
The truth is, that she blew it and you left with me
Especially hard to express to me
European attitude but born in West Philly
She just have a smokin’ ‘gina, where the Wet Willies?
I come apart, I’m in her heart on her left titty
I come apart, and you keep it together
I come apart, and I can’t stand the pressure
In all your grace and favor for me, I cannot compare
I come apart, this can’t last forever
Can’t last forever
Uh, all hell here, bitch it's Satan talking
Told her to take it off, give her the D, she take the offense
Skinny nigga balling, trip but never falling
Who said to make it rain ? Bitch I make it pouring
I'm a cake-o-saurus, go study my nature
Big chain on me like Treach from Naughty by Nature
Fuck what you saying, no way
A hater don't faze a gangster
Brought up in danger, all about paper
Smoking on purple, bitch, I'm dangerous, nasty crazy
90s baby, momma I made it
Up to the sky, goodbye to the pavement
Hoes get caught in amazement
I'm stuck in my ways
So fuck 'em up, I fuck 'em and duck 'em for days
What more can I say?  I'm chasing this paper
That's purple, nigga
So big you are, shining like the star
With your head in the clouds 'til somebody shoot you down
Hands on the ground, back against the wall
Tell me who you call, when no one else around
[Outro: A$AP Twelvyy, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The Creator &
A$AP Rocky
]
Ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Bow, wow, bow, wow, bow, nigga, bow!
Ball, nigga, ball!  ball 
Young niggas
Uh, uh
I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement
I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch
I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm faded, yeah I'm shaded
I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass
Distorted, distorted records 
Distorted, distorted records 
Distorted records, distorted records 
Distorted records
(
What more distorted records do you have?
)
First things first, I done heard the worst things
Like if I'm in your top 10, mine's better be the first name
Out your mouth, ain't even worth saying
Little niggas is my offsprings
They deserve a nigga first name, middle name, surname
From another planet, birthplace, Cloud 9, hello earthlings
My newest President an asshole
I guess that's why
I'm leaving turd stains
My ex used to chill with bad tings
All they talked about was bird things
Tried to put them on to Bad Brains
But bird hoes got the bird brains
Everything I do groundbreak
Big body make the floor break
Big bass make the world shake
Flacko out here causin' earthquakes, uh
Uh, I can feel the bass, uh, I can see the fakes
Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin
Fuck what niggas think, I'm about the bank
Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins
, I can feel the bass
Distorted, distorted records 
Distorted, distorted records 
Distorted records, distorted records 
Distorted records
Nah'mean? These tacky ass muh'fuckers be in the pictures
Wearing all types of motherfuckin' red and green stripes
Over accessorizing out this motherfucker
We from Harlem, we gave y'all motherfuckers this wave
Grab y'all surfboards, cause y'all got your boogie boards right now out this motherfucker
Y'all just gon' keep watching us at the beach shore
With your motherfuckin' khakis rolled up
With your chancletas in your hand
And we just gon' keep surfing on this motherfucker
Straight up! It's ya' boy, A$AP Yams, Yamborghini
Yo Rock man, let these motherfuckers know what it is
Out this motherfucker, A$AP, bitch!
Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut
Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what?
Fuck them hoes  They don't know nothin' 
Fuck they talk 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin'
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
I fell in love with you
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Baby 
It's been a little time since we both 
Felt full since our first encounter 
And baby 
Don't let another nigga try my baby
Girl you know I'm one call away
It's nothin' 
And baby 
My angel and my Goddess, when my head get clouded
You're my soulmate, my Goddess 
And baby 
Took a little time in a gray place 
For nothing, nothing
Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch
Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs 
Yeah, they don't know nothin'
Roll my blunt, be my bitch 
They don't know nothin'
Roll my blunt, fill my cup 
They don't know nothin' 
Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut 
Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what?
Fuck them hoes  they don't know nothin'
Fuck they talkin' 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin' 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Hold up, hold up 
Yeah this is my story, my struggle, uh
My bittersweet symphony, my pain, check it
Food getting lower, money coming slower
Damn land lord keep bitching cause you owe her
I'm too afraid to grow up, I pray to God I blow up
And roll up in something foreign where the front doors go up
I wonder if my peers could hear my prayers
The only nigga got me scared is the man upstairs
When my back against the wall, I'mma face my fears
I'll swallow my pride 'fore I swallow a tear
Cause I be going hard, Stevie on his job
I'm praying until something happen, I'm answering to God
These wolves got me scarred
I try so hard to survive, guess just to prosper gotta strive
Then I hit the stage, all gone and blazed
Everybody know my name and the song I sing
I rejoice my pain and they doing the same
And the haters gonna hate, I'm just doing my thing
Got my bad bitch with me she so dangy
Said she love ASAP cause we so tangy
Living life fast so I feel like kids
And I'm blowing up quick so I feel like B.I.G
With the Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
Now we doing deals with the major businesses
Get a little change, niggas feel a little strange
Uh-oh truck flow, pull off in a range
Niggas say I changed but I'm living it up
Shit if money didn't change you, you ain't getting enough
Fuck coppin a car, I'm Tryna fly to the stars
Smooth on the moon and I be mobbing to mars
Niggas say I'm ill, y'all ain't telling me shit
Cuz the nights we was ill, y'all ain't help me with shit
Ooh now my money change drastic, The coupe do gymnastic
The doors lift up and the roof do a back flip
Zooming through traffic, probably with a bad bitch
Slash actress soon we on our way to Saks Fifth
Life was so tragic, all of that was past tense
Now I'm living lavish, this got to be magic
If I should die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
As I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord I rest in peace
If I die before I wake
Please rejoice this song I sing
As I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord I rest in peace
Uh, posted on the corner like a trapper, uh
Why he move his hands all around like a rapper? Uh
Why he move his pants up and down like a scrapper? Uh
Uh, uh, uh-huh
All I ever wanted was some money and some jewels 
Pray my YouTube reach a hundred million views 
Pray I make a little extra cash for my dudes 
Like all she ever wanted was some ass for her boobs
Sneaking, uh, why she freak you?  uh, why she geeking?
Uh, when she see me  why she kinky? Uh
Why she wanna be my— (
I don't know why, nigga
)
Twenty years later and God still ain't make no errors 
You could be authentic, it's just living trial and error 
Sitting in the cell, just from snitching on your cello-phone
But cozy beeper all I needed  OG beeper all I needed 
My whole life I just wanted to be that nigga 
All my ex-hoes, they was turning into strippers 
Then the whole time they was fucking other niggas 
I paid no mind, I'm like fuck them other niggas 
Don't get too close, too close
I might come on to you
Don't get too close, too close
I'm warnin' you
Cause if we fuck tonight
Tomorrow, you'll be famous
Just the standin' next to me
Will make you a celebrity
Cause if we fuck tonight
Tomorrow, you'll be famous
Snowin', blowin'
Frozen, coke land, snowman
My business ain't the only thing her nose in
Went from ex-pretty boy crook slash dope man
To handin' out hundred dollar bills to the doorman
Now somebody please let the hoes in
Now somebody please let my bros in
Boy, you won't believe how my foes end?
Overnight celebrities, they party 'til the show ends
Don't get too close, too close
I might come on to you
Don't get too close, too close
I'm warnin' you
Cause if we fuck tonight
Tomorrow, you'll be famous
Just the standin' next to me
Will make you a celebrity
Cause if we fuck tonight
Tomorrow, you'll be famous
Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth
Remember when I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the P
My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back
Come back, babe
Come back  come back 
Come back  babe"
You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads 
Frenchie faux pas 'cause you ain't had no pa
Your deal got catches like an outfielder
Getting that God's view from towers
Lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mazzalean 
When I'm pulling up, muddy dungarees 
Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene 
Ayy, when I make moves, I'm a money fiend 
Different goals
On the street, play different roles
A couple more commas richer
And I'm still mobbing with my niggas, bruh
That's why they don't like us rolling deep to the club
Nigga, fuck your club, nigga, wherever I'm at is the club
Nigga, suck a dick, swag, swag, A$AP
Toot that shoot that Glock 9,
jiggy nigga I'm 'bout mine
Pinky ring and my watch shine, your bitch is calling my hotline
Wide buggy look cockeyed, big pockets sit lop-side
Talk stupid get your mouth wired,
we 'bout it 'bout it and rowdy, uhh
Bitches all on my jock, huh? Pretty nigga might stop time
Told y'all young niggas run this shit, including red lights and stop signs
A$AP niggas on the scene, huh, young trill niggas on my team, huh
Serving fiends ah, bitches scream, huh, see the beam, huh, it's the nina
Rocky where you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Rocky how you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Rocky where you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Rocky how you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
My trunk shake and my pink spill
Chrome lady with the grain wheel
Pussy niggas they ain't trill
And we toast to Ricky cause he ain't here
A couple bad bitches every day chill
So much snow, need a reindeer
Thuggish Ruggish like St. Clair
Trill bitches wanna hop up on the thing, yeah
Rocky where you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Rocky how you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Rocky where you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Rocky how you been? I've been thugging with my team, ho
Aye, young nigga, aye, young blood
Don't let these niggas box you in, nigga, just cause you gettin' rich
Dont forget where you came from and who you really are, man
Talking 'bout you ignorant, nigga, you young, nigga
Man, them niggas got me
Them niggas got me
Them niggas got me fucked up
Why these niggas talkin' fuckin' shit?
I-I-I told 'em pipe down, I don't need no little bitch 
I'll fuck that bitch named Doja Cat,
pull up in a Scat Pack 
Windows tinted all black , bulletproof and all that 
Fuck that, fuck you
Fuck that, fuck you, fuck that
Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that, fuck that
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller
Where's your bitch, nigga? We control her
The weed, she holding while she be over
And when she saw my mothafuckin' keys, it's over
And when I start it up, she like, "Lean me over"
Cold heart, warm dick, momma, we be polar
I wore Louboutins before they knew what they was
They like, "Louis Vuitton? Naw, uh-uh, cuz"
That's when I realized they didn't know what they was
Them niggas act like I fuckin' stepped in blood
'07 to '11, man, I put out duds
And ate space cakes that was filled with bud
And now 2012, nigga, look at these Scuds
Green hair, money on my mind, hip-hop grunge
You wear a cross, I wear a Cartier nail
You niggas ain't fuckin' with Ph'rell
My wrist sizzle hot like it's stuck in the chair
My jewelry's so loud, it's got something to share
Like a conspiracy, like it's ACHAP
Everybody on my dick like Ahab
Wait, did I say that? First, pause, then play back
Recognize nigga, A$AP
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill nigga, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up
If you a trill bitch, get your mothafuckin' hands up
Uh, yeah, yeah 
Uh, yeah, yeah 
Uh, yeah, yeah 
Uh, yeah, yeah 
Merci beaucoup just like Moulin Rouge
And I know I can, can, and my spirit stand, stands
I say, "Voulez-vous coucher for eternity?"
Let's go meet the sandman, let our spirits dance, dance
I wanna see you take it all off
And she just wanna make it harder
And we just end up takin' longer
Can't impress her with them diamonds though, them diamonds
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
Talkin' bout M's
Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
Talkin' bout M's
Time to divorce 
Line up the courts , yeah
Tuxedo
Don't try to support them, uh
Don't try to support, uh 
When it start to go off 
Come fuck with your boy, uh, uh 
I'ma shine through it all
Shine and all
Takeoff, lightyear 
Shootin' star 
Shine and all 
Shine and… 
All 
To the cathedral, tux like I'm married 
Don't got a ring on but it feel like I'm married 
To the cathedral, tux like I'm married 
Know when that ring involved, know that it married 
Fuck views and opinions
I'm willin' to die, seemin' to shake off the image
But when I'm inside pretendin' to smile
I feel the same high from the vengeance 
I mean, I know we're both grown, like who are we kiddin'?
Goodbye to the correct way
The picket fences, kids in the kitchen
Stuck in this world, I feel lost
I'm feelin' trapped in my thoughts 
I don't know who to trust 
Just got my word and my balls 
This is hell in a hole
I know this the life that we chose
But lovin' the life that we livin' 
We'll make it in the beginnin'
Save me the tux
Save me the tux for the endin' 
Ending
These days of preference has no complexion
You could be light, dark, mixed or fair skin
Just light the candle
Cold sweats down the handle, life's a gamble
And she know
Love with me is like a casino, outside of Reno
A couple white lines
A cup of white wine of Pinot, Italian Grigio
House keys to P.O
Ride from overseas but that's basic
Wasted, high on the West Side Highway
Drunk enough to fuck with, face it
On the highway to my place
It's higher than you ever been
By to my way, be all day
Me, you and all your friends
In love, fuckin'
In love, just too much, ohh
Yeah, yeah, they need jobs like Steve
I'm already on the iPhone 23
Was sixteen with an M16, that bitch weigh on me like feet 
Green ain't have no seeds
, lean ain't need no sweets 
Bling all in my teeth, floss every day like it's my teeth 
Bae ain't need no fees , please don't make no scene 
Sleep over, don't lose sleep, bitch, like, "Please don't use your teeth"
Uh, chains don't need no grease, bikes ain't need no seats, uh
Tank on me like P , that chrome thing on me lowkey 
Bitch
Beautiful whips, check out the handle, swish 
Shooters gon' swoosh, hitters don't miss 
Arya just added one of y'all names to my list, bitch 
Death wish , not to be messed wit', tested, quiz 
They shootin' them shots, they still hittin' bricks, niggas be testin' the kid 
Yeah, shout out to my nigga Hec', shout out to my nigga Nigo 
Y'know how we give it up, A$AP all day, nigga
My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line 
If I sip a deuce, it get me through every time 
I pull up and walk
Sippin' the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin' the Wock
I used to sip Actavis
They manufactured it
Sippin' these medicines
Got lean in my mattresses
I pull up and walk
Sippin' the Wock
I pull up in what?
Sippin' the Wock
Yeah, now you boys know me, I ball better than Kobe
Keep that .38 on me, fuck boy, so please don't approach me
She got ash up on her knees 'cause I stand up when she blow me
Got my first bag and took a risk, it was a car or the Rollie 
Bitch, I wanted the Rollie, I took a Uber to buy it
Now my limo tint big body, got a white man to drive it
I was down on my dick, ain't have no money to buy shit
And I walk 'round like that nigga, just in case you forgot, bitch
I walk around like that nigga, finger on the trigger
If a nigga want some smoke, I let this choppa eat his liver 
I came with the .38, I'm leavin' with a body
If he try me, do him sloppy, shootin' out the big body 
I walk around like that nigga, finger on the trigger
If a nigga want some smoke, I let this choppa eat his liver 
I came with the .38, I'm leavin' with a body
If he try me, do him sloppy, shootin' out the big body 
I'mma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm the veteran 
In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace 
In his head, neck, in his chest he gon' catch a fist 
I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless 
In the ring, ain't no fucking game, ain't no Tetris
Hit him, bang, I'mma shake his brain, I'm gon' never rest 
Man, I'm air, I'm the fucking champ, I can't fail at this 
Money dance, by the million bands, I got hella grip 
Hella chips with a lot of chics coming by the clique
Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tip 
Mo' grip when the dough flip, gimme mo' lick
Whole fist break his whole shit, tuck up lil' bitch
Getting fit, I'mma win the chip
Watch them catch a fit
Let me know, know what's up
Before I roll, roll one up 
Let me know, know what‘s up 
Before I roll  roll one up
I've been rolling up, that reefer got me high, high
I've been rolling up that weed, it got me high, high
I've been rolling up, sativa got me high, high
I've been rolling all week, it got me high, high
Puff, puff, pass, take a drag, just don't steam it though
Smoking on that captain kush, this shit is unbelievable
My shit come from Mexico, yeah, I got that dimelo
Mama said leave weed alone but I think I need it though
Oh, oh, niggas getting throwed
Oh, oh, we blowing purple smoke 
Oh, oh, the kush and purple haze 
Oh, oh, we flying paper planes
'Cause I'm always talking fly shit, fashion be the topic
That's why all these hoes wanna hop and jump on my dick
Then she looked at me and said, "How lower can your eyes get?"
Let me know who's chipping in, this before I cop it
Let me know, know what's up
Before I roll, roll one up
Let me know, know what’s up
Before I roll, roll one up
I've been rolling up, that reefer got me high, high 
I've been rolling up that weed, it got me high, high 
I've been rolling up, sativa got me high, high 
I've been rolling all week, it got me high, high
Rotation is like basketball, blunts is going back and forth
Niggas mixing hash and dro with cinnamon, that's applesauce
Show this what you asking for? Liquor is my last resort
Steaming niggas grab the torch 
Uh, tell me what you think about it
I've been getting high, I'm tryna get a drink around it
Now my high is higher than it's ever been
 I think I might never land
They be talking crazy but I've been rolling hazies up
I've been having like a twenty, forty then that eighty bucks
Man, I come through, get that Mercedes truck and them ladies fuck
They already know we got them blunts and we blazing up
Let me know, know what's up
Before I roll, roll one up
Let me know, know what’s up
Before I roll, roll one up
I've been rolling up, that reefer got me high, high
I've been rolling up that weed, it got me high, high
I've been rolling up, sativa got me high, high
I've been rolling all week, it got me high, high
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's good
Oh shit
Mushrooms, LSD, marijuana
Light that shit
Oh shit
This is every heavy drug, that's known at every level
This assault with deadly metal bumpin' heavy metal
Do this for myself, across my hood and every ghetto
Paper pushin', paper petal, cause I heavy petal
It's real nigga flowin' through my blood and every vessel
Time is money, so I saved the load on every bezel
I just had a dream, I dipped my watch canary yellow
I woke up and then I bought that bitch in every yellow
Let go back to business, my fits Prada for my Devil
Cause life's a bitch with red lipstick and high stilettos
Flacko jumpin' fences from pigs, with 'em them biscuits
I hypnotized my Sig, but my .38 was kinda special
What a life this is, what a sight this is
Where the darks and the light skin kids
Get along with the white persons
All alike when the lights get dim
On a righteous pass, where you don't look back
Nigga spark your cig, niggas light your hash
Niggas light your spliff, where you puff, don't pass, just sip it
I just had an epic dream like Dr. King
Police brutality was on my TV screen
Harmony, love, drugs, and peace is all we need
Harmony, love, drugs, and peace is all we need
I need smoke
I need to smoke
Who gon' hold me down now?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I wanna get high y'all
I wanna get high y'all
Need it need it to get by y'all
Can you get me high y'all?
I'm just what you made God, just what you made God 
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made
 I'm just what you made God
I'm just what you made God, I'm just what you made God
Need it to get by, ya
Willy
I'm on the pursuit of happiness
I know everything that shine ain't always gold
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know
Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey
I'll be fine once I get it
I'll be good
Pursuit of happiness, yeah
I gon' get it, I'll be good
Oh...
Oh man, oh, ugh...
Room's spinning, room's spinning...
Pat, Zuli...
Oh fuck
Oh my God, why'd I drink so much and smoke so much? Oh
Oh, fuck
Slow mo'
When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new
He seems alive though he is feeling blue
The sun is shining, man he's super cool, cool
The lonely nights
They fade away, he slips into his white Nikes
He smokes a clip and then he's on the way
To free his mind in search of, to free his mind in search of
To free his mind in search of
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night, night
At, at, at night, night
Na-na-na-na-na-na, Kid Cudi
Cleveland status, ridin' all day
Cleveland status, ridin' all night
Cleveland status, ridin' all day
Cleveland status, ridin' all night
I'm this close to go and trying some coke
And a happy ending would be slittin' my throat
Ignorance to cope, man, ignorance is bliss
Ignorance is love and I need that shit
If I never did shows then I'd prolly be a myth
If I cared about the blogs then I'd prolly be a jackass
Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout, fam
Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck
Hope I really get to see 30
Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty
Most of the clean faces be the most dirty
I just need a thoroughbred, cook when I'm hungry
Ass all chunky,
brain is insanity
Only things that calm me down; pussy, and some Cali tree
And I get both, never truly satisfied
I am happy, that's just the saddest lie
I've got some issues that nobody can see
And all of these emotions are pouring out of me
I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right
This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life
To my life, to my life, to my life...
Uh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
The adventures of Moon Man & Slim 
Yes, who want it with them?
The trilogy continues
Serving niggas, yes, see what's on the menu 
Watch 'em panic, hot damnit 
Hope you fuckers understand it
The realer for you niggas
Come and get these scriptures 
Rap God 
Rager
3... 2... 1...
Scott. Scott. Scott. Scott!
That's good. You alright?
I'm ready for that
I'm ready for the funeral, hey-hey
I'm ready for the funeral, hey
I'm ready for the funeral
Hey, I'm ready for it
I'm ready for it
I'm ready for the funeral
I keep on running, keep on running
And nothing works, I can't get away from you, no
I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing helps
I can't stop missing you
Close my eyes, high in the dark
It's a curtain call; come one, come all
All I do is try to make it simple
The ones that make it complicated
Never get congratulated
I'm something different, all aspects
Don't want a woman just to love her assets
I'll still wife her up, even with her flat chest
The type to get hurt, but that's the past tense
My mind is all hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy
I be thinkin' that I'm wrong
'Cause they used to call me lame, lame, lame, lame
My swag was a little different
But then my mind is hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy
I be thinkin' that I'm wrong
But they the ones who lame, lame, lame, lame
I got the last laugh, nigga
I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon
And I'mma do what I do
, so do you, hey-hey
I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude
I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon
I can't decide
What if life's a lie?
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can never front, know why?
It's not my style, no lie
Fuck all the talk
In time, they'll burn
I can't decide
What if life's a lie?
I push the lames aside
They'll learn
I can never front, know why?
It's not my style, no lie
They'll never take me alive
King Wizard
Yeah, right back on your bitch ass
We ain't playing games ho
Yeah, yeah, wicked
Alright Ian
Got some pride in your town, I'm spottin' 'em lately
Three-piece suit and I'm lookin' so cute 
Sexy mama, send her way, you doin' it, honey
Them hatin' fucks sideline and question what you do
Not this, my nigga, you be here 
Not this, my nigga, you ain't here 
Big boss, I made your heart heavy 
Can't stop me, can't carry me, baby
Life ain't easy sober, we live so geeky 
Did just what you taught us, kept peace, no drama
Phoned home to the moon, did you change your number?
If and when you get this message, need you back home
Big bro, big bro, big bro , big bro, back home
Big bro, we need you, come home, back home
Big bro, big bro, shit's fucked, come home 
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
High-igh-igher, high-igh, high-igh-igher
So twisted in emotional notions, oh yeah
I savor your love, don't fuck up the feng shui
I see every thing with new beams, I do dream
My eyes are glowing mood rings, you're boring
Stop dueling with the true thing, I do think
When you think too much you're removing what's moving
Stuck inside a statue, look at you
Go ahead and pogo, something gon' catch you
A petty logo, shed all my tattoos
I read all the bad news that says I'm too careful
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light
Ooh-oh, tap in to the frequency, light
Hey, we live this shit
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch
My mojo so dope
Yep, we live it, live it
Yeah, we on it, on it
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, nigga
We, we live this shit
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, nigga, yeah
Oh, oh 
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about your lifestyle, 'cause nigga
We live this shit, hey
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Give a fuck about your lifestyle
Give a fuck about your lifestyle, nigga
Yeah
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Here we go
On, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
And we dream
Oh, oh-oh, oh
On, and on, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
On, and on, and on, and on, and
I'm living my life as if I got powers
And tonight I feel immortal
I said tonight I feel immortal, ohh
Tonight I feel immortal, yeah
Hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm
Hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm
Hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm
Hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm, hm-hmmm
I'm living my life as if I got powers
And tonight I feel immortal
I said tonight I feel immortal, ohh
Tonight I feel immortal, yeah-ah
Ohh, I, ohh
Don't Fuck with me. Fuck with me. Don't, don't fuck with me. Fuck with me
I been here before, hey, hey
I been here before, hm
Can't stop this war in me
Can't stop this war in me, in me, in me
And the story goes, hey, hey
As the story goes, hm
This fight, this war in me
This fight, this war in me, in me, in me
Yeah, I see you hatin' over there
See you jockin' over there, see you lookin' at my girl over here
Why you worried 'bout the girl over here?
Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare
Come on, hey, I see you hatin' over there
I see you jockin' over there, think about your own life
Why you talkin' 'bout the young hippy?
I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know
And they think they know the deal, for real
I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know
And they think they know the deal, for real
I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo
I don't love who I am so I'm workin' on a fix
I don't need a bitch tryna tear my mind on my grip
If I had one wish, it'd be to have more wishes, duh
Fuck tryna make it rhyme
Throw them stones, with your bitch ass
Cutting me deep and even though I bleed
I stand alone, alone I'll be
Heart of a lion still shinin' in this sucka ass
Workin', workin', workin', for inner peace
Fightin' for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech
Yeah I mumble while I'm trippin on so many pills
Hah, they figured that they know a nigga
Yeah, I see you hatin' over there
See you jockin' over there, see you lookin' at my girl over here
Why you worried 'bout the girl over here?
Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare
Come on, hey, I see you hatin' over there
I see you jockin' over there, think about your own life
Why you talkin' 'bout the young hippy?
I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know
And they think they know the deal, for real
I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know
And they think they know the deal, for real
I'm just doin' my thang, if you know what I mean, yo
See things do come around
And make sense eventually
Things do come around
But some things still trouble me
The people I've met and the places I've been
Are all what make me the man I so proudly am
But I wanna know one thing
When did I become a ghost?
I'm most confused about the world I live in
You think that I'm lonely, well I probably am
One thing that still gets me
When did I become a ghost?
Yeah
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, woah-woah
Yeah, woah-woah
Oh-oh-oh
I hope they understand that I really understand that
They don't understand
I hope they understand that I really understand that
They don't understand
I really understand that they...
I really think I, umm...
I hope they understand that I really understand that
They don't understand
Whow
Listen to me
Whow-whow-whow
Listen to me
Whow-whow-whow
Hmm, hey
Hmm, hey, na-na-na-na-na-nah
The story of The Chosen,
Rose Golden
Hmm, na-na-na-na-na-nah
The story of The Chosen
Don't be so down, c'mon young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
Don't be so down, c'mon young homie
You'll be okay, you'll find real love
All of the stories, the hero gets lonely
Now is the time to show what you're made of
She said she want whatever she like
But you gotta bring your friend
And we can have one hell of a night
Through the day
She blamed it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol 
She had her hair did; it was bound to fall 
Down, down for a—damn, Cudi already said it
Her poker Facebook, I already reddit
But man, her head was gooder than the music
Electro body, known to blow fuses
A stripper from the South, looking for a payday
Said, "Bitch, you should do it for the love like Ray J"
But they say, you be on that conscious tip
Get your head right, and get up on this conscious dick
I embody everything from the godly to the party
It's the way I was raised on the Southside safari, so
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
When I...
Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
I make her say
Oh, oh-oh-oh, AH-AH-AH-OH-OH
When I
Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody
Can't read my, can't read my 
No, he can't read my poker face 
She's got me like nobody
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
She's got me like nobody
Listen good, I don't need nobody
This is, what you feel, are the sounds of insanity
Hoping what I hear loops itself to finish me
No, I won't be afraid, hey, hey
Oh, whoa, whoa
Why must it feel so wrong
When I try and do right? Do right
Oh, whoa, whoa
Soaring through paradise
When I'm closing my eyes
I'm Mr. Solo Dolo
Why must it feel so right
When I know that it's wrong? It's wrong
When will I ever learn
From the words in my songs?
I'm Mr. Solo Dolo
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Hey yo, all right
This is how it's 'posed to be
Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches, and dirty drums
Two lips to kiss, 22
mother nuns
God blessed my tongue, I need it for life
Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs
Pondering my next accomplishments
It's condescending to say I won
Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?
Zoom with me baby, yeah
Zoom with me baby, yeah yeah
Oh girl you’re so sweet to me
I love it when you’re zoomin'
Oh girl you’re so sweet to me
I love it when we're zoomin'
Oh girl you’re so sweet to me
I love it when you’re zoomin'
Oh girl you’re so sweet to me
I love it when we're zoomin'
It’s been so long, been such a hobby
Finding someone who electrifies my body
I need you to protect my heart
Gimme your hand, put it here
This is where you start
Keep feelin’ on me, don't stop
Help me take off my Balmain jeans
Help me take off my Balmain jeans
Yeah, oh, it’s been so long
In my mind
It sounds like oooooooh
When I'm gone
It feels like oooooooh
When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright
I'm feeling alright, I'm feeling alright
When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright
I'm feeling alright, I forget about it all
In my mind
It sounds like oooooooh
When I'm gone
It feels like oooooooh
When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright
I'm feeling alright, I'm feeling alright
When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright
I'm feeling alright, I forget about it all
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
I see pretty girls everywhere I go
Every, everywhere I go, every, everywhere I go
They love me
Yahm
Bitch!
Whatever
So, whatever
Whatever
So, whatever
The end is never the end
A new challenge awaits
A test no man could be prepared for
A new hell he must conquer and destroy
A new level of growth he must confront himself
The machine and the ghost within
This is the journey, of the Man on the Moon
Yeah, mmmhmmmmm, yeah, mmmhmmmhmmm
People talk shit 'bout me
Deep down they knowin' they ain't right
Hmm, when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
When I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
People talk shit 'bout me, and they know that I know
And they also knowin' they ain't right
Hmm, when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
'Cause when I walk in the room, they can't look in my eyes
Truth comes to the light all the time
You can’t hide from fate, you can’t hide
Truth comes to the light all the time
You can’t hide from fate, you can’t hide
Truth comes to the light all the time
You can’t hide from fate, you can’t hide
Thought you were my brother, I thought you were
Thought you were my sister, I thought you were
Thought you were my homie, I thought you were
So absurd
Thought you were my brother, I thought you were
Thought you were my sister, I thought you were
Thought you were my homie, I thought you were
So absurd
I am a person with powers, I possess the power
You can’t hide, see me shine
Hmm, oh, oh, oh
Never left me lonely
It's gon' be okay
Trust me, it's gon' be okay
Oh, oh, oh, oh
And... 4:20
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ooh, boo
Yeah, yeah, widen your view
And tune on into the frequency
Chill on out, love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency
Yeah, yeah, color outside the lines
And tune on into the frequency
Chill on out, love is the rule
Follow it to the frequency
Aa-aaa-ay, a-aaa-ay
Aa-aaa-ay, a-aaa-ay
Now, I ain't ridin' no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain't ridin' no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain't ridin' no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
I ain't ridin' no waves
Too busy making my own waves, baby
Surfin' on my own wave, baby
Surfin' on my own wave, baby
Surfin' on my own wave, baby
Surfin' on my own wave
Aa-aaa-ay, a-aaa-ay
Aa-aaa-ay, a-aaa-ay
Hmm, day, hmm, ayy, lay
Da, le, lay, da, ley, lay
Le-lay, le-lay
Le-lay, le-lay
Le-lay, le-lay, le-lay, oh
Le-lay, le-lay, le-lay, oh, ah
Le-lay, oh, le-lay, le-lay
Off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up off of my wave
Better get up off of my wave, better get up
Da-le-lay, de-le-lay
Da-le-lay, de-le-lay
Lord, are you hearin' me call out? Ayy 
Lord, are you hearin' me call out? Ayy 
Am I lost? Pray for me, ooh, yeah 
Dream on, fly away , dream on 
Lord, are you hearin' me call out? Ayy 
Lord, are you hearin' me call out? Ayy 
Am I lost? Pray for me,
what's it cost? Everything
Dream on, fly away, dream on
Show out, show up 
Back out, pole up 
Man down, roll up
(
Roll the Fronto
, get right)
Man down, roll up
Show out, show up 
Back out, pole up 
Man down, roll up
(
Roll the Fronto
, get right)
Man down, roll up
You could fly
Nobody can touch you ... nobody
You could fly
Nobody can touch you
Ain't no question, ain't no conspiracy, yeah
Keep on searching for love, who else is incomplete?
There's so many good vibes just floatin' around in the world
And when the ground and sky combine, oh yeah
I'm feeling more than fine
I'm so Rock and Rollie
Don't you feel it? Feel it? Feel it?
You know that I'm unfuckwittable
Don't you feel it?
You know that I'm unfuckwittable
One day I knew no one could help me in Hell
Not many people are true, fake as the lies they tell, no no no
The world is filled with good vibes, and that is what I seek
And now I'm feeling more than cool, oh yeah
I'm feeling more than cool, yeah
Them Jokers can't hold me
Don't you feel it? Feel it? Feel it?
You know that I'm unfuckwittable
Don't you feel it?
You know that I'm unfuckwittable
Don't you feel it? Feel it? Feel it?
You know that I'm unfuckwittable
Don't you feel it?
You know that I'm unfuckwittable
At the end of the day, day
My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me
At the end of the day, day
Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me
At the end of the day, day
You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying
At the end of the day, day
I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, no, yeah 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, no, yeah 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, no, yeah 
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, no, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
He's callin' me
So much gone while I blow off steam
And the shit's the same
Oh, look at that, only you to blame 
It's like I'm swimmin' towards another bona fide life
It's like a fairy tale, wantin' more
But inside I'm vexed, used to question, why
Lord, he show me that I'm tested and I'm gonna fly
I ain't slippin', no, that's not for me
Be who you are, don't be nothin' less, please
Hear me, Lord, don't ever leave, see
I'm a man in the night in these dark streets
Somethin' else, how it felt
Take a drink, I live in excess, nothin' left
Every minute slippin' away, this is hell
They were warning him, figured he'd be cool, who's the fool?
Yeah, I take it, they don't know 'bout it 
Yeah, I take it, I don't need nobody 
Deep in Hell in dark corners 
Deep in my dreams perceived, nah 
Yeah, I take it, they don't know 'bout it 
Yeah, I take it, I don't need nobody 
Can't hear me scream 
Somethin' twisted in me
Yeah, yeah
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'
Crazy
Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm
Oh why, oh why, ooh
Oh why, oh
Oh why, oh why, ooh
Oh why, oh
You see I'm trapped in my mind, and I, know it's crazy
Hey it's not that bad at all
When you think of the world, I know it's crazy
Hey I'm not that bad at all
I'm trapped in mind, and I, know it's crazy
Hey it's not that bad at all
When you think of the world, I know it's crazy
Hey I'm not that bad at all
Oh baby
Hey I'm trapped in my mind baby
I don't think I'll ever get out
Ohh I'm trapped in my mind baby
I don't think I'll ever get out, yeah
Oh, I'm trapped in my mind, baby
I don't think I'll ever get out
I don't think I'll ever get out
 Day fades and the sun goes away 
Same old nigga and the same old pain 
Ain't much change in me, y'all 
Seem like ain't nothin' change in me, y'all
Thank God I saw another day 
But I can't go escape what I have made, nah
Ain't much change in me, y'all 
Seem like ain't nothin' change in me, y'all 
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm-mm
Tell me where you're going
Tell me where you're headed
You turn a nigga on, these feelings I have
You'll find out never, unless you're clever
I'll admire you from afar, star
Keep doing all the great things you're doing
You got it going on, young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Jesus Christ, girl!
You got it goin on young lady
Suppose somehow the lionhearted
Failed to win
Who will be the villain?
All the strangers voted for him
Suppose somehow the lionhearted
Failed to smile
Who will be the villain?
All the strangers voted for him
All along
All along
I guess I'm meant to be alone
All along
All along
I guess I'm meant to be alone
Out there on my own, yeah
Ooo-oh! Ooo-oh!
Things get crazy and I feel I'm losing my mind
Baby, Oh oh
Ooo-oh! Ooo-oh!
Things get crazy and I feel I'm losing my mind
Baby, Oh oh! Ooo-oh!
Things get crazy and I feel I'm losing my mind
I don't know what to do
I'm going insane and I really don't know why
There's only one thing to do
I'm floating through the night on a red eye, red eye
I'm floating through the night on a red eye, red eye
Soon after falling into a deeper psychedelic state
To escape the prison of our reality
Our hero becomes trapped in his own peaceful place
Which immediately becomes his sanctuary
A place filled with his wildest dreams
This is his new home
Mm-mm, yeah
Mm-mm
In the dead of the night, I have these dreams
What'll happen to me?
Will I burn out
?
Have I been wrong? What does it mean?
All these things, can't understand why
Say something's wrong with me, I know
By myself alone driving, I go
Full moon as it glows, I search for truth
Tryna be brand new, yeah, I will try
No, I won't do but through these screams
Fighting and bleed, blood in my eye
And I'll be 
God save me 
Yeah, baby, see I'm back in my zone
Just what I need, mama 
Nigga been in hell, the same ol'
On a mission and I'm gonna fly high 
This for the sad pеople who keep the blunt burning and we
Off on a journеy, you learn me
Close call, life on the edge
Ahh, when the time comes, I'll find peace
Still in search of, nights, I'm sittin' wishin'
I can find love in me
Lettin' go, ooh, this ain't livin'
I swim in pain
Never drown, keep my head up above the waves 
Tired of runnin', I won't run from fate
Late night, ooh, this is when I come alive
, when the dreams made
Take me, ooh, just don't leave, babe
Come on, woah 
Scars on my heart, woah 
Yeah, baby, see I'm back in my zone
Just what I need, mama 
Nigga been in hell, the same ol'
On a mission and I'm gonna fly high 
This for the sad people who keep the blunt burning and we
Off on a journey, you learn me
And people think I'm mad 
Then won't you tell them I'm mad, solar
All the things that bother me
Ain't no other way I can be
And people think I'm mad 
Then won't you tell them I'm mad, solar
M.A.D. S.O.L.A.R
And people think I'm mad 
Then won't you tell them I'm mad, solar
All the things that bother me
Ain't no other way I can be
And people think I'm mad 
Then won't you tell them I'm mad, solar
M.A.D. S.O.L.A.R
[Intro:
St. Vincent
, Kid Cudi]
(—
the black hole blacker
)
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker
Paint the black hole blacker
I am the maniac, I am the ghoul 
I'm in the shadows in the corner of my room 
This my new hideaway, this is my tomb 
This is my coffin, this is my place for unruliness, no worries
I love the darkness, yeah, I'd like to marry it
It is my cloak, it is my shield, it is my cape 
I love the dark, maybe we can make it darker 
Give me a marker
[Chorus: Kid Cudi,
St. Vincent
]
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
(
—the black hole blacker
)
I am the maniac, I am the fool
I found the monster in me when I lost my cool 
It lives inside of me, eating what's in its way
I put black spray paint on my windows during the day
I want to spend time with it, I think I'm losing it
Or I found it and I'm using it
I wear my shades at night so I can look in the abyss
I see something in nothingness if you can picture this
Put black holes in my jar lid
, I climb the wall
I'm too high now, I'll die from the fall
Before the water's to our knees, we can't climb when the trees
Wash away, you and I are the disease
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
[Outro: Kid Cudi,
Cage
,
St. Vincent
]
(
I am the maniac
)
I am a maniac
I am a maniac
(
I am the maniac
)
I am a maniac
(
—the black hole blacker
)
Life goes by
Search for your love wherever it be
Life goes by
I need your love all over me
Life goes by
Search for your love wherever it be
Life goes by
Oh, I need your love all over me
Na-na-na-na-na-na, oh, I need your love all over me
Na-na-na-na-na-na, oh, oh
Na-na-na-na-na-na, oh, I need your love all over me
Na-na-na-na-na-na, ooh, mmm
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Na-na-na, na
Na-na-na
You can look all over
But no, you'll never find
Hot shit like mine
Woop, it blow your mind
You can look all over
But no, you'll never find
Hot shit like mine
'Cause I provide
That new new
You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low
But it seems they all on the same mission
You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low
But can't stand the heat of my love, then stay out the kitchen
You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low
But it seems they all on the same mission
You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low
But can't stand the heat of my love, then stay out the kitchen
Hmm, hmm, mi amour
Hmm, yeah, hmm, mi amour, hmm
You got me, got me
You, you got me, got me
Punch-Drunk Love annoyed
Hmm, you got me, got me
Hmm, you got me, got me
Punch-Drunk Love annoyed
[Outro: Kid Cudi,
Mary J. Blige
]
Mmm
Yeah
Yeah
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
I watch the sun collapse and took up in the clizzoud
I am the lone wolf, go where I wanna
Let the moon shine, be the guide to the lizzight
Even when I stray away, the light never left me
Uh, I learn to follow my instinct
Blinded by the light, rather that than the evil
Feelin' out of place in a room full of people
Try and be the same, but you know you're not a sequel
Your fate will be
Whatever it shall be, be, be, be, be
Won't fight no more
I let these things just be, be, be, be
Every time the moon shines
I become alive, yeah
And every time the moon shines
I become alive, yeah
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na
Whoa, na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na
Whoa, na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na
 The sky might fall
 The sky might fall
 But I'm not worried at all, c'mon, c'mon
 The sky might fall
 The sky might fall
 But I'm not worried at all
Hey, hey, I let 'em know somethin'
I let 'em know somethin', I let 'em know somethin'
You can listen up, a-listen up
A-listen up, a-listen up
Hey, I let 'em know somethin'
I let 'em know somethin', I let 'em know somethin'
You can listen up, a-listen up
A-listen up, a-listen up
I keep running, yeah
I gotta keep up, I gotta keep up, yeah
Gotta keep up, I gotta keep up
And I keep running, yeah
I gotta keep up, I gotta keep up, yeah
Gotta keep up, I gotta keep up, yeah
'Cause I'm gone
Yeah, na-na na-na, na-na na-na
I'm up, and away
Na-na, na-na
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Hey, hey
Confused, truth is what I choose 
Heal I never do 
Asking, "Who are you?" 
I don't have one clue 
Seems I hate him, too 
Seems my color's blue, ooh
Who?
I hate the drugs, but I love the numb
I hate the gun, but I want the sun
I hate the drugs, but I love the numb
I hate the gun, but I want the sun
]
In God I trust, now I don't give no fucks
In God I trust, now I don't give no fucks
In God I trust, now I don't give no fucks
In God I trust, now I don't give no fucks
Stings bitch
Take it to the satellite, tonight
Take flight to the moon
Come get in my space whip to the satellite, tonight
Take flight to the moon
Take a ride, take a ride
Come on, yea
Take it to the satellite, tonight
Take flight to the moon
Come get in my space whip to the satellite, tonight
Take flight to the moon
Take a ride, take a ride
Come on, yea
Come on, dream on
Come on, come on
Dream on, no worries
Wicked
This is a journey into the horizon
You can see past, if it's real to you
We can meet on the other side
On the other side, ayy
This is a journey into the horizon
You can see past, if it's real to you
Then we can meet on the other side
On the other side
This is a journey into the horizon
You can see past, if it's real to you
We can meet on the other side
On the other side, ayy
This is a journey into the horizon
You can see past, if it's real to you
Then we can meet on the other side
On the other side
Cold
Bitch you know I'm cold, yeah
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Oh, so cold
Niggas know I'm cold, yeah
One cold blooded nigga
Cold
Bitch you know I'm cold, yeah
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Oh, so cold
Niggas know I'm cold, yeah
One cold blooded nigga
Owie
Yeah, life is like that
Beat me up, and I'm fighting right back
Poof-poof, be gone
I see the devil linger on
Yeah, I wanna win
As long as I can do the work within
Lord, let me in
I feel like You're my only friend
These worries are heavy, they rest on my shoulders
My pride, it won't let me fall victim no more
These worries are heavy, they rest on my shoulders
My pride, it won't let me fall victim no more
Yeah, the rager, the menace
Hey
Seen nothing like that shorty with the fat back movin' to the vibes 
Say, "I'm just up in my habitat, playin' little Ratatat, kickin' with my tribe" 
I'm sayin' it's a known fact, show 'em, nigga, no act, sucker, fall in line 
I'm out to get mine, woah, woah, niggas seein' me shine 
Catch me baked outside, wonderin' daily, why, why?
Will she let me get behind? Baby, just close your eyes 
You see we takin' off, leave the stress, no time 
This ain't televised, see I'm her surprise, I
Ooh-ooh, ooh, that vibe
Ooh-ooh, ooh, that vibe
Ooh-ooh, I need those fuckin' vibes
Doo-doo-doo-doo, and we ragin' 'til daylight
Things are gettin' gnarly, got my whiskey by my side
Soarin' through my world and I'm 'bout to take a dive
This is just the sadness in me, sad times
Just another evening and I'm leanin', oh
Uh, ready, go, set, we won't hold you, neither 
Salute when you see that nigga 
Tell him, "Go off," when you see him, greet him (Mm
)
Talkin' shit, fuck ya, legend of the cold one, nice
This my life, all my nights
Walkin' like a disco ball, all this ice, aye
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy 
Ayy, ayy, ayy , ayy 
Ayy, ayy, ayy , ayy 
Ayy, ayy, ayy , ayy 
Slightly paranoid, can't believe 'em simply 
Nah, bullshit, miss me , ahh
Call it what it is then, lies
This my fantasy high, sayin' goodbye
I lay at night, it intensifies
I’ll never do it again, do it again
In the city, this is rock and roll
My nigga, it's big business, the people's only hope
We ridin' around the city, this is rock and roll
You seein' this fine woman, don't fuck with messy hoes
Don't embellish, it's hellish, we in, the strongest of men, catch us on the throne 
Yeah , yeah, yeah, yo
Heaven on Earth, I am curious, yeah, I'm livin', I'll ride til' I'm gone 
Nice , yeah, nigga, what?
Don't embellish, it's hellish, we in, the strongest of men, catch us on the throne 
Yes , yeah, mm, uh
Heaven on Earth, I am curious, yeah, I'm livin', I'll ride til' I'm gone 
Sh , sha, sh, sha
I'm never gonna get out of this town, am I, Gordie?
You can do anything you want, man
Yeah, sure, I’ll see ya
Not if I see you first
He had one older sister
Two older brothers
And a single-parent mother who
Worked her ass off, did the best she could
There was nothing they could tell him
Let the boy know he wasn't worthless
Even though he was in the same home
He had felt alone, his pet gerbil passed on
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie’s baby boy
By the time he was eleven
His father had left him
White church, sitting in the front row
All-white casket closed, he won't see him no more
He tried to disguise himself
Made sure that no one could tell
That in his soul, there's a wide-open hole
Something scarred him, so he can't let him go
He won't
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
He was so bored in the winter
So bored in the winter
He was so bored in the winter
Such a little sad boy, little sad boy
Little sad boy, Elsie's baby boy
Revolution, revolution (
Hey! Okay, okay!
)
Revolution, revolution (
We are—you are here!
)
Where will you be for the revolution?
Where will you be for the revolution?
Where will you be for the revolution?
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
Damage control
The same old tricks won't work no more
Smarter, stronger, hmmm
A nigga gon' make it through
What is to do, I've been low enough
Who knew I'd make it out?
Been trapped for too long, I'm out of the web
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
Ey, yeah
Calls from the dark
I got hope in my eyes
No help in sight
I'ma swim in the light
She's tryna pull me in
But the same old tricks can't work no more
I'm out on the way
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
You could try and numb the pain, but it'll never go away
Ey, yeah
When you're in love
Swim in the light
Swim in your love
Wish me well
Yeah
Yeah, they say, "Easy friend"
There he go talkin' 'bout weed again
Probably cause of all that weed in him, yes and no
Cause and effect is what most don't know
Doing bad or like Mike said could be doing wrong
Forget about the obvious context of song
Put your brain where it belong
Can't we just all get a bong and tag along?
And we float, we kids with hope
Better to cope when you smoke
Dawg, please don't miss
What a nigga tryna get you thinking 'bout
We outside because my mama in the house
Puff-puff-pass with your bitch-ass
Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class
And now I'm an addict, tragic, stay rolling up while reclining
I be looking down, see my Jesus piece shining
Good look, Yeezy, now I stay blinded by that light
Somebody pass me that shell to the right
Yes, I'm going, I'll be outtie, and you can find me
I'll be chilling back, I'll be chilling, Jack
Let's go
And we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
And we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
You know we get higher, and higher
And higher, and higher
You know we get higher, so higher
Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high
Ooooooooh-ooooooooh
And I'll be rockin' along, zonin', yeah
Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn
Ay...
As our hero seems to be dreaming in peace
A dark chapter unfolds
Throwing Scott into the most eerie
And unstable part of his imagination
So intense he cannot tell his dreams from reality
This is the Rise of the Night Terrors
Lord of the Sad and Lonely
But we free, the lonely, lonely 
As we watch the sunset
My mind is meltin' 
A thousand blunts, can't OD, ooh, but I'm hoping
This my paradise, I fly 
Hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm
Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh
Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh
Look up, what he's really trying to say
Is get your head out of your ass
Listen to the goddamn qualified scientists
We really fucked it up, fucked it up this time
It's so close, I can feel the heat big time
And you can act like everything is alright
But this is probably happening in real time
Celebrate or cry or pray, whatever it takes
To get you through the mess that we made
'Cause tomorrow may never come
Just look up
Turn off that shit Box News
'Cause you're about to die soon everybody
Ooh, I, I, oh, I
Look up
Here it comes
I'm so glad I'm here with you forever
In your arms
Down and out
Hey, down and out
Down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Hey, down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Hey, down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Down and out, so I'm out and down then
Looking for a substance to drown in
Down and out
Down and out
Down and out
Down and out
OK, OK this how we gonna do it
Plain Plat presents: 'A Kid Named Cudi'
Hello
All the time, nigga
All the grind, nigga
Yeah, yeah
What up, what up
You're in my dreams
I can have anything and everything I ever wanted, yeah
I can think of anything and everything I ever needed
Right here in my dreams
Everything is A-okay
I don't worry 'bout anything
'Cause every day, every day, every day is sunny
Here in my dreams now
Welcome, yeah
Welcome
You're in my dreams
This is a dream come true
Finding the perfect words to sing to you
Here in my dreams
Everything plays out
Exactly how I want them to
Everything turns out dope
Right here in my dreams
Welcome, yeah
Welcome
You're in my dreams now
Long before we know ourselves, our paths are already set in stone
Some may never figure out their purpose in life and some will
There are a lot of us who are caught up in this hell we all live in
Content with being blinded by rules and judgment
We live in a world where it's more okay to follow than to lead
In this world being a leader is trouble for the system we are all accustomed to
Being a leader in this day and age is being a threat
Not many people stood up against the system we all call life
But toward the end of our first ten years into the millennium we heard a voice
A voice who was speaking to us from the underground for some time
A voice who spoke of vulnerabilities and other human emotions and issues never before heard so vividly and honest
This is the story of a young man who not only believed in himself but his dreams too
This is the story of the Man on the Moon
How it goes when you're a damaged man
This is how it goes when you're a damaged man
How it goes when you're a damaged man
This is how it goes when you're a damaged man
Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whoooa 
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa 
Stoned, go smoke some more weed
Hey, whoa whoa whoooa
La la la la la la
Goodbye
"Now certainly, we all recognize the extremely, extremely low probability of life existing on the moon."
Hmm, hmm, alright
Hmm, hmm, hmm
Drinking again, drinking again
Bottles up, I'm in it to win
With none of my friends, just me and this bottle
People say that I'm off, say that I'm off
I wouldn't doubt it if you were me
Free as a bird, flying over mountains
And I don't know where I'm going
But I'm going
It's all happening
I'm going
It's all happening
Hate what I see, hate what I see
I'm over it, I need me some change
Something to feel good, get me on a level
No, no, no need to cry, no need to cry
You straighten up, you're such an adult
You pay all your bills, yet you are a zombie
And you don't know where you're going
But you're going
It's all happening
I'm going
It's all happening
We're going
It's all happening
Mm , mm, mm
Mm 
Easy does it 
Easy does it 
Mm, mm 
Hello friends, Cudder again
Gotta smack 'em with some shit before the world ends
Same old denims, wore 'em for days
I'm at home makin' jams in many wonderful ways
I see in many wondrous shades
Peekin' out the shadows at a new landscape
I've been trapped in my mind, I've been tryna escape
Fame and loneliness, the recipe for disaster
I can't handle this shit, I'ma get plastered
I just wanna go fast, I'm a bastard
I won't stop 'til I'm where I wanna be in line
And there's so many things to do in the in-between time
That's to say I don't get lost and lose my fuckin' mind
Thinkin' 'bout the days I was broke fuck me up sometimes
How did I do it, why the kids love me so?
'Cause they connect with Cudder, real simple
Now let me set the groove with some cello
From the outside lookin' in, shit is mellow
But sometimes I wanted to shoot my fuckin' face off
I'm talkin' game over, defeated the boss
Hope with age, I can cope with my rage
I'm so damn passionate, there's no safe plane
To chill or dwell in, I'm always in the zone
Why did God let Hell in? To test a nigga?
Man, listen, I'm tryna find a way to tuck this nina in my skinnies
It's kinda tough, I don't see how they did it in the '80s
My angels ride for me at all cost
My dad is tellin' me, "Don't stress, go and floss"
"Live a little," I got you, pop
Love, Kiddo, my negro
Somebody better save them, God
'Cause young Scott Mescudi stayed on his job
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents 
Put the flow in the bag, kept it sealed on 'em
What I'm drivin'? Well it depends, so many things to ponder
Broke up with this girl, she was trippin'
Couldn't understand my life in the world, I can't be stressin' 'bout it
My SLS is pearl, bitch, please don't call it white
Been that nigga even back when I was trippin' off that white
A jealous motherfucker, that's the shit that I don't like
You got a girl? Better love her, man, you gotta cuff her tight
Because so many people love the nerd
You ask about Cudder and I bet you fuckin' heard
They call me legend and I'm feelin' twenty-six
You mad, you mad, you mad Cudder in this bitch
I'm an unstoppable fucker, from the land where my niggas be
Bumpin' "1st of tha Month" with my fam, jokin', rollin' tree
You see this walk, you know my face
All hail King Wizard in your motherfuckin' space, you love it
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
The leader of the delinquents, delinquents
Yeah
Element of the surprise
Such a spectacular thing I cannot, lie
So many things people wanna limit you to be
I show you a glimmer inside the spectrum of the wizard
Well known as a getter and a nigga with a plan
The negative that come out they mouth, so sad
When I smash, wipe the smirk off they face, my bad
Who bad? I am, my dad raised one hell of a man
At eleven I had to throw on the pants
Still don't feel appreciated and not by my own fam
All good, I'll be tucked away in them shadows
Workin' in sweats, solve the riddle and soon I'm ready for battle
Move my fans with my love and they move me with theirs
We unified by the dark and middle fingers in air
Come on, who gon' go half on a zone?
Oh, thought I would be done off that coke, no
Let me tell you some' ho
Ben said "Everything that shine ain't gold"
Been skeetin' on pretty faces then my heart switched cold
Been the nigga sittin' in hell in fresh ass clothes
I know what it feels like to have a broken nose
And ain't nobody hit you in it
It's really 'cause that shit that you snorted and put all in it
That time you thought I was finished, no I just experimented
And it helped me adjust and be ok, with being demented
By the way nigga, these cars ain't rented, I give a fuck who sees
So I don't bother rollin' tinted, look who the fuck it be
That skinny Cleveland niggie, I stay reppin' my city bitch
Been smokin', no jokin', Cudder's had that itch, so I scratch
So please no more speculation 'bout that
Burn baby, burn, truthfully and noted, I'm back
So please no more speculation 'bout that
Burn baby, burn, truthfully and noted, I'm back
Niggas think I'm livin' life paranoid
Mothafuck that, man
Oh, they got me twisted, they don't know that boy
Mothafuck that, man
I'm just gettin' busy, killin' it, I'm gettin' busy
Mothafuck them, man
I just wanna watch 'em burn, baby, burn
Niggas think I'm livin' life paranoid
Mothafuck that, man
Oh, they got me twisted, they don't know that boy
Mothafuck that, man
I'm just gettin' busy, killin' it, I'm gettin' busy
Mothafuck them, man
Now it's time to watch 'em burn, baby, burn
Hahaha, yahm
Ahhh, ahhh, my leg!
Ooh, yeah, I know 
Baby, I'm a warrior, baby, I'm a warrior 
Ooh, set the control 
Baby, I'm a warrior, baby, I'm a warrior 
Start the show, blessings in my life
Lord, I know , You can make it right
Start the show, blessings in my life
Lord, I know 
But something's off, I can feel it 
My angel's gone , and I'm fuckin' loaded
Nah, man, no one could've saved me 
I look around and see this shit made me 
They think they know me, I think not
Hey, see me, I control the plot 
Healing but I'm dealing with some things, shit'll never stop
Yeah, caught in the moonlight
In the mirror, used to hate what I'd see 
Healing but I'm dealing with some things, shit'll never stop
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Yeah, yeah, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah
Ka-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Ka-la-la-la, ka-la-la-la
These illusions in my head, ohh 
Hallucinating, flying through air, ohh, so long
To the demons in my head, ohh 
Hallucinating, flying through air, ohh, so long
Free, free
And I got it, and I got it, and I got it
And I got it, and I got it, and I got it, yeah
And I got it, and I got it, and I got it, yeah
And I got it, and I got it, and I got it, yeah
Fly , fly , fly , fly 
Fly , fly , fly 
These illusions in my head, ohh 
Hallucinating, flying through air, ohh, so long
To the demons in my head, ohh 
Hallucinating, flying through air, ohh, so long
Free, free
Ooh, ooh
Where you going?
Where you going? 
Where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Semi-automatic with the passion when we makin' love
Never made it to the bed, sexin' on the living room floor
Now she on the warpath, homie probably best that you don't piss her off
Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt, she gon' eat 'em all
And she know what she lookin' for, know what she lookin' for
She said she got herself some Louboutins, got herself some Louboutins
Not indecisive, indecisive at all
She know what she lookin' for, got her some Louboutins
Ooh, ooh
Where you going?
Where you going? 
Where you going?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You gotta do it alone mane
You gotta do it alone
You gotta do it alone mane
Go on your own
It's bigger than you mane
It's bigger than you
It's bigger than you mane
Happens, happens, happens, happens, happens
All in, all in, all in
Happens, happens, happens, happens, happens
All, all in, all in, all in, all in, all in
Whatever happens, happens
Yup-yuppers, smile all the time while
I chop it up like Michael Watt's slow talk style
So the girlies can really catch all my accent
And the double-O got our own accent
Some niggas sell drugs to provide for they fam
Some niggas sell CDs up out they trunk, man
Some niggas they go to school for that higher learnin'
I play the O'Jays, while I'm turnin' lanes
We be on our shit
Freakin' Black & Milds, still controllin' the whip
Ain't no city like Cleveland
Cruisin' with my bad bitch in the evenin'
You wanna know exactly why I'm this way?
Take a trip to the land, swing this way
After the song done, ain't much I can say
Cleveland is my city
I be all day rollin' in my whip
Got my sippin' cup out on the low
I keep two pretty women by my side
I'm cooler than a polar bear's toes
And I say
Cleveland is that,  Cleveland is the 
Cleveland is the reason I'm cool
Cleveland is that,  Cleveland is the 
Cleveland is the reason I'm leanin'
Cleveland is that,  Cleveland is the 
Cleveland is the reason I'm cool
Cleveland is that,  Cleveland is the 
Cleveland is my, my city
This is just the right vibe
Stars in the sky
Feelin' alone, just know you are not
We won't leave you alone 
This is just the right vibe, turn it loud if you need to
Stars in the sky, they will light your way through
Feelin' alone, just know you are not
We won't leave you alone, oh-oh
I done tried it all, tried it all, hey
Done tried it all, I can't stop this internal bleeding
And my heart is leaking, heart is leaking out
I done tried it all, tried it all, hey
Done tried it all, I can't stop this internal bleeding
And my heart is leaking, heart is leaking out
I done tried it all, tried it all, hey
Done tried it all, I can't stop this internal bleeding
And my heart is leaking, heart is leaking out
Tried it all, tried it all, hey
Done tried it all, I can't stop this internal bleeding
And my heart is leaking, heart is leaking out
And it hurts
Cut me down, slice me deep, I dare you
Burn my crown, spit on my grave, I’ll make you
See my face, see my face, I’ll haunt you
Deep in the dark, behind your eyes, I’m on you
Salt of the Earth, bird of the Heavens, you hear them
All in the hell, the hollowest halls, don’t fear them
Here I am, the warrior man
Here I stand, the warrior man
But I done tried it all, tried it all, hey
Done tried it all, I can’t stop this internal bleeding
My heart is leaking, heart is leaking out
I done tried it all, tried it all, hey
Done tried it all, I can’t stop this internal bleeding
And my heart is leaking, heart is leaking out
And it hurts me
But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mood
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood
[Part 2: Post Mortem
Boredom]
"There is an epidemic of mass murder being committed by a virtual army of unidentified assassins. They appear to be in a kind of trance, others describe them as being..."
The angels have no whiskey, na-a-a-a-a-a
Can't say I'm not disappointed, na-a-a-a-a-a
Yeah, I'm in the thick of it, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I was sick of being sickened, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
The sun is always beating, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Post-mortem boredom settling in my skin
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Movin' wit out movin', pure crush froovin'
Right on track, right on and I'm back
You make songs about some new dances
I make songs 'bout the black man advancements
I'm talkin' classic homie, I'm talkin' monumental
And I don't need much but Dot instrumentals
That's how I lay the stencil, me smilin' up out the window
I'm in the leaner dome, that's my crib on the moon
And I'm livin' in hotel rooms
In the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
How a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak
And how a nigga live, is sacrifice was big
And I'mma say it right before the hook
Maybe in due time, Pimpin', I'mma write a book
But now I'mma play my Andre 3000
And dream about an island wit model girls eyein'
Um... hello
Hey baby
Um... yeah
Some people call me Cudi, some people call me Scott
It don't matter what you wanna call me, as long as you call me something
As long as you call me, baby
But um...
You know...
You seem real pretty
And I ain't talkin' bout how you look
I'm talkin' 'bout your, your vibe
Your vibe is pretty
I'm pretty hungry, you want to go get something to eat?
Sip on something?
Where we going?
The moon...
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94
I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'bout
And my eagle
Still got it all in the bag, B 
All I did was play possum
Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub
Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut
With soap suds on the MAC-11
My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after seven
We feed the nigga like forty chickens
His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim
Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on
Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon
I— I got soccer moms payin' for cock
Asians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wok
Comin' with flows that is toxic 
Deadly fumes when I'm in the room
Repercussions occur when you dry snitch
Red light, green light, one, two, three
Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please
Said and shake that body, scar up that body
Should I kill him now Tone?
I said, "Probably"
Side bets are four and better
Bust hammers with pot holders
And yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leather
I'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd Foxx
My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops
My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock
Threw it off my project roof and saw red dots
Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees
You can have a good time with G-O-D
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that bod—
Shake that body, party that body 
Come and have a good time with G-O-D
Shake that body, party that bod— 
Shake that body, party that bod— 
Shake that body, party that body 
Come and have a good time with G-O-D 
G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. Music
And all my niggas say, "G.O.O.D. Music"
And all my ladies say, "G.O.O.D. Music"
Tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm
Rollin' sevens, I ain't ready for no coffin
I know y'all love it when the drugs talkin', but
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
Shut the fuck up when you hear love talkin'
If God be the source, then I am the plug talkin'
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
Yeah, baby, yeah, baby
]
Yes the shit is raw coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights 
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
Of the Wu and learnt how to
Fuck up your anatomy steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MCs submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mental
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-hugging mics with the grips of a python
Yes the shit is raw coming at your door
Start to scream out loud, "Wu-Tang's back for more"
You heard other raps before but kept waiting
For the Son of Song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravaganza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothing yet
One man ran, tryna get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertaining motherfuckers can't stop O
In battling, you don't want me to start tattling
All up on the stage 'cause y'all snakes keep rattling
Bitch, you ain't got nothing on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you wanna clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your thing, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LPs back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island best son, fuck what you heard
Niggas still talking that shit is absurd
My repertoire, is U.S.S.R
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And ran over by the Method Man Jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Gut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
'Cause you weak in the knees like SWV
Tryna get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA rhyme name printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound and now we out like bears
In Born Power, born physically, power speaking
The truth in the song be the pro-black teaching
Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know
Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know
Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know
Jersey! I know, I know, I know
Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, break it down!
For every blow, depends on breath control
So it's the first thing you must learn
Fortunately it's easy
You'll soon learn
My God, so they are killers
Killing and killing
They sort of develop a taste for blood
My God, so they are killers
My God— My God, so they are killers
Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap paramedical the wizard
Cappadonna, never catering to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You order five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowing with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of wilding,
Park Hill profiling
I cut your face a Buck 50 sure why you smiling?
For violating my position
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
Cause I'm PLO TKO every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno
Veteran for rapping with the new set of Wu the hard rapping
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clapping
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evening, I have a by myself meeting
Thinking who's gonna be the next to catch a beating
From my mental slanging, bitching rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch hell here
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards
[The way I, the way I wanna get 'em. I want 'em gotten. I want 'em layin'
Out. I want 'em gotten. Cause niggas need to be got. He need to be
Taken off of here. That's right.]
All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through
All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through
All that I got is you 
And I'm so thankful I made it through 
All that I got is you 
And I'm so thankful I made it through 
Yeah
I sit and think about
All the times we did without dad
I always said I wouldn't cry
When I saw tears in your eyes
I understand that daddy's not here now
But some way or somehow, I will always be around, yeah
All the things that I did from this to them
Oh from drugs to being there
Being down and out and I love you always, oh
Yeah, you say
You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
And them planets, that exist in my space
Like man woman and child
You understand?
We got to keep it real, and what reality
And reality will keep it real with us
I remember them good ol' days
Because see, that's the child I was
What made me the man I am today
See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
You're never gonna make it where you're goin', aheh
Because you lost the reality of yourself
So take one stroll through your mind
And see what you will find
And you'll see a whole universe all over again
And again and again and again and again
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from the hog y'all and grow up
Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint
We all connect as
one
That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all
Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo?
One
Ah-hah, that's it? , yo
Staple-town, B 
How many nuts you might bust?
One
Haha, straight up and down 
Take to drop a nigga, yo 
How many shots?
One
How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome
And it only takes
one
That's it, word up
How many cakes we bake, y'all?
One
Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke?
One
Hahaha, at a time, nigga
At a time, you know we do, at a time
Dope fiends, dummy
Like, like, like, like (
One
)
How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit?
One
"Rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell"
All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
But if your skills are weak you better step behind us
"Cappa-Cappa-Cappa-Cappachino"
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills
My beer spills—what up, Lils? Murder one, dun
Killer bee stung, guess who back home son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, Lorna Doones in fat pussy wounds
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills
Top-secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it
Jiggy style of rap and watching knock our slang, sweep it
Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten, Donna, too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is Hancocked
'96, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot
All these MC's start realizing
That Ghost got that shit that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring you Shaolin's finest
But if your skills are weak you better step behind us
Word up, respect that, ho
Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV
Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi
As we approach your hood, the gods bail 
See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail 
Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real
It's assassination day, I stalk
Tommy Mottola, lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh wonder that love
]
Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me
No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty
Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all
Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?
Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose
Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope
Airbrush W-B's
, STOP! 
And cop a couple of these 
Schott Free and Sean C, very upset
They're sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roaches and tired of
Rats
I know they are over
One in the head, I'm fed, this is how we doin
Put a Ruff Rider on my dick, bust right through 'em
Come out your shirt, insert the party rhyme
Fine Dr. Buzzard, Bacardi Lime
We passin it, takes the shake your Calvin Klein
Before the floor gets moist, taste and follow mine
Swallow nine, model dimes from Bahamas
Slim doo-doo makers stuffed inside pajamas
They'll take all your rhymes with a Colgate smile, hey baby
They'll love you one second, then hate you the next
Oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah
Tony's his name, the undefeated champion, whoa, yeah 
Now he's alone, he's just the king of his throne 
Always will be my friend, Ghostface Killah 
One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect
But metaphors'll keep me out the projects
Rap connects'll keep me correct
Aiyo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee
Thinkin' his killer's followin' me
So to my nigga Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winnin'? Some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginnin' 'cause that's how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine
And we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' cognac, I'll kill you!
I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars, brolic scholars
That's Ghost Deini!!
]
Listen, I am bad, I said I am bad. I’m a bad man. I’m so bad sometimes I’s scare myself. Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty. Now who am I?  Now who am I?  Who?  That’s right and don’t y’all forget it…
Ladies and gentlemen!. The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the world…
*Cheering in the background*
Now, where I come from cats be carrying
Marrying drug money, fuck up your wife, get four to life
Cream we handling, Midtown niggas scrambling
Move and examine the fly shit, plus quick to buy shit
Chef, yeah, you know the whole god's astral
Fidel Castro suits, plus depositing cash rule
Big time, play it like Canadian wine
RZA's divine now, the sacredness of one's true mind
Now let's get colorful like money-green
High roller coaster, Sosa, million dollar nigga roaster
Yeah, god, be having my whole steez laced
Now let's rap a taste, connect dots, aim Glocks, train stop
Figaro fly jewelin', tri-color Cubans
Swerving with power Germans and Suburbans
Twenty-four niggas with vests on, my own restaurant
Dons sending my sons membership forms
And still getting this paper scraper
Fake gators from Jamaica, wizzes be passing like Lakers
And it be coming from Lex Louis Rich Liberace
Fetus style and block ya goals like hockey
Shorty, what is you thinkin' 'bout? 
Didn't I put you down?
Flyest whips
Rollin' round like, "Yeah, that's the boss' chick"
On the side I might of had , one or two 
But them silly broads wasn't nothing on you
Rolling with him, tryna get revenge
That shit, you just don't do 
Come through the block in his brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends 
Yeah, what I did was wack 
But you don't get a nigga back like that 
Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets 
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef 
Yeah, what I did was wack 
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no 
Come through the block in his brand new Benz 
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends 
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that 
Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets 
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef 
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no 
It's real
Yeah, got my swagger back and all that
Theodore, nigga, Theodore, nigga
That's right
I'll go pop more, I'ma go pop more coochies based on that there
{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}
{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}
{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}
{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}
{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}
{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}
{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}
{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}
{"Just another helpless fool in love is what I am"}
Skip to the intro, rap through post
Smashed a fresh ball of wax Caesar
Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista
Wally Moc' half tied, swimmin' trunks
Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice
Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless
Polish diamond edge, Flintstone shit, sealed in a comb pick
Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights
Too bright, Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors
Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't
Exile he no longer in the hood
Bless the kid that max the most
Me I turn a wedding into hoax
Roses tied to bombs on posts
On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice
Rasta nigga rock the big do's
Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu
]
Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew
Smoke an L or two and flip like 
Killing for the whole clique is sick like 
You and your stank bitch eat a dick like 
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like 
Getting rich like 
Some say a drug dealer's destiny is reaching a ki'
I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets
A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed
Four days later, straight cash, two million bucks
Strictly powder, no cut—your coke is vile, that's whats up
Y'all beefing over little shit, we sniff, the balance went up
In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse
Tony got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts
Kilo is one thousand grams, a pile of sand is equivilant
To the eye, it's nice to have a thousand fans
Coke buyers, some be liars; therefore, you check for wires
Dedicated dealers, during holidays, we give 'em lighters
Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops
Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops
Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops
Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops
Tall tops, long tops, short tops, twelve-twelves
Fifty-eight fifty-eights, weed bags, Ziplocs
Big rocks, coke spots, two Glocks, one ox'
Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack spot
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
You never catch the kid going hand-to-hand
All around the world today, the kilo is a measure
Once you got the funds, you got the panties, man
A kilo is one thousand grams—it's easy to remember
Throughout I-95, I'm the handyman, handyman, handyman, handym—
Run if you sell drugs in the school zone
Run if you getting chased with no shoes on
Run, fuck that, run,
cops got guns
They givin' out life, like, by the tons
Run if you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, is life, three-zip
So, run, hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming, get the fuck out the entrance
Run, fuck that, run, cops got guns, motherfucker
Ayo, what up son? They talking that "money on the ground" shit
UPS, FedEx, I deliver the pound shit
Raw dog, my hood's like Crazy Eddie's stamp bag
Stapleton niggas stash they guns in shit bags
Doo-rags and blue and red flags, we keep new tags
Skinny or big jeans, niggas they still sag
Brag about two chains, four chains, six chains
Spread eagle bitches in the crib giving brain
Still keep them Clarks crispier than printed money
And the champion gear that I rock will hide my face for me
Mask down, .357 and a box of shells
Seville dead-arm the kid in the stairwell
Stem cell, my niggas is scientific
We make crumbs and wax, the THC is prolific
Fruitful, my Clan bundle cash like Pablo
Bank in the Caimans, stash-houses out in Cabo
Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking niggas
Peace, this summer's mines, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the Heini
Park the Blue 600, Wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock Lugz, I'm way above
These mics is like the Golden Gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, seminar's the play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got OJ off
This specialist who eyeballed your mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly-head kid's treacherous
Let go the eggo, so we can dip dip dive like Lego
Throw on can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Ah shit say Stark-ologist
Starks-ologist, fried fish halibut
Pull out the bull horn,
let's celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside Loud and got on
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like Pilgrims G-in' Pepridge farms from out of millions
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordmans
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorton's
I hold down the place, no shots to the face
Elite Special force no religious style faith
The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Manhandle pain killing erect my hidden
Streets made me potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, axe slaughter through my earth
You're hit by my element Great Wall of China
Mountain peak holds the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rolling rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invention
Divine universal black man representing
Similar to pure, rhyme blowing out the pore
Battery in the back, keep me charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistolero gun hero
Renaissance rebel chatter-boxing your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew
No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know?
I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money
They're subject to go crazy, you know?
I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch 
Word up
Got motherfuckin' brother wise
You know what I'm saying?
Teaching the uncivilized
Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep
Word up, check his technique, yeah
I be Ghostface
Flippin' the marvelous track
Yeah, you know the steelo
But yo, yo
Check the banging-est sounds that I invent
Fake niggas who tried to flex hard came and went
They couldn't match up with the fly nigga with his back against the wall
Heads clocked once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her
In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm
When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf
Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun
Never diss 'em, it's hard for a nigga just to miss 'em
Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing
Your waistline bangin' like a bassline
Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo
Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong
You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne
Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo
Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through
Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it
Plus, see you're the type to make a nigga crash
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the potion
This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo
We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings
From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings
I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted
I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo
Check the joint, baby
It be the Wu-Tang production
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
And brothers catchin' repercussions
Yo, straight up
Yo, let me tell you how the game go
We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes
Tony wants the streets back, fo' sho'
Too many hustlers, too many thieves
We're fuckin' up, who's willin' to fight and teach the seeds?
Too much TV, guns and robberies
Lust and greed and hate the 4 devils' jealousy
Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in Casino
Son better have more coke than Al Pacino
Kiana ain't telling no lies, last year she did a sting and a half
With Tymeek bought him a aircraft
But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nid-ow
When we get back, throw you a thid-ou
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5,
meet you on the corner of Now Why
You ready, you got the E&J and the machete?
We going upstairs, I hope one nigga is heavy
We walked in, both of us,
looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, dun yo, I handle this
Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical
Natural, fucking a white bitch, actual
Fiends chanting, "Do your thing Chef, handle it"
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn
Ran to the back analyzing, much disguising
Surprise is coming in their eyes and tranquilizing
Bugging, throwing the twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncing
Fake cats announcing on the block, you lounging
Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop fronting
(Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll stop stunting
Bitch, hold that pit, before I push your wig back
Chef stop waving that, show him where the paper at)
Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery
It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
(Baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand
Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo?
Yo Chef, where that shit? What? What? Aiyyo...)
Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?
I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time
Fasten your seatbelts, I'ma take y'all on some real shit
This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit
Y'know I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know
Yo, making moves back and forth uptown
60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee
Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke
Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted
Whip smelling like fish from 125th
Throwin' ketchup on my fries,
hitting baseball spliffs
Back seat with my leg all stiff
Push the fuckin' seat up,
tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks
Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips
I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys
Got the Montana booth in front of the store
Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank
The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off
And tell the driver to stay put
Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look
They frontin', they no crooks they fuck up they own jux
Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot
Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady with the shopping cart
She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway
Damn she look pretty old Ghost
She work for Kevin, she 'bout 77
She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding
Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in
3 o'clock, watch the kids
, third floor, last door
You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you
Why? Why you behind me leery?
Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you
You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude
Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit
Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme
Cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you goin' carry it
Matter of fact, all the cash, I'ma carry it
Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott
This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked?
These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son
Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice, big round onions on a T-bone steak
My stomach growling
, yo I want some
Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knock at the door
Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face
Push me in quickly when the bitch open up
Remember you don't know me, blast him if he reach for his gun
Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie
No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you supposed to phone me
Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door
The door flew open, dude had his mouth open
Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin'
Told him, "Freeze!" lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment
Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, asked him
Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get to smokin' you fast
His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon
Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot
The kick in the four-fifth broke a bone in her wrist
And she dropped the heat, "Give up the coke!", but the bitch wouldn't listen
I'm on the floor like, "Holy shit!", watchin' my man Frank get busy
He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz
He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin'
Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared
Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air
Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear
Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first
Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon
The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad wounds
The big one had the centipede stab wound
Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out
The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out
To be continued...
Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces
My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli
We live, we die,
we put 'em in the sky
Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July
This a sandstorm created from original thought
I bust boundaries, son, you just do what you taught
My vocab is powerful, spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind, body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come through in the final hour with
gun showers
Stand the fuck up like Flav' to fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly-ass poetrist
Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist
My thoughts are so heavy, I could change a generation
The X-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation
If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your ass fault
My lines are cocaine, the flow is bath salts
I'm a for-sure Don
No one in your circle can box me
,
that's like an oxymoron
I flirt with
building your empire
Gotta shake the snake in the grass and spark sharks to swim by ya
Cause every meek head that speak street cred ain’t bangin' heat lead
And probably cut like sweet bread, wetting their sheets spread
So, nigga, holla, I coin phrases to trigger dollars
It's butterfly like the shirts made with bigger collars
Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer
Who lay them face down and ass up like a card dealer
The time ceases, I keep a bed with dimepieces
As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis
'Cause on the contrary
I get it popping like Dom Perignon beyond Tom, Harry and Dick
You can declare me as sick
Highly contagious
Bathsalt flows
leaving bodies all on stages
Locked behind cages, Don of all ages
It's Ghostface, nigga, never pleading the cases
But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle
Crack stone-faced niggas with the steel of a knuckle
Go ahead and chuckle,
I have uncle murder your goons
Hoes and balloons, ODing on flights from Colombia
Pull your trunk through your neck when the cartel's done with you
Supreme talk boss,
verbal holocaust,
I'm a thriller
Have you jumping out, they sleep, Wigs hand me a Miller
Sick the dogs sitting in their shoes
My iron monkies spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews
Silverbacks
with high tracks, fuckin' relax
Got a duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture rise and attack just like a vulture
Ghostface the next Escobar or Sosa
Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no
Shot through the heart, the girl caught me
Shot through the block, with him shot gun
He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun
Killah type cat, you better be glad, I'm not one
Had a couple stars up in my sky
She was my moon and my sunshine
Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy
You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one
Come through the block, in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that
Bouncing around, when I'm up in these streets
Knowing that me and that nigga got beef
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no
Just can't understand, you know. I treated you, I gave you everything you wanted. You know what I'm sayin'? And it's like you got another dude laying in the bed?
Wearin' my robes, wearin' you out
I know I was gone but damn, I just can't get it, baby
But I loved you though man, and I still do though
Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flow
Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes
Mega powder dripping from they nose
Fucking Jet magazine bitches
with wide pussy pose
Centerfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites
Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice
Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags
With the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad
You
onion-head niggas
spread out and parlay
Yo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash trays
I pull stings like guitar strings down in Spain
I'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine"
Y Equality Self
, god, yeah, yeah you know it kid
Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig
He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform
He's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he on
But, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees
My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nology
My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source Awards
Next year, two hundred niggas coming with swords
Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul, I'm vicious
My mind races from the satellite dishes
No technology, this world's corrupt
They can't feed me food for thought, I won't budge
I'm a twisted individual, they say critical
I say, "Nigga, I'm on top of my pinnacle"
Chessboards and swords, alphabetical darts
My clan is Braveheart, y'all move like Paul Blarts
Sloppy, go 'head and try and stop me if you can
Your casualties of war'll get left in the sand
I'm Iron Man, a stone faced killer with a mask
Don't want the truth then don't ask, you couldn't handle a task
Rigorous, my war face is one that God gave me
Evil 'cause I looked all bugged out and crazy
Dusted, embalming fluid dripping from my nose hole
Stapleton nigga, never catch me wearing rose gold
Woo, uh-huh
Yeah, come on man
Yo, yo
Fuck the CIA, DEA and the Feds
They got you bugged son, microchip in your meds
Wax like dreads, smoking regs
on the list like Craig
Steroids in chickens, why they feeding us eggs?
How did the ditch nigga snitch, nigga? I won't switch, nigga
Zen position with my finger on the trigger
Pure alkaline, that fluoride'll fuck you up
I seen a spaceship fly out the back of a truck
Diamond water, I've been splashed with the fountain of youth
Had a molar fall out, I grew in a gold tooth
Bulletproof, my clan's sword is surgical steel
I don't feel,
I'm comfortably numb
, Stapleton slum
Insomniac, I'm charged off the rays of the sun
You can't fuck with me, nigga, this is one-on-one
With the strength of ten midgets, I'ma murder you son, uh-huh
This real, yeah
Got my swagger back and all that
Nigga! Nigga! That's right
We got a history full of lightning victories
Conceptual breakthrough, it ain't no mystery
Long vision from giants in every way
Rap czars,
magnificent flows for every day
From the East to the 'ville, from the West to the hills
Incredible rhymes, encouraging skills
From rat packs, the smallest crews were enormous
We hit 'em fast with an effortless performance
MCs start fleeing in flocks
Especially those that's more sensitive to heat and shock
[Verse 7:
Inspectah Deck
]
We grindin' down to the bone, my name grounded in stone
I'm Mr. Violence we loungin' with chrome
Mr. Violence we lounge in his home, hit the housing on Rome
Shining like a hundred thousand in stones
Move mountains with poems, got a jones for dinero
1-6-zero my
songs
we throwin' elbows
The hoes cling, sho thing, we know kings
Only dime dikes with minds right, we choose Queens
Yeah, we wild like rockstars who smash guitars
Yo, son, split his face with the toast, he ain't ghost
It's no joke iron coat rifle with the stroke
One toke brains float, shot to the throat
Before the smoke hit, witness the killing, chilling crime scene
Body on the block, eyes open from the shock
Of being popped in the neck
Yet he still held a lit cigarette between his fingers
Danger when you step into the chamber with the Masta
Disaster,
gotta blast ya cause I have to
The rat pack is back from the island of Stat'
Leave you cursed dust, cause you worship the Gat
The first one to snap drunk off the Smirnoff
Blow the bouncer's ear off, let him floss he the boss
Handcuffed, to the turntables like Wizard Theodore
See it's pure, let it rain pearly ounces
Bang him with the thing that hang from the trousers
You don't want no drama, I'm flaming fast
That nigga jumped up and did the Damon Dash
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child 
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Word up, you know how we do
Know what I'm sayin'? No doubt, check it out, y'all
'Nuff respect to my peoples
Bobby Steels on the tracks
Word up, you know what I'm sayin'?
On and on like that, y'all
Mickie Mirrors, understand the born, Reddy Red
Big Von, yeah, no doubt, now Von, yeah
Niggas know the half y'all
Veriano, niggas know
Killer Cage, y'all, word up, you know the half
Niggas on the Island, Rikers Island
Word up, one love niggas upstate
Yeah, check it out, y'all
Niggas know Lex Diamonds my right hand man, yo
Check it out
You know what I'm sayin'? You on the corners and shit, ya know?
Just gotta be on some, hands-down shit, you know what I mean?
Just keepin' ya eyes and ears open at all times
While we rhyme and shine
For my dedicated niggas who love this shit, we doin' it like this
Word up, what's the phenomenon?
Carry on, Don, tranquilizin'
Aiyo, movin' on these niggas like they owe, so bro
You know how we go, we go,
shift 'em out like perico
Fine, protégés off top connectin' like a buildin'
Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children
Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront
Slow-motion in cunt, takin' what we want
You know a kid Asiatic, holdin' power like a Craftmatic
You like your fish fried or battered?
That day, he ratted
Check out the rubies from Diana, jet-skiin' in Atlanta
Makin' some power moves out of Savannah
Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry
Arabics movin' blow like aerobics
That's when his nose itch, yeah
That means it's all in effect
I'm hittin' you, I'm hittin' Buddha
Out in Bermuda, send that twenty-shot Ruger
Continue to slam and mend you like a venue
Get all up in you, oh yeah, your friend too, respect Wu
Yeah, keep them faggot niggas watery
Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me
Shorty pussy extorted me
So it's a science now, RZA, cuttin' they pockets like scissors
Cindafella found him a Wally slipper
Splashin' ends in the glass Benz in Nevada
Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half Timb state robber
All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit
Get on some foul and proud shit
Cheatin' many Koreans, bein' all that I can be an'
Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein'
Light up a tree an'
Don't be breezin' like a blow dryer
Yo, you's a liar like Jeremiah gamin' on the flyer
Yo, Barbarian niggas is carryin'
Thug drug marryin', hittin' Marion off at the Clarion
All my Spanish niggas love us
We movin' like Russia, bone crusher
At the flick, stick the usher
Broke niggas, spot 'em like Cascade in the street masquerade
Faster Blade
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boop bum
She had an ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like a Coke bottles scoring
Pretty young thing loved the swings
At times she got my ding-a-ling hard
When she said push hard, she kept Vaseline
Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blew back
Now held accountable right for my actions
Right before the Wallabee Champ was rocking Wallows
Drawing cards, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolemite, few tips from Goines
Birthday, gave her two fifty cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss
Cherry scent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off
Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth
Wherever God go will be Mrs. Cole
Girl's so pretty, kids with little biddies hope the years go slow, slow
Surrounded by intelligence, life through education healthy minds will grow, grow
Catch me on a bus-stop, dusted, cursin out the cops
But still come and vibe with me
Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting
But you still telling lies to me
Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love
But having strung I suppose, here we go
It's not the way she bubbed the gum
Shooked her ass, I'm not the one
Double dutch, waiting for the bus with faggot Laurie son
Now 'N Later lady 7th floor, building 7-80
Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me
Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on
Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn
I really liked the girl, had dreams about her
Thinking to myself some nights she got 
But hating, was Sheneneh and Grace and Keylolo
Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago
Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit
Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit, so I jumped in
Those were the days, made faces in school plays
Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days
Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller
Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her
Fresh Air Fund, nail’s done, alphabets berets
Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum
Then engage him with them candy rings a-yo, I hit that shit
Got jealous when she kissed Rob
I broke her Chick-O-Sticks
Guys and girls
Y'all remember those days and shit
Girls walk around in school
One ponytail with the beret
Neck's looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean
Those were the days right there
Boston Baked Beans, girls come to school with mad candy
YouknowhatImean
You'd just come in school for half days, and all that
Just to see that little girl right there, no mind to this
Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean
May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean
Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G
That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean
Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean
Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean
A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean
That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man
I wanna go back to school, man
That's my word, man
For real y'all, those were, those were the
Goddamn y'all, you remember
Yo, yo
Back in black, it's your local superhero from the hood
Ironman Stark's got the good
Not that good good like Snoop
,
I bulletproofed the Coop'
Polished up the suit and gathered the troops
Got a brand new ray gun
Me and DOOM heading down to the range to shoot in the matrix
Catch bullets with my hands and teeth
, I break faces
Wild car chases, don of all ages
I saved the world, that's fucking history pages
My Wu crescent shines in the sky at night
Watch how my eagle on my wrist take off into flight
All my might, white glass teeth that write
Ain't a bird or a plane it's a ghost on the mic
Two hammers and a diamond blade sword
Thicker than the Ford F-150, niggas couldn't lift me
As if, stance mad stiff
Metal Face DOOM, beware, he bear gifts
Cab for the shift, overwork, overtime
Jerk, you been warned, go for mine
In the dancehall, play the wall like handball
'Til his pants fall, brawl 'til last call
Loose cannon, squeeze drip
Off to rip this one for the Gipper, get gypped
That nig', ya dig? Don't tip the strippers
Foamposite mask, matching slippers
Yo, where's Starks? Backpack of ammo
Warriors said, "Let your flags blow", camo
These dudes is toys like Wham-O
Damn though, chip paint driving on the gravel with the Lambo
Blammo
Yeah, Solomon marked for life, a million to life
Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid
'89 stick-up kid, King of New York
Regulation party, daddy hard-body
Rowdy Brighton God-body
Smooth like a leather bop, '83 hip-hop
Top of the world, get it rizzight
Dick to your wizzife, murder cats for the right prizzice
Four-hundred and fifty-six on the dizzice
This is real lizzife, ain't nothin sweet, God
Sit down and think it through, God, God
'Cause coming all outta ya face'll get ya clap, God
You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele
Step in to the party, it's me
God Almighty,
Ghost still holdin' that shotty
Dust and Alizé, three-quarter Timbs
Terry-cloth robes,
crisp hundreds in the envelope
Dookied on the globe
Thank God for my Wallabee shoe, it done saved me
Up three-nothing and Salt Lake City
Burgundy minks, whips with sinks in 'em
Broccoli blown, illa disease breathe, elephant skin
Meet the black Boy George
, dusted on my honeymoon
Bitch like my wife, she popped my Ghostface balloon
Bitches think that I'm Dominican, slaf-hash Indian
Milk on my mustache, drop to my chinny-chin
Dive into dangerous parts, buildin' with thirsty mammals
White man scream, "Swim, Starks' sharks"
Smack the jail bail bondsman, strength of eighteen Bronzemen
Tall like Karl Malone "Mailman," frame of Larry Johnson
Tony Montana blow,
creamy white Havana Joe's
Old Suzanna ho,
pussy sweet, banana flow
David Banner, gamma ray shots, beast will marinate
Bones splittin' fatal Wu sword style, amputate
Duck Savanna wait, we splashed the glass, ice rocks
Our cash high price stock, our logo's on your rice box
Plus your dice box on the side upon your white socks
Bobby got the mic cocked, buck-buck, nice shot
She want a thug, not the lawyer-type
A golden boy employed to promote and write
Sort of like an ill De La Hoya fight
I'm eating good, enjoying life
Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white
With no strings attached, pull this might
Toy with my S550 with the raw pipe
Peeling off like snakeskin
Watch the cobra bite, overnight success story
Going jet for me, you rep Wally
That's why your cassette's corny
Your money too short for long convo
You in the game hurting, tryna play
Rajon Rondo.
Millionaire swag
Peep your boys ensemble
Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, coming to America, et cetera
Whoever said the kite is a messenger
Cause I think like the man behind a register
Quick to pull the toaster out
Stomp, choke em out. We over here
Counting Bread, what you loaf about?
Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man
I don't know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man
Straight up, y'knahmean?
It's goin down...
Let's go handle this man...
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one
After the smoke is clear
Delphonics and Wu-Tang still here
After the smoke is done
Wu-Tang, Delphonics number one
Ahhhhh 
I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good
Got to forgive the past, but I never forget it
Nasty girl... nasty girl... try to play me
Nasty girl, you had to be a nasty and try to play me
Nasty girl... try to play me, try to play me
Nasty girl, got to forgive the past, but I never forget it
Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas, scrapin' niggas
Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin' niggas
Yo, you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestlin'
What, you dare me? Back the fuck up, kid, we flexin'
This rap shit bust your gums and leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't function
There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen
Many may come but few are chosen
Pretty niggas want to play the war posin'
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen
Do or die, it be I, Metaphysical Man
Holding court from my Wu indivisible Clan
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin'
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat-seekin' for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin' at these stank bitches
That’s either brainless or bugged, I make switches
From the lamp, I grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll
100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individual
Assholes tend to run from this
PLO extortion
to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin' with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit fully
Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure? About to get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, Engine Engine Number Nine
Niggas wastin' time worryin' about me and mine
Get your own shit
Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs
Kill or be killed on these cobblestone street blocks
Crime boss, I call warn the DeLucas
Watch my eyes turn red, I got a squad full of shooters
Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
When the gas start to hum I put the spark to your grill
I don't touch that swine
,
I want that unnecessary beef
You smoke garbage buds, we smoke tons of keef
Fishing, looking for that big-mouth bass
And flashing, jack your whole stash
In fashion, keep my goons lined
In an orderly fashion
It's glossy with 500 horsies in the Benz
Tinted out to spend the night
You ain't got angel funds is low, stack
Your bitch been a ho, jack
Still scoop her up, bring her home
And blow that, cause Ghost be mostly
Looking pretty toasty
Front row at Mayweather vs. Mosley
With the Bin Laden bottle
A Brazilian model
Got the paparazzi jumping
Like I hit the Lotto
Party hard, like I'm fresh
Out of the cages
Outrageous like Charlie Sheen out in Vegas
You drop your pants to your ankles
At the urinal at the ballgame
I'm on the stool getting brain
From a tall dame, cause I'm 5'8''
Shorty like 6'2''
Feed her coke, locked jaw
Like a pitbull. I was born to rep
You fucking with a hornet's nest
Old shooters in the corner like Hornacek
Young boys that be handling the rock
Chris Paul dish off, hammer in the sock
Gold flakes in the Gold Schlager
The ammo green XJ12, you know the old Jaguar
I got the birchwood lacing the interior
Poppy bagels getting flavored out in Syria
Only the Fonz, best laced plates
That reach maturity, dick sucked by Shannon Doherty
Take your temperature anally and orally
Make a batch of hummus drizzle royally with oil, B
Hopping out the Rolly Royce
Rolls Gold Nuvo
Diamond-studded shoe soles
Flyest nigga you know
Puerto Rican version of Scarface
Fuck with the god's say
Disrespect, piss in your broad's face
Chains stay chunky like Oprah's belly
Got the purple and the brown:
Peanut butter and jelly
When I step up in the spot with the rock, you see the
Popular pop rappers go into their pocket and pull out their wallet
When I click-clack, now get up on the ground
Cause I
Onyx, Pete Rock, Chuck D shut em down
You know Term, I'm the kid with the 'preme beats
Butter Pecan J Lo, chick with the mean cheeks
Rubies on my gold fronts, iced out notebook
Making volcanos in the kitchen when the coke cook
I rode around with all kinds of thugs
High on drugs,
pissing out tiger blood
Record spins, I'm going in
I don't shoot to kill, I play to win
Stay catching up with the cutthroats
Some men shoot a nigga, throw 'em off the tugboat, no floats
The body sinks to the bottom
Or left off the side of the road to smell rotten
The murder sprees, random killings
Ghostface Killah's back attacking villains, hanging from the ceilings
Godfather motives, gangsta mentality
Black superhero with the immortality
Forever, I be creeping in a black mist
Ill night vision with the militant tactics
I glide through the air like a swarm of bees
Shake niggas off quick like a dog with fleas
Raw meat, leave bodies slumped in the street
Revenge is the spice of life, it's so sweet
Ay yo, pipe bombs blowing they souls to Jesus
Don't need nothing but the puzzle glue for the pieces
Meat cleaver cut finger tips like rib tips
Home invasions, cars gonna flip,
DeLucas lose
Pair of cement shoes, tossed in the ocean
Popped until they brain ooze, I won't lose
Blood all on my apron, hog tie 'em up while they try escaping
Peeped the visual, tied 'em up individual
Took their clothes off, season 'em like sausage
Let the pits out to eat 'em, that's the remedy
Attack, kill, bite off their extremities
Blood bath splash my name on my wall
Call it piece delivery, leave a tip on the stall
With an arm, leg, a head
I'm coming for you all
It's the sure shot
Heart of a lion, king of the jungle
I'm a humble killer bee, you as soft as a bumble
I don't crumble, I strike back hard with a vengeance
Attack through these killer words I spit in a sentence
I'm a menace, the black Clark Kent,
caped crusader
The face of a ghost, I disappear in the vapors
You could murder my flesh and bone, soul's invincible
Revenge my death, payback's the main principal
Protect ya neck when you move,
I be lurking in the shadows
Starks, the gangsta nigga, I never lose battles
Pimp nigga, with a superhero logo on my chest
Big Gucci link, GFK on the crest
Icy arm for the eagle with the eight carat ruby eyes
Piss on your motherfucking arm while I'm stupid high
All black down, royalty purple and some ice chips
Two Glock 9's pointed at you in a hype flick
Now I'm alone in the room, and I just stare at the wall
Revenge my death but I'm going through withdrawals
My lost niggas, I miss them this new power and wisdom
Got me thinking I've made a whole lot of bad decisions
Got locals still to deal with, should I kill her?
Throw her fuckin' ass in a cage with a gorilla
Or let her live and treat her like scum of the Earth
I've got goons to feed and babies to birth
I'm the God now, plus I'm a super rich nigga
Do more help than harm, either way you figure
Should I protect and serve or cock and aim destruction?
Let the enterprise take over the force of production
Corruption, my mind state is unpredictable
I'm bulletproof now, back from the dead, I'm invincible
 Yeah
 Word... these Wiz's be buggin God
Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
 Yeah, check it out y'all one two
We back up in this joint! What?
Check the fly shit... yeah
Don't black out on me
Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
Al Deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggas fell victim
Mentally stripped em one God turned Christian
She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
Skin like Cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at
Miss Thing
With a ponytail kept a jar of Vaseline
She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
Like Wiz murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggas, would light the lord over this broad
Big niggas in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
Hanna Barbera fame Geraldo Rivera
Fat ass, whips, big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, spoiler kits, chrome dipped
Wearing loot kicks
Plus G's boomin' beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, confusion yo
The heat is on, yo it's too black it's too strong
In one hour Wu-Tang Clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
Your arena now present, the event of the decade
Long braids and fades, bald heads, finger waves
Extensions, nails
Friday, just got paid
Headlining your marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That shines Godly light upon this hip-hop art form
Yo Dunn, we can't be measured by no chart, the God born
Never bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
Deep inside your core
The explosion stops your menstruation
Cause your stomach inflation
Patiently wait nine months for deportation
Of the Earth from the Moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo Gods, let me born y'all the science about the womb
It's a black hole for those who lose control
Fertile soil for royal and wise
And spoiled many men and took many lives
Loyal brothers changed sides
Only birthed a decimal compared to those who died inside
Oh, yeah, motherfucker
It's real
Y'all niggas hold your guns
Throw your guns down, put 'em down
Yo, we in the fields with heat
You fake niggas eat kid meals to me
We street referees
, we rock
Jean jackets, thick shirts over turtlenecks
Certified doctors in hoods that still oil techs
But wait, roll cameras, Babyface money blowin like Beech Nut
Call off the mutts, it's me again
Ghost, your host this evenin
Tux tight, all sharp, light up a bark, let's mingle
Fetch me a Remy Martin on Diamonds
Flare-leg Gucci joints, I never wore
I might give 'em to my brother-in-law
Fitzpatrick, rich bastard, worth more than Egyptian marrows
Borrow the God jewels, Gucci goggles
That's how the God do,
Motown twenty-five
My orals like Smokey's voice
, little moist, but choice
We guzzle Dom's, smoke with scratchy throats
Live on the edge, bracelets, shades and classy coats
Jumbo in the club, we play Columbo
Frosty the Snowman, frozen as the milky way
Ice on the floor,
El-Producto in the sleeve
In the seam of his mink, he said he don't drink
Think before he talked, he walked like he ordered
Champ room down in Vegas
Vendin machines that shoot Alize', compliments of E&J
]
The streets is rough out here
Crack game came and had us years
What is a man to do? 
The streets is rough out here
Crack game came and had its years
What is a man to do? 
Ayo, ayo, bitch, why the fuck I got lint on my robes?
I can't pimp in these clothes
,
them fuckin' hoes is killin' me
There's no slack for a pimp in these streets, is you feelin' me?
Caddy suede is brush
,
the velvet shirt is crush
The diamonds in my teeth are flushed
,
a fly nigga
Cognac sipper, keep a blade at the tip of my cane
For snakes that slither
,
cry me a river, bitch
Just want my cut of the money
,
you get pimp slapped
I catch your bitch ass acting funny
Get my mink and a fucking suede brush for the Wallows
First Pretty Tone enter the room, then y'all hoes can follow
To swallow, flip tricks, sit dicks and make money
Bring Daddy Pooh Bear back barrel loads of the honey
I'm bumpin the Isleys
, Al Green got a pimp on lean
I got a main bitch, a side bitch and two in-between
Nah'mean? I make a ho polish the chrome of my gun
Cause pimpin' ain't easy but it sure is fun
"I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe"
The fuck?
Yo, somebody sent their wolf pack in their clappin' rounds
Actin' like, what a way to play these clowns
Some shady town guerrillas tryin' to lay me down
Yo maybe Brown, done set it up, who give a fuck?
We vested up, from head to gut, them niggas won't get the best of us
They talk to me, silently they stalk with me
Awkwardly, till they seen my two ninas
Fiendin' let us out of these jeans, would lean'em , leave 'em
Coughin' and bleedin' even, barfin' and wheezin'
Son they- called for it, we at odds, and we gon' make it even
Burning Season long 4 keep pourin' on the heat Lord
The more beef they bring Killa, the more steak to feast off
One shot nearly took a cheek off, should've seen him leapin'
Dancin' like Ed Norton catchin' a smack from Jackie Gleason
Bloody Mooners episode 1 where weapons get spun
And those who gamble with them hammers'll surely death will become
"Get over here woman!"
]
Yo, nigga, pass the mothafuckin' Belvedere, nigga
What the fuck is that? Grey Goose, nigga?
Yo, where the fuck is Tony at, man?
He in the room right here?
(Chill son, chill son, chill son
He gettin' his dick sucked
A bitch suckin' his dick)
Not again, B 
Yo, Tony! 
Yo, hold up 
Oh shit, son, she slurpin' and burpin'
 Listen, listen, listen, listen
Five and a half in boys , ass is off the hook 
High school pussy, heard you got the best nookie
Sugar walls, rocks o' love, slide right on my dick
I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it
I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec
I Feel it at the tip, ma' , ya pussy's too wet
One false move and I'mma blast like the very first time
Burnt you with candle wax fast while you was slobbin' mine
Dick is sensitive, you moved, baby here it is
Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad
Cumin' for days, wettin' ya cage
My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe a douche, I'm here to save the day
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggas
Yo, it's Tone Starks the don, the face of a killer
The voice of the past and presence, I speak thrillers
Rock the purple robe, crush them with 24 karat gold
The chain is chunky like the neck of a monkey
Glass slipper, my wallows is made from lion skin
King of the jungle, ain't shit about me humble
Rock a black panther hoodie, nigga, made from panther skin
I'm black on the outside and black within
The hood superhero, the motherfucking Don Dada
The Don Wilson, nigga, I do what I gotta
I'm a boss, them DeLucas trying to front on my skin tone
I left the fam to start a fam of my own
A black Italiano, big pinky rings from Sicily
I move like the don of the fam, it’s officially
War time Starky, on some black Avengers
Shadowboxing with killers that move like ninjas
I declare war, war on the De Lucas
Bulletproof jet planes, nigga, you can't shoot us
Can't stop my reign or terrorize the power
Tony Starks, new king of this crown, y'all better cower
I'm prepared to go to war for the battle of supremacy
There's nothing now to remedy this decision
The only thing left is the loyalty of the family
Cause once we establish the power they gone turn sour
And use everything in their power to shut us down
We've come to far to turn around Tone
Got a new connect, Don Stone
Flew his private jet from Rome to talk business
He heard about your crime saga poems looking to invest millions
It's up to you Tone, this move can make us both rich
The crew is armed, cocked, and ready to rock steady
It's non-stop hustling, flow of their own casino, RZA Tarantino
It's Wu Gambino for life, you know how we go
And to the last breath blow, mi amigo
Born into a world with violence, death and destruction surrounding him at every turn. Tony Starks took control of his own destiny and aspired to become one of the foremost leaders of the criminal underworld. Regardless of his will, and the ability to run the streets with invincibility, there were still those who chose to stand in his way
Tell your crew to be easy
Niggas run around with them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ
Tell 'em Staten Island's in the house, put the record on replay
Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn those leaves, and, uh
Pretty Tone make the girls say, "Please, daddy, work that D
Put it in and be eas'", and uh, so what? Come on
Now some of y'all people might know me from my Wallabees
Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can dial me
I stick it up like a nice cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me
Floss the ill robes since "Criminology"
Supreme Clientele put the world on top of me
Yo, babe, hurry up with those collard greens
I represent S.I., they ain't as wild as me
They lousy, I'm phat like a pound of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder, squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty
Y'all can just crown me
Yeah, that's right
I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like that shit?
You know what I mean, who really run New York?
This is that Theodore shit, motherfucker
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to the test
We puttin' two to the chest for niggas who rock vests
Food for thought, spittin' out verbs for sport
In these streets you better walk the walk or come up short
Girl, because of you I'm hurting
Within my, within my heart
I know it's not right to be flirting
But a relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clocking
It's time for you to start jocking
Don't want you to see me cry
This is why this is why this is why
I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder
Hey yo god don't fuck with her
I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz
Hey yo lord don't fuck with her
I rocked a ho named Tina from the heart of Medina
Hey yo kid don't fuck with her
Yea that girl Kit Kat, she got the good poody-cat
Hey yo nigga you better fuck with her!
Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in
Yeah
You can put my, dick in your mouth and play with my nuts
But before I bust, babe, I think I'll cum in your butt
I got my, gun on the floor and I'm ready to fuck
Like it's nothing, it's nothing
Yo my, face is wet, got hair on my tongue
Cuz I'mma greedy nigga, absorb pussy juice like a sponge
Feel the pretty warm dick, rub it on your clit
Oh, right before I bust, I spray it on your tits
Switch you over, throw you to the side with one leg up
See the head slide in your hole, he stay up
Dick all shiny, helmet head bulging, smack it on your tooshie
When I hear the  it's wet and it's gooshy
From behind, I'm a master mind, hundred fast ones
And slow it up, because I know how to fuck
Keep your pussy right there, don't move, ooh
Holla at your boy, baby, do what it do
I love fucking you, your pussy's the bomb 
Think about fucking this shit all day when I'm gone
Get up, suck that dick, spit on it, slob on that shit
More bubbles at the knob of that shit
It's my word, you'se a whore, taste good, right?
Turn around, get on all four
 Shut the fuck up
 Shut the fuck up
This ain't no R&B dick, this hood
My slow jam dick is on Thursday's,
if my sugar high
My dick don't get up
, you know I'm the best
Just, shut your mouth up like you under arrest
I'm ready to cum 
Yeah, keep it right 
OK, just rub it up against your hole
Put your thumb in your mouth, and fuck me real slow
Look at me, yeah, baby, I'mma let that go
Tell me you love me  Oh oh
]
Oh shit, don't touch me, don't touch me
I said don't touch me, chill
Let me get a cigarette 
Oh yeah, I forgot  I love when you fuck me like that
I'mma go put up some work at the studio, though
But when I get back, have a little nurse outfit on
With the hat to the side, so I can bend you over
In that little desk we got in the room
In your thigh highs, word up, and I'mma stop at the Adel store
And get one of them little screaming O's
So you can sit your little clit on it and just
Let it buzz off all day  Knowhatimsaying, ma?
I'mma get the nine and move
The slums of a big town as packed with drama and danger as the squalling street of some native quarter. In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an oasis, where one man struggles against the forces that turned his loved one to lives of violence and shame
He spares no one
He was forgotten, but he was someone
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah
So beware of the stare of the Ghostface Killah
Beware, son, I got the stare of Medusa
With the rope tied around your neck, it won't get looser
I might shoot ya, make your ass an example
You can't fuck with Tone Starks, and not get trampled
Get hunted like a rat in a field, I hate rats
Hate fake ass niggas that love to set traps
Murder the don, I'm back with a bird on my arm
Back to pillage, I rock a live grenade as a charm
I want bodies,
DeLucas,
spread into the waters
I want mothers and sons, I wanna murder they daughters
Revenge, all I see is blood in my eyes
Like the rise of your worst nightmare come alive
Ghostface Killah, let's see who's gonna survive
He spares no one
He's not forgotten, cause he was someone
Yo, look away, don't stare into the eyes of a killer
Metal lungies, junkies, nigga, I pack the nine millers and thrillers
Bulletproof robes and wave caps
Revenge mode, nigga, you know Ghost gon' stay strapped
Hunt 'em down in alphabetical order
Each person that crossed me, watch the man slaughter
The butcher, the baker, the torturer, the taker
I'mma send you right back to your maker
A few extra holes, miss your soul sold to the devil
It's the rebirth of slick brought back as a rebel
I'm immortal, gonna kill generations of your fam
You tried to loathe my legacy away, but I stand stronger
GFK, the pain prolonger
He was a lonely man, they killed him
Cause they didn't understand
Though his spirit possesses a rhythm
As the words on this record unleashes the Ghostface Killah
Analyze This shit like De Niro
Words in your center ear hole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero
, we been right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass windows
Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows
At fake cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your liquor bottles
At hood rats to the richest models
We conversate like Christ and the Twelve Apostles
And life without you, held counsel with great men
To murderers in the state pen
Being caged in
the wages of sin
Before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in
'Cause here we want the head of Satan
Doo-rags and our pants hanging
*Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again*
Uh-huh, uh-huh that's right y'all
Street corners, jail niggas
Riker's Island, Ge-Grey Haven
Big Un, that's right y'all
Word up, all y'all, all y'all crumbs
We made it, nigga step the fuck off
True indeed, true indeed
Yeah, Ready Red, that's right, my nigga Born
That's right yo, Lil' Free in the feds
That's right, you'll be home nigga
Yeah, we made it
Yeah, C Allah, word up
That's fam
Yeah, check it out, Staten Island
True indeed, Five boroughs
Check it, uh-huh
Red wine and pink veal
Unknowing that this would be his last meal
Comfortable he’s made to feel, six inch stiletto heel
Kept his refills filled
Titties like big ass, kept him still for the real deal
Hitman from Brooklyn, Tommy gun specialist
Our one accomplice, sipped Courvoisier at the bar
Then waited till she lit a cigar
Then sprayed
In shattered wine glass he lay, he never saw it coming
Yo, murder one, bullets went fast through the flesh
I cocked the sawed off shotty, put a hole in your chest
Blow your lungs out, I've seen you been smoking for years
You got no heart, I'll hunt you down like Cape Fear
Push your brains out the back of your head, blow off your hands
Leave your body in a dumpster, head in the trashcan
Cell catching scene look clean as a whistle
Ghost carved through your skin tissue til the bone grizzle
I used to rob and steal, now I make food for thought
Fresh like the air you snort
I drop jewels, little nuggets of wisdom, seeds that keep growing
Paying my debts to society, so no more owing
Now it's showing and proving, keep the body moving
Exercising the mind is scientifically proven
To increase your lifeline, strengthen your heart
Eat fish, that brain food'll get you smart
Yoga, deep meditational tactics
You no good then just practice, cause practice makes perfect
Stop burying your lies and bring the truth to the surface
Money is the root to all evil, that cash rule
Will have you out there looking like a damn fool
That's the devil's bait, the all mighty dollar tree
Will have your mind fooled by tricknology
Make the right choice, no need for an apology
Yo, yo, the light is the Sun, the Sun's the Father
The Father is the man on Earth, we try harder
To teach one, preach one, just 'knowledge the wisdom
Can't figure right from wrong, it's a tough decision
My vision is light, some come to me when yours black out
Follow the footprints as I lay the tracks out
He's a righteous God, I want the best for mankind
Navigate through this war without blowing a landmine
My light shines from the east, my brother
Verbally I spit, I'm a beast, my brother
March through the blackness, search for the ray of lights
Don't walk barefooted through the grass 'cause that's where the snake strikes
Protect ya neck, evil lurks in the shadows
Darkness is best where the Devil wins battles
The weak fall victim, the strong sound diligent
Guerilla, we gully but manage to stay militant
Super stars, our ego is so top billing it
Follow me son and I'll show you how I'm killing it
These wolves is vicious, assigned to danger
The changer, I'm 'bout to pull you all through a chamber
Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because we spaz out
Who's these righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at Allah's best
Puttin' on the hits, it's no contest
Now, who the hypest in New York City?
Wu-Tang! Radio stop shittin on me
Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama
She famous for her slaps and to this day she's honored
But when I was a lil dude her son was a lil rude
I picked the peas off my plate and pour juice in a nigga food
Get beat, then I'd run and tell grandman "mama hit me for no reason"
She whipped me hard when I finished eatin
And felt that belt stingin after I wet that bed
Hid my drawers and start cryin, when she felt that bed
Caught another when I told her those the fake pro-keds
In the corner weavin and screamin trying to block my head 
Nowadays kids don't get beat, they get big treats
Fresh pair of sneaks, punishments like have a seat
Back then when friends and neighbors would bust that ass
And bring you back to your momma she got the switch in the stash
That's back to back beatings
Only went outside for free lunch with welts on my legs still leakin yo
"Take me across her lap
She used to whip me with a strap
When I was bad"
"—bad"
"Take me across her lap
She used to whip me with a strap
When I was bad"
"—bad"
"Sorry boys
All the stitches in the world can't sew me together again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch me out in Fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth street
Always knew I'd make a stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
Last of the Mohicans
Well, maybe not the last
Can't come with me on this trip, Loaf
Gettin the shakes now
Last call for drinks
Bar's closin down
Sun's out
Where we goin for breakfast?
Don't wanna go far
Rough night
Tired, baby
Tired..."
"Greatest trick the devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world he didn't exist
And like that, he's gone"
I would die for a sun , can being richer and cruel
Reachin a full 98, and got the kids in the pool
Isn't it cool how it spreads joy, hons lay in it
And it's hard to go back to work, when your lunch breaks finished
Straphang before, so it's a fact I support
Feeling the warm sun rays, upon your back as you walk
The heat-driven, A theory I plung to deep living is
Souls have to go through the sun to reach Heaven
And, sensing retreat, our souls badden the scene
Madame believe, since dinosaurs, and Adam and Eve
That Sun's hovered, to the extermination of us
It's a peephole, which leads to the firmament above us
Who can take a raindrop and turn it to glee
And drawn up 6 miles, over tropical isles and bring it to the sea
Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist
Smack you in the back of your head on the block while you holding your dick
My semi, they call it the crouching tiger
A hundred bowls of Total is trash, because my lead eat through fibers
Peel your potato like Ore-Ida
On the day of your death people had candles but couldn't find no lighter
Fuck your mural! Fuck your hood!
You ain't a street legend like me!
Blake Carrington holding the Dynasty
I muffle motherfuckers up like Meineke
And write a thousand bar verse that all rhymes with "E"
Jewel thief, Shizzam bangles, in the vault deep
And cruising deserts mad heavy into salt treats
I'm the taste in Bush's mouth, nasty
Afghanistan missions, gun training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggas off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffing on caffeine!
Ah, man, come on, Tone
You sleepy eyes, man
I told you before, son, yo
You gotta stay focused out there look
Look out the window, man
DeLucas mob, son, you know who they are
Them same motherfuckas, yo, I've seen her with the niggas before
She's a set-up chick
Young aggressor, born into the life of crime
I would walk down the street strapped with two nines
Bitch smacking, jacking niggas, G dub stacking figures
Police drive by, I was click-clacking triggers
Jay De Lucas put me with the fam to grow
I was a boss amongst white boys rocking the 'fro
I had hoes, bankrolls and minks by the dozen
My rise to power was quick,
they just wasn't
Tryna make me a made man, they fucked up the game plan
I blacked out on them and started my own clan
Black Gambino, black suits, the black Syndicate
My crime fam was tight, every move was intricate
The coke was brought in from bad Colombian mules
Gorgeous women that I draped down in jewels
Streets fight started, mafia wars in Italy
Crime fam against fam and no one could do diddly
Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper cause it's the
cash that rules
Fuck the law of the fam, it's the law of the land
You don't like how I move then try to force my hand
I'm moving
keys,
them DeLucas
couldn't touch my pianos
Putting pressure on them Gambinis and Verrazanos
They love my money, they hate to see a nigga getting it
Selling drugs is taboo, but I ain't fucking sweating it
The dirt gotta get done so I took my position
One day I'm just Black Tone with a lot of ambition
Next I got status, dinners with all courses
Flights in and out of the country, they getting nauseous
Money, power, respect; rise of the black suits
Talk shit behind my back, but to my face salute
Hugs and handshakes, they can't stop my reign
Got the coconut,
pilots bringing shit on their plane
It's a shame, they ain't have the balls to make moves
They pussies,
couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules
Do the dirty work, bring in the coke by the boatloads
Go against the grain, nigga, I feed nose holes
Follow no family rules, rules are for fools
Chase the paper cause it's the cash that rules
Dirty told me to rock the spot 
Freak the beats 'cause the streets is raw 
Don't believe what you see, just watch 
Speak to the seeds, give 'em lead on jobs 
Educate, keep it peace with Gods 
In return, happiness in globs 
We see the future like a psychic's palm
Things I'm saying are true
And the way I explain them to you
Yes, to you, listen to me
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
I'll buzz you
Holla, holla, holla if you want to
I'll buzz you
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed
War, we run these streets like a renegade
Get that gwap, til the rent is paid
Hunt my prey, in the Cavalcade
Revenge is got, when the boss is slayed
Yo, it's a manhunt, my mentality's militia
If my four-fifth had lips, I'd make it French kiss ya
Cuz no mission's impossible, I carry my Wu-Tang sword
On my back, and attack all obstacles
Burnt down buildings,
avenging my father's death
A store for ransom, and snatch your crystal meth
I pillage, my warpath is unpredictable
Leave 'em dead on arrival, broke up or critical
War nine
,
frying swine to pork rinds
For trying to walk the fine line, thoughts flying
Had more fun with a crooked rookie
Went for his gun,
cracked his skull like a fortune cookie
A mind reader
, find out, speak, freaks bow
With the nine heater, beat feet and smile now
Ten paces, about face, chase me
We make it sound crazy than a case of M-80's
Cutthroats, murdersprees, and killings were synonymous with his gangsta life before his passing. So it'da only seem fitting that it would become the embodiment of his new life
I keep having flashbacks of blasting at you bastards, cutting outside the benches
Got convicted of the gun charge and laughed at my sentence
Four years, five flat post-release supervision
For niggas spitting in the wind, but that's what I get for missing
So soon as I hit the bridge again, niggas is finished
Ninja mode on a mission out to end your existence
Think I'm sitting up in prison
With a tin of L, in a cell, sick ass hell, listen
Everyday is like christmas, I miss my seed and my missus
But I see em on visits, I ain't stressing over pussy
Beat my dick to her pictures
When they free me I'mma see you, leave you food for the fishes
Hope the Luca crew is in for the fixing
Now get the henchman, line em up
Tommy gun em down, the muzzle extension
Tear they flesh off if one of em flinching
Those who fear his return, must face the catastrophe
The Catastrophe
Those who fear his return, must face the catastrophe
The Catastrophe
The Catastrophe
I formed a crew, niggas straight tell me I'm slipping
I'm the boss of the fam, I need to watch my position
Bitches are sneaky, trifling and not to be trusted
A weak link in the team and the chain will get busted
Don't trust her, love is for suckers
Too many enemies is out there son, tryna bring the ruckus
Keep a tight circle, don't let her rain on your parade
Keep doing what we're doing, getting money and getting paid
Enemies all around me, one mistake and they'll down me
They just wanna rain on my parade
I said the enemies all around you, one mistake and they'll down you
They just wanna rain on your parade
It's mind-boggling the heart wants it, the mind rejects it
Fuck the past, let's put the present in perspective
That's my lady, she would never back-stab or cross me
Stand butt-naked in the storm, sipping the frosty
You force me to choose, I'ma follow my heart
She was there from the beginning, but I tore 'em apart
No more Delucas, straight Killa Bee on the Swarm
And when it's time to get big, she put her game face on
He used to sling in the stairwell
Fast to put the rap on a thinking cap, ignite your hair gel
No such thing as the fair sale
He'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail
And on this level a thug will sell your garbage
No refund, the only exchange from the cartridge
But the users just kept coming back with their life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning
The outcome tragic, the household dramatic
Living rooms for heating spoons, basements for addicts
Support from a bean, hit the courts from a fiend
Who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team
So he sent them gifts, body parts per diem
In a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em
Ayo, it's war on the street, blood on the cobblestone
I leave 'em buried alive, just like a fossil bone
Body bags line the streets, reporters reportin'
Mafia ties, drugs and extortion
DeLucas vs. Stark-iano, headline the news
Police pull war on crime, they're gonna lose
Judges get kidnapped, captains get decapitated
Starks rise above all to be emancipated
Black Godfather, families at war
Drive bys and Molotovs settle the score
Butcher shops are filled with chopped up casualties
I made sure to keep guns in all my faculties
The streets run red when the bosses disrespect us
Neglected, I guarantee no man's protected
To each his own, grab a gun off the shelf
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your eyes in the barber chair
The heart of a lion, that's what got him here
Bulletproof the car, yo, we outta here
Fuck the DeLucas, we've got shooters with submachines
Bone-crushing niggas like a football team, under a new regime
The old we throw it out,
spin back the hammer, let the lord sort 'em out
Keep your gun cocked, at the whorehouse, sip the brown liquor
While we move a quarter ounce, pick the territories
Move north or south, the high power shine, yours is watered down
I'm underground, with the vest is on, open up your head
Now your flesh is torn, never turn my back up at restaurants
Put holes in your chest, come test the don
45 in my holster, let me stretch my arms
So the DeLucas want Tone? Nah, not today
Cock and spray, side with 'em and you've got to pay
Don't even kill 'em, just make 'em feel a lot of pain
Stake out his wife and his seed at the soccer game
Greet 'em with open arms, beat 'em with no regard
Feed 'em two two-threes, freeze 'em, leave 'em with no resolve
Make a lead on me, repping for the territory
No stepping on me, brethren that's a negatory
You want a war? These men pop dangerous
Taking all in a 10 block radius
Murder rate double, triple, cripple the strip
Like it got hit with a couple of missiles
8 will fly through your door, I'll get in your crib
In a wig, in a cable guy uniform
My shooters maneuver, we've got DeLuca in the scope
Moving close, say the word, Tone, dude is ghost
Saturday night, Uptown
Riding past Kansas Fried Chicken
What's popping kid, we in the mix
It's chilly
40 below
Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's
Blow on my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop fronting Duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the beige boots
Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
You asked the wrong guy son
I'm from Atlanta, yeah we know Mr. Coles
Flew in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been watching you, crazily
The whole Staten Island shitting on you
Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley
Holding snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
Not truck today, still looking fly, still slammed up hung
You mind popping your trunk, slow your pace
Starks fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probash'
You dealing with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watching you
Make me wanna lick shots at you
You disgust me, screwing me down, grab my gun
Go head bust me
Heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your legs
Just found a roach in your tray
It's not mine fucker, what I said
You make the 13th nigga
A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo
Where the hell's the RZA
He's selling mics, wireless joints
Special made to go off in your hand and which went out on point
Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib bugging out
On how po' live, hating plus harassing the kid
Park the truck in the double face garage
Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega real
Flashing me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News
NAACP committees
{​​​*abruptly ends*}​​​
Ayo, I'm lost underwater
I see a pink door with a crystal handle, so I keep swimming
Amazed that I'm not drowning
Butterflies took control when I arrived, I opened the door
No I knocked first, I'm not on my turf
I seen a ray of lights that resemble live fireworks
Some mermaids with Halle Berry haircuts flashing
They tail like follow me now, don't be afraid
I'mma show you where all the djinns and spirits pray
If you scared to face this life you shouldn't stay
So I kept on swimming, grabbed on to her fin to help me out
As we got close I seen the boat all shot up with his anchor out
Then she asked me politely what I'm thinking about, I said nothing
She said nothing leaves nothing
If you feel me I bet this'll bring that out
I seen rubies, diamonds, smothered under octopus
Jellyfish sharks soar,
aquaproof pocketbook
Pearls on the mermaid girls
Gucci belts that they rock for no reason from a different world
Up ahead lies Noah's Ark, but that's waves away
And way to the right, that's one of our bangin spas
She quoted I took notice, Spongebob in the Bentley Coupe
Bangin the Isleys, he slow backed up
Then he passed me swoop, seen his chick eyein me hard
He got vexed and smacked his boo
Took off, continued my travels
Seen a rock from the Titanic,
looking fat and nah it wasn't damaged
Then I seen somethin real big
Sky blue and gold with whitewalls, behind a large city
That was lost before Christ walked the walk
Upon the waters that's so bright
Everytime we got close the mermaid held on tight
All I heard was "Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"
"
Bismillah ar-Rahman, ar-Raheem
, Allah screamed"
That we heard from afar, everyone selat
In the world's banginest mosque got crowded in
With life that I can't explain
They said sir yes I'm glad you came, greeted me with Qu'rans and Torahs
Prayed after that we said amen
My name is Knuckles nigga
Niggas call me Knuckles straight up
Yeah, My real name is Clyde man
Straight up and down man
Clyde Smith, nigga, I'm from the Wally Era, nigga
Straight up, and all my big niggas know
All my niggas that did all that time?
They know how I get down
When I come in, I come in
Straight up, P.O.'s all those niggas, salute me
They, listen man, straight up and down
Five boroughs and all that, I owns that, I owns that
And I'm a Staten Island nigga, straight up
Niggas see that, niggas be like "Yo, let him thru"
That's a made nigga right there
And he gonna punch you in the mouth if you say somethin slick
You see these shits right here?
I'm a die with these on, dig?
Yeah, that's right
And I'ma be up here for a minute
And I ain't goin nowhere
And I'm usin' that phone, and I'm have my little snacks and all that with me
And I dare a nigga to go in my locker
Because yo I'm not playin wit ya niggas man
I'm tellin, you
If you want some ask me for it
And if I like you like that
I'm a hold you down
Whether you think you gon try to on me, that Tom & Jerry shit on me
And have my fingers smashed on the ceiling
Never, never duke
I'm tellin you, I'm a snatch you up there
I'm a snatch you out that little Iceberg t-shirt you got on and that little platinum bullshit ass chain you got
Straight up, and your haircut game is fucked up
I too tired of niggas
Them niggas dudun dudun nigga
Straight up, yo that nigga 50 Cent?
That's yo, I don't even know why he try to do that little dumb ass shit
Right there
But I'm a tell you somethin
You could say all them other niggas name
But niggas, niggas gon see them based on that big daddy
I know why they ain't bark on you
Cuz they ain't try to let your new broke ass trying to come out in the game
And act like they lettin you live off they scruff
Ok, you ain't even that big, dig?
And if I see you up in here
I'm a have about 500 wolves on you
And that's *kiss* that's word to everything, duke
You just fucked up, you fucked up bad
I don't even know man
Matter fact, I'm a kick you in ya ass and all that shit
Gon take ya little watch and all that
You know?
But yo like I said 50, you a bird and niggas gonna see you
Faggot ass nigga
Dangerous, lethal vocals enter the cranium
I got skeleton bones of titanium
Iron heart, black souls, I live for vengeance
It's the emotional details I leave in every sentence
Dangerous, lethal vocals enter the cranium
I got skeleton bones of titanium
Iron heart, black souls, I live for vengeance
It's the emotional details I leave in every sentence
I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known
Like a kiss on a, collarbone
I wanna be ya, best friend, your homey and your king
And bring to fruition, all of your dreams
And so you're having my baby
So stay forever my lady, like Jodeci
Now, push  harder 
I'd rather you be wifey, than to be a baby father
Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up a lung
Sleeping on my murderous type ones'lI get you done
I'm looking at these cutthroat kids and how they live
It's like we was partners in spades and you renege
Can't fuck with no nigga like that, he get me jack
Or sent back, meaning whole life fade to black
Whole 7 and a half, up right and roll tight
Fool me once but can't fool me twice, I'm 25
To life on this mic device I'm nothing nice
A mixture of long wild rice and Old Spice
Inflicted, rap addicted, track I stick it
Flip it, daddy long dick it, slide
A little bit beyond twisted, mind in stitches
You thought weak but meant wicked
Niggas choke off my secondhand smoke, lifted
Everyday is like my birthday I'm mad gifted, dead calm
Hit me with the 18 Bronze/Buddha Palm
About to blow like Napalm, go for your arm
Prepare for the warfare or buy a share
Oh what the fuck we dealing with, yeah
Johnny about to go there, need another year
Bust a shot for my sons that didn't make it here
 - repeat 2X
That's right sexy lady
Come and have a seat baby
Come get a taste of this Patron and Nuvo
This that Jimmy Neutron baby
Your lipstick lookin all good put your lips on this baby
Come sip on this, aight?
Check it out, let's go
Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn
Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen
You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue
Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva
Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
Raw dick it down, love me, even if I'm holdin condoms!
Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print
Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips
Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride...
Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation
'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
She was so fly, get high, well understood
Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
Came up out the darkness, searching for light
I know home is where my heart is
And now nothing seems right
I tried to make peace and cut my losses
And carry on somehow
But I've come much too far, man
Too late to turn back now, here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
On the count of three
He landed right in front of the first floor balcony
Blood, brains is splattered
He was dead
And the cops never came
That's Stapleton
All, all, all in together now
We getting fresh, getting right for the weather now
And if we fall in the game, yo, that's never now
Come to my projects and we'll air you out
I'm an alien from way past the moon you see
I had to Shazam the anthem, it was new to me
Lunacy,
puny humans
tryna heckle
I got the filter of Bill Burr
, I'm a rebel
Level up, pour some wine and import it to my face
You dumb, like skinny jeans on a 42 inch waist
Style wild, like a tantrum from Anakin's grandson
I call the shots like I'm shootin' with a Stan Van Gun' 
Trail blazin',
hair raisin' like a man bun
I'm so psycho in mics,
you SoulCycle in tights
These heels turn on a legend like Acura keys
Gap factories how I'm catchin' casual tees
Nah, I like this take
Poppin' shit at Esoteric, that's a life mistake
I'm a mic veteran, hit like BJ Penn
Your future lookin' bleak like you tryna be Jay's friend
You put the Es' in wordplay, you get swordplay
So you know that stabbin' tracks is my forte
Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime
So it seems like it doesn't make sense
Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke
They kept going  like they had shit in they throats
They had stacks on the tables, cables
I had to say it was like
early May
A few days 'til my birthday date
, baby date
I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique
Told him to throw in that
Supreme Cliee-ente
He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink
I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink
Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks
Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink
Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses
Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses
Toney with the Montana, I came to play
With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay
Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige
I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage
I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on
What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria?
Y'all money that long?
Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking
You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him"
And this one bitch called me Fat Albert
The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it
Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets
They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me
Just because you left home, this is Tone
Yo, you see I flip stones
Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned
3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks
And they picky when it come to they dick
If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well
Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells
Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail
And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell
Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop
College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop
And all I ask in life's for you to be careful
Stay focused, take care of your health
Have kids and marry a prince
Good luck and happiness
And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow
The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow
And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library
You got the right conversation, education and looks
With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks
Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid
Computer wizard, you about to get paid
Yea
You know I just met y'all
And I love y'all already and all that
But I gotta get off that nose candy
To make it in life and all that shit
That's why I'm here
I'm like a father figure and all that shit
I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but
Ya'nawm sayin?
Cause I drop jewels all over the place
Y'all too pretty for that
Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt
I just want you to snap out of it
You know why? cause you's a
That's right, it's real!
It's that muthafuckin' Theodore Unit
Nahwhatimean? Staten Island, live shit, y'all
Straight up and down, nothin' but that cutthroat shit
Blowin' niggas back home, you know what I mean?
I don't give a fuck... we could take it there
Whatever, hits? We got 'em, nigga!
Yeah, now I'mma strangle the game!
No doubt, it's real right now, muthafucka
Y'all niggas done done it, fuck y'all yeah
I'mma get the fuck outta this booth
Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal?
Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peel
Is it real realer than Pitssburgh steel
Yo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodils
Got buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves on
Fully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs on
While I'm in the kitchen pretending to be Raekwon
Watching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake on
Fiends love me like a Drake song
Rep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day long
Black Wall Mafias Wu-Tang Sopranos
Niggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianos
Niggas steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the opera
Niggas steady rocking dreads you ain't even Rasta
Take your New Era off and reveal
The faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeled
Then we out to Brazil I know niggas in Negril
That'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grill
Take the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grill
Send a finger to your moms and let her know that it's real
Nigga we in the field like Chris Johnson
It's 2010 how the fuck we get 6 Thompsons
Top 10 how the fuck you gonna forget Compton
Every rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped in
I started soowoo I'm the reason for that 5 shit
Came in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shit
Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit
Naked pictures R&B bitches all in my Sidekick
How I be killin the pussy should be a hate crime
Got a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTime
Back to fucking project bitches now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga I can't waste mine
I son niggas like it's day time
Grey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist lines
Smooth as a baby's ass and I got that Baby cash
Catch me in the hood same deals Old Navy had
Motherfucker
I know where you been, where you are, where you goin'
I know you're the reason I believe in life
What's the day without a little night?
I'm just tryna shed a little light
It can be hard
It can be so hard
But you gotta live right now
You got everything to give right now
I've been on the low, I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine 
I've been on the low, I been taking my time
I feel like I'm out of my mind
It feel like my life ain't mine
I finally wanna be alive, I finally wanna be alive
I don't wanna die today, I don't wanna die
I finally wanna be alive, I finally wanna be alive
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
Pain don't hurt the same, I know
The lane I travel feels alone
But I'm moving 'til my legs give out
And I see my tears melt in the snow
But I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna cry anymore
I wanna feel alive, I don't even wanna die anymore
Oh, I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't even wanna die anymore
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go  like the Dobermann said
I still think the  would go over your head 
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of pada-
Yeah, uh, yeah
Livin' life like this
Gotta paint a picture when I write like this
Tales from my hood, not a sight like this
Where they up to no good on a night like this
And they murder motherfuckers just 'cause
Type of shit I see, you probably wonder where I was
I was in the crib, just sittin' on the rug
Basedheads comin' through lookin' for the plug
Now, born and raised in my area
Beautiful by day, by night it's hysteria
Fuck around and bury ya tonight
Ridin' with my homies on sight
Momma tell me to come in at night
Now I really gotta go, but they never know
Livin' life to the fullest, I gotta blow
Po-po finna bust in the door, we got blow in the crib
In the kitchen over there next to the baby with the bib
Goddamn, what it feel like, middle of the night
Wakin' up, scared for my life
Never had the heat, just a knife
When the gat go blat like that
Guarantee you it’s a wrap
Finna put you on your back like that
Just breathe, while their mama grieve
Bullet to the dome like an Aleve
Gotta leave for the premises, to murder my nemesis
No, no, uh, uh, just stop, stop, stop
‘Fore they even call the cops
Do it for the money and the bitches
And the drugs and the props
Tell me why another body even gotta drop
Get shot off top for some shit that was gang related
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Livin' life like this
Hope little Bobby never fight like this
Stab a motherfucker with a knife like this
All about the money on a night like this
Run up in the crib, put a bullet in your rib
Got a lot to give, but I never had the chance
Never had the chance, yeah
Stay strapped, but I hate it when I take it out
If you want it I'ma lay it out
Hope my little brother make it out
Every night what I pray about what I pray about
Check it, uh yeah, got a son on the way
But I cling to the streets even though I wanna run away
I imagine a better life
Where I never had a debt in life
Hit you with the *gunshots*
in the dead of night
Sellin' crack to my own pops
Pushin' this weight on my own block
If I sell a brick I can buy a house
If they find the key they might lock me up
But I take the chance 'cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck
Take the chance, 'cause I need that shit and don’t give a fuck
—
Get down or lay down
Hit ya with the Beretta, you better stay down
Stray shots on the playground
Livin' how I'm livin' with the life that I'm given
Anybody that’s ridin' with me, I’m ridin' with 'em
Show me the enemy, and I'ma hit 'em
The second I bit 'em, I get 'em
And hit 'em with the venom
Ain’t no need to pretend I'ma never do it
I knew it, already been through it
I do it for the street, for the fam, for the life
Anybody that's gang related
Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the Energizer
Yeah, I'm supplyin' the wood like Elijah
In the cut, smokin' on indica
Might fuck around and compartmentalize ya
They say, they say life is a bitch
And if that is the case then I'm finna surprise her
No, I am not an advisor, but I do advise ya
To pay attention, never need to mention
I'm that motherfucker bustin' heads
Finna push it to the ledge
Yeah, I been smokin' my meds
Ain't got no love for the feds
Can't let fame go to yo' head
Fuck with me, watch where you tread
I'm finna kill it instead
I'm finna, I'm finna, I'm finna
I will, I will, do it like I never done it
And I wanna run it and I wanna keep it goin' and goin'
Like infinity, be the only entity to ever rip it apart
From the start like this, from the heart like this
Finna murder it, a million miles a minute, no nitrous
Doin' righteous
I-I been, I-I-I been down this road before
Everybody think that they do but they don't
Swear to God that they would but they won't
Spittin' riddles in the middle of a past-time
Me in my mind, feelin' divine, like yeah
Finna get it like yeah—yeah
Like yeah, like yeah 
I done made 20 million dollars 
I don't flex to be acknowledged 
At this point it's common knowledge 
All you haters been abolished 
You in the club throwin' dollars, but I'm savin' mine so my kids go to college 
Or maybe whatever they wanna do 
Just as long as they never say 
"Daddy blew 20 million dollars 
He had to flex to be acknowledged 
He in the club throwin' dollars
And now cannot afford to send me to college 
Daddy just wanna be loved
Just like everybody wanna be accepted 
But somehow he had neglected
Me and my momma for all of this rap shit" 
No, I cannot fuck with that shit 
No, I cannot fuck with that
Who you know dropped an album
Back to back to back to back to back to back again?
I'm back again to snap again
And goddamnit, it ain't no other way around it
Yeah, it's happenin', 'cause I've been livin' in a world on my own
Leave me alone, I'm in the zone
Where I've been prone to destroy shit
You cannot avoid this, wack mothafuckas have annoyed this
Yes, you know I enjoy this
Preach, mothafuckin' preach
Yeah, I'm tryna reach everybody in the streets
Writin' words to the beats
Each one teach one, yeah, I'm tryna reach one
Who the beast one?
That be me, on the top to the East one
Tell me how you really wanna do it right now, time to murder this
Shout out everybody, no fuckin' around, ain't heard of this
Heard of us, we ain't goin' nowhere, it's a herd of us
Hold up, roll up
Levitated like I'm David Blaine
Livin' a dream like I'm David Aames
Talk all you want, we are not the same
Step in the spot, now they know the name
Sold more albums my first week than Harry Styles and Katy Perry
If that ain't a sign of the times
Then I don't know what is, man this shit is scary
'Cause bitch, I've been blowin' up like C-4
And I'm 3 for 3 like a free throw
Anybody hatin' on the boy, take a step back and then deep-throat
Now my phone blowin' up like ring
Like ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
That Kevin Durant, I'm a champion
Check the numbers, I'm a champion
Can't sleep on the boy anymore
But the haters that love to hate gon' pop an Ambien
Star Lord, champion
Know the name, now they know the alias, that's for sure
Gave 'em 44, now here's 44 more
I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I'm just a sucker for pain
More pain
Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'
For more pain
Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'
For more pain
Got me beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin'
For more pain
Got me beggin'...
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know, how it go
Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody need something
Everybody love, everybody know
Okay I was gone for a minute but I'm back now
Sit the fuck back down
Seem like everybody nowadays Hollywood
Oh, it's like that now?
I'ma show you mothafuckas how to act now
I'ma show 'em how to act
I'ma show 'em how to act
Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
People callin' me, askin' me for money, man
The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God
Little brother, this is yo' sister, you're busy, I get you
But I insist you call me back 'cause I miss you
I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
'Cause lately it feel like I’m just not yo' sister at all—all
Uh, I’m sorry for callin' and bawlin', I’m all in
And I feel like I'm fallin' lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I’m me, but still
You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
Better, but you been answerin' me lesser and lesser
So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
And as for... oh no, he left and he ain’t comin' back
I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that
No longer cookin' crack in my kitchen, cuttin' an' sellin' that
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God
I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud
Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be wit' me
And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me
Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure
Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother
How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
To perish right by the Eiffel,
come now
Please don't be spiteful of all my small talk
I think we're overdue a long talk
When I see kids around the way, I say how I'm your dad
It gets me thinkin' 'bout incredible moments we've had
And on the real, I'm tryin' so hard not to bug you
But do you think you could stop rappin' about my drug use?
I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend
Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19
And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there
And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care
Of anything I need, of yo' family
Can I have some tickets to your next show?
Would you stand wit' me?
Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?
I forgot to mention I got divorced from yo' step-mom
My mind goin' crazy, but I still look hella calm
Maybe you could tell *beep*
I've been feelin' under pressure
Hey, what's up, bro? This Ralph, I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Uh, Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Uh, yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that.
I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know?
So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been callin' me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and
Brenda
's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick"
'cause you know we all fuck with Debbie
. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate.
You ain't—you ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it
. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy.
Alright, nigga, hit me
Uh, yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant
Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent
I know that you been insistin', I know that birthday I missed it
I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place
Thoughts off in another world, I started seein' another girl
It fell through, man, what a world
But I'm so focused on my craft, on employin' my staff
Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft
This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss
Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
Meanwhile, people outside of my blood askin' for favors
I don't owe you a fuckin' thing, you best switch yo' behavior
Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through, uh
We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how yo' child?
Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul
Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm callin' you right now
I heard that you was poppin' E, stop resortin' to the vowel
How my mama, how she doin'? Does she know what I'm pursuin'?
I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doin'
They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth
I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth
This is everything I love, this is everything I need
Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart it bleed
This is everything I love, everything I need
Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart bleed
Under pressure, I've been feelin' under pressure
Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting.
Um, a friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I did call you, you weren't able to answer or whatever. Just wonderin' how things are going.
Deb and I aren't together anymore, um... Livin' on my own, you know, um...
Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you don’t know, my sisters and your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grindin', you know?
And um, I don't wanna hear you joinin' the Illuminati
'cause then I gotta kill ya. Hm-hm, I love you, son, bye
I can feel you in my lungs, feel you in my veins
Bloodstream only way to make it to my brain
I tried some others but man they just not as good as you
Going crazy 'cause I only feel this good with you
Maybe I'm just not as strong as I once was
When we're together lately I don't even feel a buzz
I'm addicted to this shit like it was hard drugs
Nikki baby, I love you but now I gotta go
'Cause in the end what happens you already know
Probably wonder where I been at, I been laying low
But in my mind I'm wondering what I'm paying for
All these other bitches on my dick but I can't fuck with that
You're the only girl I need I gotta have you back
Even though you turn my lungs black 
Tell me where you been Jack
Uh, I know this shorty that go by the name of Mary
I used to fuck her way back when I didn't know a thing
Skipping school with all my homies on some truancy
But when I ended things with her it was just you and me
Doing me good, that's what I thought at first
Me and you together, swear to God that's all that worked
Away from you though man it's just so hard to work 
Uh, my heart is hard at work
We been together like ten years
Goddamn, took me as a young man
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go
What will they write upon my grave?
A free man born as a king, who died as a slave
But everything he gave her was for nothing though
Oh no I can't fade that shit I gotta let you go
You got me tripping like a flight to Vegas
All this shit you got me doing man it's outrageous
All I know is I'm living the life I never would
Finally let you go, I thought I never could
Don't get me wrong, can't forget the times shared
Seem like everywhere I go, I always know you're there
Tried to run but my legs won't
I look away but my head don't
I love it when you're fresh
I love it when I take your top off and we share the same breath
I hate it that I need you, Nikki
But I love it when I feed you, Nikki
I hate that I bleed for you
Uh, I long and I need for you
But I love it when I taste you 
Nothing can replace you 
I wish I could erase you, you’re everywhere I go
But you're everywhere I long to be
And all these other people that don't seem to understand
I'm just a man they always ask what’s wrong with me
Man you're everything I crave
You're the only thing I let in that would put me in the grave
I'm a king, you're my Coretta
But lately, I been feeling like a slave for the nicotine
Slave for the—
Said, I'm a slave for the nicotine 
Been a slave for ya
I'm a muthafuckin' slave for ya
Slave for the nicotine 
Nikki, Nikki, slave for ya
I'm a slave for ya Nikki
I'm a muthafuckin' slave for ya
All handwriting on the album's artwork was done by Big Lenbo—
Ayy man
What's up, bro?
Spiderman should be Black
Yeah, I mean Spiderman should be Black
Fuck yeah
Yeah man
Black Spiderman
Black Superman
Black Santa Claus
Shit, Black Seinfeld
Black Seinfeld?
Nigga, that's Martin!
Damn, you're right...
Shit, I'm fuckin' high
Hold up
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right, yeah
Let me get my mind, let me get my mind right
You know everything is alright 
You know everything is al- 
Whippin' through Gotham
Hatin' mothafuckas, I wanna off 'em
Hella endorphins, got me livin' life to the coffin
I'm coughin', wonderin' if I'm goin' insane
Nobody knowin' my pain
But I be killin' 'cause I'm into the game
Now lookin' back, it's like ain't nothin' the same
All these Spanish women watchin' me like a novella
Hit you with a Beretta, get you wetter than a umbrella
Ain't nobody better do it like me
I know a lot of mothafuckas don't like me, prolly wanna fight me
But I just keep the peace, no need to keep a piece
I keep my enemies on a leash, capiche?
And keep it real for the people I reach
]
Fade away, fade away, fade away, fade away, fade away
They gon' know my name until it fade—
, fade away
They gon' know my name until it fade away
Fade away, fade away, fade away, fade away, fade away
They gon' know my name until it fade—
, fade away
They gon' know my name until it fade away
, WILLIAM KAI  & THALIA ]
THOMAS: Get the upgrade?
KAI: Nah, man. It’s the same shit with a different title!
THALIA: That’s not true, Kai
KAI: What the fuck?!
THOMAS: Yeah, man. They didn’t just upgrade features, they enhanced her A.I
KAI: So she can actually hold a conversation?
THOMAS: Yeah. Ask her yourself
KAI: Uh, what am I thinking, Thalia?
THALIA: Kai, I’m a program in the ship’s interface, not a psychic
KAI: Damn, girl!
THOMAS: Yeah, that’s another thing now. She’s unisex
KAI: What?!
THOMAS: Thalia, integrate Y chromosome feature
THALIA:
Sure thing, Thomas. Would you like a standard accent or something a little more exotic?
KAI: Holy shit!
THOMAS: Told you, man. The upgrade’s crazy.
Thalia, revert last command and run simulation
THALIA: Running simulation
KAI: Man, what the hell is that?
THOMAS: Well, you can pick anyone in history, and based off a collection of data, it allows you to personally speak with them
KAI: Anybody?
THOMAS: Anybody
KAI: Thalia, do Big Sean
THOMAS: All right, let me get this straight. You can speak with anyone in recorded history, like Jesus, Steve Jobs, Einstein, and you pick Big Sean?
KAI: Man, fuck yeah! That’s my dog!
THOMAS: *Laughs* Okay. Thalia, simulate Big Sean
THALIA: What up Kai, you lil' bitch?
KAI:
Yeah, I'ma have to upgrade my shit
If you deal with war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
Yeah, in London talkin' to rhêtorík 'bout my life and shit
I thought the album was finished but I keep writing shit
It's kind of funny how life changed and rearranged
No matter what happens, everything ain't gon' be the same
The incredible album, what an incredible outcome
I grip the mic and then talk to the people like I'm Malcolm
I used to think the fame and money was the motivation
Until I toured the world and met the people face to face and
Understood that the power was harnessed in that basement
It ain't about the money and notoriety
It's about the people and making a difference in society
But don't get it twisted, this life I'm living is like a movie
The Godfather, the Goodfella wielding a Uzi
One with the people, if the people is wondering who's he?
Same level, the same rebel that never settled
Pullin' strings like Geppetto
who overcame the ghetto
And I know you wrote me and I still ain't answered
'Cause shit is different now, it's forced upon me, different stances
I used to spend all my time conversing with you
But now I write this song to let you know I'm hurting with you
Shit is too big, but let's be honest man,
it's kinda bittersweet
Besides the shows and meet and greets, y'all only see me on the street
And even then, that shit is rare—I just don't go outside
'Cause honestly I don't fuck with this world, I'd rather hide
That misconception, "'Cause I rap, I must be filled with pride"
Shit I ain't perfect, if you heard different then someone lied
People in my ear telling me, "Talk that shit"
Actions speak louder than words, I'd rather walk that shit
Since the first album, I'm one of the highest earners on the label
Within six months I put the second one on they table
I played sold out shows in parts of the world I can't pronounce
Release the tickets, watch them disappear when we announce
Fuck all that murderous syllable shit right now, just let me bounce
The mood around me is people smokin' it by the ounce
Leave Friday for the show and come back Monday with a hundred grand
Don't fuck with checks, so when I bounce I prefer cash in hand
You know my first week looking crazy due to high demand
'Cause people don't buy music in this day and age, they buy the brand
There's ups and downs, don't get me wrong but back when I ain't have shit
Felt like I woulda sold my soul to make it with this rap shit
Thank God, he never let Lucifer close enough to ask
Let me attain it by workin' hard and busting my ass
Achieved a lot in life, but what's a lot with more to gain?
At least I don't drink to avoid the hurt, we call that champagne
Come some more into my sight...
I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy
I work hard, I work hard every day-ay-ay-ayy, yeah
But today is my day, it's my day
And no matter what they say, it's my day
La-la-la-la-la-la, yeah
Let me bring it back down
They think it's a game right now 
But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now 
Back where I came from now
We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
They think it's a game right now
But it ain't the same right now, know my name right now
Back where I came from now
We gon' live it up 'til we bring it back down
Mmmn, I'm thinking...
Okay
Ballin', ballin'
I came from nuttin' to somethin'
Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama
I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin',
closin' million dollar deals
Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills,
how it feel
When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go
It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve
I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu Reeves
Get it done, yeah, I get it done, no blood on the leaves
They can't leave us hangin', no, no, not no more, best believe
Yeah, that shit is banging, Bobby killed it with no time to grieve, ayy
Ever since I was a youngin I knew I’d break in the game
While you worshiped other rappers that leave you less entertained
I was strategizing before the people knew my name
Fame what I shall attain on the road to success
Bumping Jay in the H.O.V. lane
Searching for wisdom in women but only getting brain
Yo quiero dormir contigo mi amorcito
I know we fight, but that’s poquito
Unless you do me foul like a free throw, then we finito
All I do is rhyme, all I do is get this money
All I do is grind, play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine, tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind
Al-al-al-all I do is rhyme, all I do is get this money
All I do is grind, play shows and chill with honeys
All I do is shine, tour the world, ain't it funny?
I'm one of a kind
I'm like, "Oh, God, oh- oh, my God"
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, "Oh, God, oh- oh, my God"
Everything I do, you know I do it for the squad
Yeah, I'm like, "Oh, God, oh- oh, my God"
Bitch, I run the game, y'all just commentate from the side
I'm like, "Oh, God, oh- oh, my God"
Everything I do, you know I do it...
 & Logic]
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
It's been a hell of a ride up 
Hell of a ride up 
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
That I've been M.I.A, but I was tied up
Till I heard you talking shit, now I'm fired up
5-0 triple 0
I swear this music in my genes like Denim
Lyricism seep in 'em like venom
Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer even though heaven sent him
Spit it like Holy water, prophetically repent 'em
Then we gone
Nah, nah, nah
Put your ego on the shelf and love yourself
Nah, nah, nah
Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like Sid Vicious
The young Spiegel, interstellar with my retrieval
Furthest from evil, I throw this shit back like medieval
I spit at it like a Beretta
You know I get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
"The Return of the Jedi"
Bitch I bet I do the show and catch a red eye
Ho I said I leave 'em dead, I know I do
This shit is 
The B-I-G L-E-N-B-O on the way to Rio
Ay dios mio, lookin' for a Latin Leo
To hold a brother down like the white man
Fuck that nigga
Ayo enough's enough, man of my word, I never bluff
Even in a pair of cuffs, know we always keep it real
Like goddamn, don't even step like I ain't the man
I'm just 
I gotta conceal it like a murder weapon
I kept in the glove, Ratt Pack you know it's all love
We the realest so fuck you if you ain't feel this
Throw a Molotov in your crib
And tell them bitches to bill us, we the illest
Finger fuck a critic
Shit is darker than "The Chronicles of Riddick"
Yes I did it, while they bit it, you know we got it
Smack you with the palm, save the back for your mom
Sound the alarm, you know we got it goin' on
Out the blue, like a Crip
But I never bang though
They know, we've been at it way before the fame, ho 
Wa-wa, wa-way before the fame, ho
At it way before the, way before the fame ho 
Way before the, way before the fame ho 
Way before the fame 
Way before the fame 
Way before the, at it way before the fame 
Way before the fame, at it way before the fame
We've been at it way before the fame
We've been at it way before, way before the fame
Locations where the album was recorded include: No I.D's studio in Los Angeles, Logic's house in the hills, and various hotels across the country throughout the duration of the tour...
Oh my, my, my, my, my
Ohhh
Oh my, my, my, my, my
Oh my
I don’t feel right deep inside
Feeling like I need to hide
Everybody wonder why I get high
Cause I can’t fight the feeling inside
Oh my, my, my
Oh my, I said oh my
Sometimes I can’t get you out of my mind
Baby, no I just can’t find, I just can’t find
Such a beautiful state of mind
Beautiful state of mind, such a beautiful state of mind
Beautiful state of mind
Sometimes everyday right on time
But right now in my mind
It feels like I'm living on borrowed time
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I’m praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a...
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
Tell me you love me, need me
Promise me you’ll never leave me
Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
With a fist to match, more solid than con...
Tell white people I’m black, feel the need to retreat
Like I should be ashamed of my granddaddy Malik
But my beautiful black brothers and sisters
Want to act like I’m adopted
Go back in time to when my nigga daddy
Impregnated my cracker momma and stopped it
My oh my, oh my
Feeling innocent, oh my
Feeling innocent in a sense has got me feeling on the fence
And all this shit is so intense
Don’t wanna go to this event
Just wanna stay home and invent
And somehow, yeah, that let me vent
I’m taking shots and drinking liquor
But that shit don’t make a dent in how I’m feeling
And yes I’m willing to keep chilling on this shit
I know there's someone out there far away
Who's feeling all this shit
And yes I know that when I’m low
There's so much further I can go
And so I look up to the sky, to the sky
Like a single mother praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
Looking around on the ground for a serpent to feed her
Praying to God, wondering why her baby daddy beat her
Feeling like the devil finna come and defeat her
All alone in the wintertime, close to the heater
Wondering what’s gonna happen
And how the world gonna treat her
How could her momma mislead her
And her daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
How could her momma mislead her
And her daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
How could her momma mislead her
And her daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
How could her momma mislead her
And her daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
How could her momma mislead her
And her daddy just leave her?
Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
Oh my
Atom: So what now? What advice can you give me?
God: What advice can I give humanity?
Atom: I suppose so
God: Live your life. Don’t waste your days on the negative energy of others. Remember that you’re not your salary. You’re not your house. You’re not your car. And no matter how big your bank account is, your grave is six feet under just like everyone else’s. So enjoy the days you have. Worry not about the days that came before you. Nor the ones that will follow you in death. Remember that right here in this moment is all you are guaranteed, and the fact that you are living is what life is all about. So live your life to the fullest, according to your happiness and the betterment of all
Kai: Damn man, we’ve been walking forever
Thomas: Well, Thalias tracking system says we’ll be there in just over an hour
Kai: Shit, at least we got good walking music or is that it?
Thomas: Oh no, man. I’m cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me you could see beyond the smile that I'm puttin' on
This front that I'm puttin' up for you
I spill my soul into a microphone
With poems written in blood
In hopes that it's enough for you
Do you love me yet?
Do you love me yet?
No? Okay
I'll go harder for you
In fact, I rap till I collapse
All I wanted was acceptance, my latest lesson
I'll never feel your approval till I accept my own
Come from a messed up home, destitute and less informed
About the ways to raise a child up
To not become a product
Of his environment, I need to cry and vent
But I done built this wall up
Actin' like everything's all good
But in reality I'm lookin' for something
Through bumpin' my favorite rappers I came up after
Nas, Cole, and Hov
Eyes closed, I zone till five or so in the morn'
I'm used to being alone
Shit, you know how long I've been out on my own?
Chasing dreams, fantasies of a throne
One day I wake up and see that it didn't exist all along
Till then I will pen verses that fans consider brilliant
Boosting my ego with every million that spills in
And still then
I won't find solace, so where's the logic in that?
Worrying 'bout if they think Logic can rap
When it all just goes back to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify as a star
No one tells you you're that
It's something that you just know
The world be stealing your glow
Your mama did what she could
Her life was miles from good
Your father fell in the trap
They set for you when you black
They met when they was low
And therefore you a product of that
And so your trauma is deep
Don't bury it you should weep
And clean it out of your system, then truly forgive 'em
Just my opinion, only then can you find peace
Just start to notice happiness don't come from album release
I've been through it before
Can only share with you what I know
To be true, but at the same time, I'll never be you
And you'll never be me, no matter how hard that you try
This is for youngins out there wondering how far you can fly
The truth is that you could go further than the stars and the sky
But if you want to then you ought to know why
Are you running from something
With hopes of becoming someone
That's finally worthy of love
Let me tell you now, you're worthy enough
Fuck approval from strangers, that shit is dangerous as hell
Find God, learn to accept yourself
And I'm gone, acceptance
This what we gon' do right now
I'ma test my syllable ability, you know what I'm sayin'?
I like to call this shit my syllability
I've been sippin' on this tequila right now
This one of the last songs we recording for this motherfucker
So I'ma really gonna go off on y'all right now
We gon' do this shit in one breath, alright?
This ain't no bullshit, this ain't-, nah, nah, nah, nah
This ain't no editin', we gon' do it like this
Are y'all ready? 
No, no, no, no, are y'all ready? 
I'm rippin' and livin' and strivin' to kill it
The Ripper, he'll call and we'll go and he flow and you know
He pursuin' it, doin' it, movin' it, groovin' it
Stoppin' it, rockin' it, talkin' it, walkin' it
Flippin' it, rippin' it
Like the motherfuckin' script and I'm ready to go
When I buy it then break it, roll it 
Then lick it and smoke it, choke on it later, yeah
Slicin' emcees like Darth Vader
Decapitate a hater the second I spit it
Say hell yeah 
Say hell yeah 
Say hell yeah 
Say hell yeah 
Say hell yeah
I know my mind is sober, but I'm so high, it's over
I Know my mind is sober, but I'm so high, it's over
Ayy, hey now boy?
You don't know nothing about this, right here boy
Chilling in Maryland, three niggas in a Cadillac lac-lac
You don't know nothin' bout that Chi town
South Central with the gat gat gat
Niggas in the projects, for them niggas tryna eat
Get the fuck up off your silver spoon
Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that
You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
No, don't do 'em like that
You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that
RattPack the gang, they all on my back
RattPack the gang, we do it like that
This concludes the Under Pressure program...
Arjun Ivatury
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high
I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I gotta do to get by
And they wonder why I never get high
And they wonder why I never get high
The original members of the Rattpack include:
C Dot Castro, Big Lenbo and Logic
I'm feelin' this villainous feelin' inside of my mind
Every time that I’m willing I feel like I'm killin' my dreams
When that voice goes nah, nah, nah
Listen up now,
love it or hate it
Never debate it, you can never degrade it
While all these other motherfuckers
Probably thinking I made it
My mind jaded, no—I never evade it
I elevate it just to keep it innovative 
God damn, bring it back now, blowin' up like Iraq now
RattPack put me on the map now
No, we never back down
Just take my time, I just take my time
I know, I'ma get it like this
So everyone know that I did it like this
Yeah, I know—I'ma take my time
Battle the image inside of my mind
I know, I'ma keep going
Tell me I can't but I'm already knowing
I know, I'm gonna rise even though I've been—
Buried alive 
Will I survive? 
I gotta know
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know
I gotta know
Know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know
It feels like I’ve been buried alive
Buried alive
Tell me how you feel 
I feel like the grass is green
And everything I do is unseen
But I know that’s just in my mind
I know everything is just in my mind
OutKast, A Tribe Called Quest, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, and films by Quentin Tarantino were in rotation constantly throughout the duration of this album's creation...
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around and said
"Fuck it, I’ma steal this land"
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man
Could paint the black man with a gun in his hand
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first white man
At the very moment when they looked around and said
"Fuck it, I’ma steal this land"
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to about 1990
Shady Grove Hospital in Rockville, Maryland
7:36 a.m., where a biracial baby was born
To a black father and a white mother
Father that wasn’t there
Addicted to crack cocaine, alcohol, and various other drugs
Same as his mom
So I’m gonna tell you about that, right?
And I’m gonna tell you about how
All this young boy ever wanted was happiness
All he ever wanted was positivity
All he ever wanted to do was entertain
And this boy went through hell
You gotta understand, his mother was racist, which is crazy
'Cause how in the fuck is you gonna have
All these black babies with black men but you racist
Like bitch, that don’t make no sense, but it is what it is
You know, he grew up, her callin' him a nig
ger
The kids at school callin' him a cracker
Identifying as black, looking as white
Being told what you can or can’t be
This kid went through everything
He went through...
He saw narcotics in the household
Violence, murderers, drug dealers, he was kidnapped
There was crazy shit that happened to this kid
And he persevered while the whole world said
What they said?
Said you wouldn’t be shit!
You ain’t gon' be nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'
Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothing
And I, and he, he said fuck that, I’ma persevere
And that’s why the message is always peace, love and positivity
See, he always saw things from two sides
He always saw things from two sides
He always knew that the message
Everybody was born equal
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation
He knew that because he saw that
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way)
Because he was stripped and torn down
By his black brothers and sisters that were uneducated
And that did not know
And he was stripped and he was torn down
By his white side that did not know
These people that are ignorant
That cannot see the bigger picture
That must fight and kill and murder each other
But once again, all he ever wanted to do
Was spread a message of equality
For every man, woman, and child
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first)
Now imagine this child growing up
And seeing the craziest shit
Being a part of the craziest shit
Running around with the wrong people
Running around with guns and knives
And fighting and stealing and, and all this
Because he didn’t know, he didn’t know!
But he knew deep down in his heart that it wasn’t right
And he knew that he needed to get away from it
Now I want you to also imagine, that at 17 years old
This child, okay, leaves home and gets two jobs to support himself
Two jobs that he works in the morning and the evenings
And then he would then come home
To about eight or nine hours of sleep
But spend four, five, six hours of that
Working on music, persevering
Grabbing the remote control and looking in the mirror
And pretending to see thousands and thousands and thousands of people
Just chanting his name
Hoping that it would happen
But the, but the, but the world said no!
Mothafucka, little mothafucka no-no, no-no, no-no, no-no
Ya nigga, ya cracka, ya white boy, ya black mothafucka
No-no!
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first)
And he said fuck that
He said peace, love, and positivity
He said equality for all man
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, and sexual orientation, yeah
Now I want you to also imagine
People telling him that he did not live this life
“You just a white boy
You ain’t never experienced that shit
You from Gaithersburg, Maryland, nothing happens there
Oh no, no, we know, we weren’t there
We didn’t live with you, we didn't live in your Section 8 household
We didn’t live with the narcotics and violence in your household
We just saw it from the outside, outside, outside, outside
Outside, outside, outside, outside
And since you white, you gotta have money, right?”
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black man)
And this young man persevered in spite
Of what people told him he was, wasn’t, and would never be
(Take it back, take it way back
Take it way, way back to the first black)
And that man is here today, proud
A lover of all human beings
Regardless of race, religion, color, creed, sexual orientation, yeah, yeah
And he’s here to say:
Even though we’re all born and created equal
We are not treated equally
There’s extremists on every side
And you should just do your best to live life
And let other people believe whatever they wanna believe
As long as they’re not hurtin' anybody
You can believe they’re going to hell
You can believe it’s not right
You can believe you’re superior, fine
Just stop killing each other
You're the man of the year, man of the year
Man of the year, man of the year
Man of the year, man of the year
I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my God, I'm coming with the goodness
Acting like I ain't been in it
Like I ain't been pushing my limit
Hold up, wait up, get your weight up!
P-L-P but fuck around get the fade up
They shit is made up, straight up!
Yeah, it's that Flexicution, I want retribution
Y'all gone fuck around and make me wake up Lucian
And I don't think y'all ready for the revolution
Boy your shit is pollution, Logic got the solution
Motherfuckers used to hate us, now they sayin' that they made us
Everyone know I'm the greatest
Tell 'em, "Title your album, A Fish Outta Water"
Cause that shit be floppin'—You fuckin' suck...
Number 1 my shit droppin', love it or hate it, they know the name
They know the name cause it's poppin'
Dropped 2 million on my new crib
Now nobody but God can stop us!
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm like, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
I'm like, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my goodness
Oh my goodness, oh my God
Fuck, Jurassic Park... lit
It was December of 2015 in sunny Los Angeles California in the heart of Hollywood
I stood next to my wife in a line surrounded by hundreds of other people on our way to watch Star Wars
When suddenly I was engulfed with fear and panic
As my body began to fade
In this moment my mind was full of clarity
But my body insisted it was in danger
I looked around and I told myself I was safe, I was fine
But I was convinced that something was wrong
Before I knew it I felt as though I was going to
Fall and fade away
My body grew weak
And soon enough I found myself in a hospital bed being told what I went through was anxiety
I refused to believe this story
I searched and searched for the cause of what had happened to me
I began to feel detached from reality
I felt as though I was seeing the world through a glass
I got blood work done
Analysis of my mind and body to no avail
The doctor said it was anxiety
But how could it be anxiety?
How could anxiety make me physically feel off balance?
How could anxiety make me feel as though I was fading from this world and on the brink of death?
Derealization
The sense of being out of one’s body
I’m not here
I’m not me
I’m not real
Nothing is
Nothing but this feeling of panic
Nobody understands
Nobody knows the sufferings
This physical feeling
It can’t be anxiety
It can’t
Or can it?
Can it in fact be the mind controlling the body?
Yeah, of course
I’m so in control of my mind and my body
But I’m subconsciously forcing myself into a state
Of self bondage entangled by the ropes of my own mind
I am unhappy
Not with life
But with this feeling
I am scared, I am human, I am a man
But I look in the mirror and I see a child
I am an adult who recognize grown ups don’t really know shit
And they never did
And it scares me
Cause now I’m just a grown up who doesn’t know shit
But one thing is I do know this feeling, this horrible feeling is going to kill me
No, no this feeling
This anxiety is nothing
I have anxiety
Just like you, the person I wrote this for
And together we will overcome this feeling
We will remember despite the attacks and constant feeling of our mind and body being on the edge
That we are alive
And any moments we have free of this feeling we will not take for granted
We will rejoice in this gift that is life
We will rejoice in this day that we have been given
We will accept our anxiety and strive for the betterment of ourselves
Starting with mental health
We will accept ourselves as we are
And we will be happy with the person we see in the mirror
We will accept ourselves
And live with anxiety
]
Yeah I hope we make it to fuckin' paradise and not die on the way there, mothafucka...
Old school on this track, I feel invincible
This new school ain't really got rules and lack the principles
Got more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical
The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle
Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical
When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals
The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals
Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable
Witty unpredictable torture over your physical
Struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal
Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual
But one Nation under God, that's indivisible
My time critical, hands off I'm digital
Me and my Ladybug, back when the planet was Digable
I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that
I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on
It's only Logic, we got 'em mobbin' in the mosh pit
Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics
The hot shit I drop quick
Major player, watch my stock lift
Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what
Sound boy, turn that music up
Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up
Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy
Everything circulate back around eventually
Witty unpredictable, talent all-natural
Gain, Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veins
Twenty-five years, still more of the same
The flow like water with the boilin' flame
INS, your highness, they callin' my name
Boy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain
In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the same
Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain
Survival of the fittest be cold days with no money
They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me
You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty
So I ain't down if you ain't talkin' that band language
Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it
An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it
But money don't make me, and I ain't gonna change with it
I'm in the hood, lookin' good, the way I came with it
Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it
We gave birth when we understood the pain with it
When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger
We killin' each other, but we all got the same anger
Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful
Another day in the life for us to be grateful
Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful
It's better to stay full, so let's make moves
I know your momma told you that I was a great dude
These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you
On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you
What? What, what? They might Crystal in the Lake you
Boom bap blast'll blow your sleeves off
Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off
Smoke and roast ya, the No. 9 Potion
Pull that shit, son, we open the ocean
Who gives a fuck who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'?
You get killed for jokin', everybody's hopin'
That's another level of emotion
Food stamps niggas doin' grocery
Police wanna grope me
Perp walk, then nigga street-talk
We bury niggas in sea salt
I carry the torch where I leave off
I'm givin' bitches somethin' to breathe on
I rip off a shoulder to lean on
It's fair game, it's two in a lane, she took two trains
And none of my rhymes are two and the same
Nigga get cooked on a open flame
I'm a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained
My rhyme starts riots in the mountains
Thirty-six million and countin'
The harder they come, the harder I go
Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable?
Stay on my tip-toes, old-school Wu beat
This is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showin'
Where I come from it stays snowin'
The grammar is raw, I'm slammin' the door
Beez bang bong in your jaw
I hit 'em in the head with the hammer of Thor
Stars and bars, makes me a general
Anything less, makes me a criminal
Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals
G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.C
On the count of three, Wu-Tang
First, master your breathin'
I'm mental ass-whoopin', I'm teachin' when I'm speakin'
I'm a champion from Brooklyn
I'm movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executioners
Avenger, a righteous defender
Grandmaster from the 36th Chamber
Toad style is mentally strong, so strengthen your arms
To hold my microphone you need iron palms
Remain calm, Jamel Irief
Wise chief, Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah
Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind
A thick swarm of words that's expressed in one rhyme
Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning
Regardless, I speak logic—clear reasoning
The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz
Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts
A point-of-view of the thinkers
Monumental architecture, amazing as the Incas
 
W.T.C., ah-ha
The faculty
Ain't nothin' goin' on, don't nothin' move
Nobody slide, nobody get hurt
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu tang style
I'd like to try your Wu tang style, let's begin, then
Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?
And so I doubt you
I doubt you even know what's on my mind
I said I doubt you
I doubt you even know why I left you—
Yeah, uh, yeah
Much love to Def Jam, even though they under shipped me
Did me like Bobby did Whitney, but the fans was with me
Know my name around the world but it still ain't hit me
All the talent in the world and they still don't get me
I didn't talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs. white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go?
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it? I penetrate it and innovate it
While they emulate it, give a fuck if I'm hated
I'ma do it 'til I get it, fuck a nominated
Bitch, I dominate it
Yeah, emails from Rick Rubin, dinner with No ID
Chilling with B-I-G D-A-Double-D-Y K-A-N-E
Not many get to do what I do, and now enemies
Thinking they slick as fuck like the finna befriending me
But let's get back to the music, I'm gone
Outside of this solar system, I'm searching for paradise
Livin' the life, bitch, I've been a vet
Fuck all these cats on the internet
I love hip-hop and I hate hip-hop
'Cause people that love Pac hope that Drake get shot
'Cause he raps about money and bitches, for heaven's sakes
Pac did the same shit, just on a drum break
Now, I ain't wanna name names, I'm just droppin' this game
We all people, all equal—now let me let off, yeah
Now let me let off
Tougher than raw denim, my flow you can't identify
Talib said it best back in the day, we just tryna get by
Two words, Mos Def, in my headphones
Black on one side, now I'm in another zone
Switch flows, fuck 'em up—play the game, run 'em up
Yeah, I sold a couple records but people don't give a fuck
All the people want is real, guess that's why Logic appeal
All the power in the world; hold that, tell me how that feel?
Racism on television and magazines
Paying taxes so soldiers don't run out of magazines, god damn
Country don't give a fuck who I am
Just a youngin' on the rise with a mic in my hand
And I am, here's to the Roc
The .45 Glock that my older brother pop—shot
And I am, finally on top; too high up, not a drop
Stop, we gettin' guap, gettin' guap
I am, livin' like I ain't got it
Spit the flow so robotic, man, who gives a fuck about it?
Maryland 'til I die, but I had to get the fuck up out it
I love it and hate it, you probably don't know, man, I doubt it
Me and my team gotta intervene
What's the point of living if you ain't living a dream?
We live in a world where everybody want everything
Everybody want a better thing
Tryna fool ya like it's picture perfect but it's just the editing
Man, the game been waiting for a better king
I've been posted with my Queen like Coretta King
Screaming "Money ain't a thing", cause it ain't
Man, I never knew that living out a dream
Meant living out a suitcase, I've been working at a new pace
So much money on the road I ain't even had a minute
Not a single second chilling in my new place
Motherfuckers getting two-faced
Cause a brother finally eating
Not to mention everybody gettin' two plates
You know I only got two traits
Drop hits, get money—
run it
What the fuck is there left to talk about
I told them my vision, let 'em know what it's all about
Industry only respect me because I'm ballin' out
You never know who there for you until you fallin' out
And that's the reason I've been in the kitchen
Working on that nutrition, now let 'em listen
Boy, this been my house, this is merely an addition
Fuck 'em and their permission, they was killin' the game
Who the one that gave 'em remission?—you know the name
Who else you know on the come up, do it like I does it
Lyrics all up in your skull like when the barber buzz it
Say my last shit a classic, and I wonder was it?
Come to think about it everybody seemed to love it
I was workin' on a budget, second time around shit is different
Cause they know that boy good, know he does it
I've been at it for the people that been lovin' my shit
Not the people that been hating
They can suck my dick—
run it
I'ma do somethin' different for the last one
I'ma go in...
Feelin' like Matthew Mcconaughey
On an Interstellar mission in Chicago
At the bottom of the Riviera
I wonder who I would be if I wasn't in my era
I gotta beware of the people
But I take care of the people
When I jump in the cockpit and rock it
Been done had this in my pocket
I had to wait to unlock it
Open that locket and see the picture I painted
No, we ain't never acquainted
On the rise like a defendant
That was charged with possession like an exorcism
My division is solely my vision
God damn, can you feel it?
Uh, I had a dream I would run the game and kill it
Had a dream, can you feel it?
Motherfucker wanna push it to the limit
Get up in it, make the shit infinite
Yeah you know I wanna win it, on my independent
I've been at it like an addict
Never at the party like I'm democratic
'Lotta static on the radio
Fuck everything that they represent
This right here is heaven sent, never irrelevant
No never when I slide up in the spot
Just a youngin' in the game
Tryna show 'em what I got, way back
That was the mentality, never truly reality
Looking for validation
With all the wrong things on my mind for motivation
Just chillin' at the crib on a PlayStation
'Cause I never thought about it, never thought that people would have a song like mine in their rotation
Til I wised up, got 'em sized up
Ready to go, I'm feelin' fired up
Man it's been a good ride up
Everybody want me to lace 'em
I'm too tied up,
this a ransom—
Fist full of money then we head back to the mansion
30 thousand people in the crowd, we expanding
Couple years back you ain't give a damn
Autographs off the plane whenever I land
All part of the plan, anything you wanna do you can
Just go and get it, fuck 'em if they don't love 'em
Be above it unless you're thinking your profession gon' be rap
Matter fact, you should take a step back—cause I run it
Oh, I know it’s hard, I know it’s hard like
I know that’s the reason you turn up at night
Livin' yo' life, just livin' yo' life
Can’t nobody tell you how to do it right
Come away with me, come away with me
Let me take you from this world of insanity
Come away with me, come away with me
Far away from flying bullets on this killing spree
Oh, I know, I know
It’s hard, yeah, it’s hard, yeah, yeah
I know it’s hard sometimes
It’s hard sometimes
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is all the things that I turned out to be
Ass, titties, pussy, money, weed
Everywhere I look a killing spree
All the things they wanted me to be
Is everything that I like, like, like, like
Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit 
This world is my contraption 
I was born and raised in the trap, son 
Talk shit, get kidnapped, son 
I don't really know why I rap, son 
Money in the bank, yeah, I got some 
Couple sports cars, yeah, I bought some 
Logic never flex, Bobby get it done! 
Yeah, y'all don't really know where I come from 
Talkin' that shit, I'ma come for 'em 
Tell me what you really know about me right now
Anything I want, I get it somehow
You—you, you
You—you, you, you, you, you
You, you—you
You—you, you, you, you, you
You—you, you, you, you, you
You, you—you
You—you, you, you, you, you
I'm gone, so long, I'm gone, so long
I'm gone, so long, I'm gone, so long, I'm gone
Drink, smoke, vibe, fuck, chill, drive, talk, think about it
Drink, smoke, vibe, fuck, chill, drive, talk, think about it
Making a single before your album is like putting together a trailer for a movie you have yet to shoot
Logic has recorded 1700 songs in the span of his
10 years as an MC. However, only just over
150 have been released to the public...
Man... what are the chances that there's some big-ass creature out there that's going to eat us?
100%
Fuck...
Clear skies—
Kai, which Tarantino film do you think Logic liked best?
I would definitely have to probably have to say Kill Bill
114 feet—
Man, stylistically he's like—what’s the name of that bitch? The lead character? I forgot her name, but he's like that bitch—with like some Kung-Fu shit he's like with his raps. It's fucking crazy!
You know in—in Pulp Fiction I mean—the way Tarantino constructed his shots, it's the same feel for me with his raps you know? There's thought behind it...
No, I could see that, I could see that but...
But nah man, fuck that man! Kill Bill was the shit!!
Especially like knives throwing and dodging and shit—and then fucking hot chicks fucking fighting each other and cutting each other's heads off! What the fuck is that?!
Yeah, fuck it—
Prepare for surface landing!
You're right, hot chicks and Kung-Fu, can't beat that...
Yeah, can't beat that at all...
Surface contact in:
10... 9... 8... 7... 6...
5... 4... 3... 2... 1!
Are you ready for this?
Are you?
Wait, wait—what's that sound?
Life...
Lord willin', make a difference
Lord willin', Lord willin'
I tell 'em, "Hold on" 
And yeah you know that I gotta bring it back again
And I tell 'em, "Hold on" 
I don't understand what's happening
And so I tell 'em, "Hold on" 
And yeah you know that I gotta bring it back again
And I tell 'em, "Hold on" 
I don't understand what's happening
So I tell em—
Simple logic
Clockwise, counterclockwise
,
realest nigga in the top five
Other four ain't rap niggas
,
I'm just reppin' for the blow side
Yuugh, that's coastlines, Panama for the boat rides
Worth billions, and we ain't even need Showtime
Just money counters and kitchenwear
Condo with a bitch in there
Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!
The Rollie's been the trophy since Hawaiian Sophie
Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas
Splash brothers
with the coca,
add in baking soda
Goodfellas to my niggas
 all Ray Liottas
Shades of blue, I aim at you
Let the sky fall, let it rain on you
Yeah, I've been killin' this shit
Yeah, I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah, I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah, I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah, I've been killin' this shit
Yeah, I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah, I've been flickin' that wrist
Yeah, I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Yeah, I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit
Yeah, I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist
Yeah, I've been killin' this, cookin' that
Killin' this,
flickin' that wrist
Yeah, I've killin' this shit
Yeah, I've hard in the paint, not a single assist
Yeah, I've flickin' that wrist
Yeah, I've cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this
Can't nothing stop me, I'm on a roll 
Always on time 'cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex 
I don't trust nobody, oh no 
I don't trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll
Fuck with me now or you'll never know, uh 
If you weren't with me, in the beginning, you get no love 
My name Bobby Tarantino 
Logic ain't here right now, leave a message if you want, ho 
Hi! It's uh—Logic? Hi, sorry. It's Elton John calling you! Um, I hope you don't mind me getting you on your mobile–or not getting on your mobile, but I was just, uh—congratulating you first of all on your performance at the Grammys and then I was asking you—I was gonna ask you if you'd like to do something for me, and I will ring you back later and see—and talk about it, thanks!
Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit
Everything I’m talkin' 'bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah, I’m back in this bitch
And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my
Hey mothafucka, I’m real as shit
Everything I’m talkin' 'bout real as shit
Aw yeah, I’m back in this bitch
And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick
Ohh, hands up for the 5-0
Oh, ohh, hands up for the 5-0
I been in the cut, liquor in my cup, 38 tuck
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a damn
I just wanna live, I just wanna eat
But I gotta do it for the hood, do it, do it for the street, uh
Dope in the trunk
Creepin out the cut
9 by the gut
Never get enough
I don’t give a fuck
Stupid mothafuckas move backwards
Mastered the hustle
Something in the duffle for you bastards
Grind over chatter
Cheese on my mind like a packer
Only thing that matter, bitch scatter
You in my way, about to spray, the A-K
Middle of the day, like that shit’s okay
Never had a job, never had a education
Only know probation
Never had a job never had a education
Yeah, I never had chance in this world, I never had one
No, I never had a chance in this world, I was labeled a bad one
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now send the blacks back to Africa
Build a wall for the Mexicans
Send the whites back to Europe
Give the land to the Native American
Take the skyscraper
Tear down the casino
Print your own paper
And bear down on the gringo
Take the skyscraper
Take the skyscraper
Tear down the casino
Tear down the casino
Print your own paper
Print your own paper
And bear down on the gringo
And bear down on the, down on the, down on the
Take the skyscraper
The skyscraper
Tear down the casino
Tear down the casino
Print your own paper
Print your own paper
And bear down on the gringo
Bear down on the, down on the...
Hey mothafucka, I’m real as shit
Everything I’m talkin' 'bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah, I’m back in this bitch
And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my
Hey mothafucka, I’m real as shit
Everything I’m talkin' 'bout real as shit
Aw yeah, I’m back in this bitch
And you don’t gotta like it but get off my
5-0 triple-0
I can't get much higher, been smoking that fire
Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can't get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
I can't get much higher, been smoking that fire
Riding 'round the city with my homies that know me
Know that I can't get much higher, word to my supplier
While you break it, roll it, light it, use that fire, ignite it
I can't get much higher—
Yeah, and if you don't know by now—I smoke weed!
"Hahahaha," how Wiz gonna give me the verse
He ain't gonna give me the laugh though?
"Hahahaha," that shit iconic
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Indica Badu
I just be drivin'
Uh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da, la-da-da-da 
I just been drivin' 
Uh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da, la-da-da-da
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy
Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy
Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy
Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy
Uh-uh, nah-nah, nah-nah, uh, uh, ah-da-da 
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, da-da
Turn left on West Deer Park
Doing 90 on the highway
We gon' do it my way
I said, 90 on the highway, we gon' do it my way
Uh, I said, 90 on the high, 90 on the high, ah-da-da
90 on the high, 90 on the high, ah-da-da
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy 
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy 
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy 
I just been drivin' Miss Daisy 
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
The reason I don't fuck with nobody, and
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
The reason I came up with nobody, and
Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason
Everybody think this right here happened
Overnight, people think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they trap over–over–overnight
People think this how this shit happened, but they never right
Acting like they got it, they got it, but they never quite seem to understand that this right here deeper than all that
Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' down, shit
This album two but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise
But it only makes it that much better when I rise
This for the people that been through it and couldn't do it
Had a vision but blew it, while haters screaming "I knew it!"
This is real, so real
The type of shit that make you feel like you gotta kill
Most of these people will never hit fruition
Paying tuition when they should've just listened their intuition
Now they wishing they was switching up their lifestyle
All alone with no one to dial
I'm just a man, I got problems
Understand, this is all I ever wanted
Yes, I do it for the fans and I ain't perfect
I've questioned if this life was even worth it
'Cause all the people care about is what lies on the surface
And my purpose is to do it like it ain't never been done
Always keep it real and remember where I'm from, now
This album two but this song was written before the first
My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst
Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise
But it only makes it that much better when I rise
Hello?
I know, I know, I’m supposed to been home, I’m coming
Just, I’m on my way home, every time
I’m on my way there right now, okay?
Oh shit!
Life, what’s it all about?
What? Wait, where am I?
The space between spaces
Beyond time and existential intelligence
Forget, fuck all the hippy shit, where am I?
What’s the last thing you remember, Atom?
I was in the store, I bought some smokes
I came outside, the phone rang, I...
How do you know my name?!
You were walking home from work when you died
Died? Dead? I’m dead? I’m dead?!
It wasn’t an act of courage or bravery, but it was your time
What do you mean it’s my time? What? I got...
What about Vanessa? What about the baby?
Your wife and son? You see, that’s what I like to hear
You find out you’re dead and the first thing you worry about is others
Man, answer me, what about my family?
What’s going on with Vanessa?
They’re doing just fine
You see, your wife was cheating on you
Wait, wait, the bitch did what?!
And even though she loved you dearly
She was a bit relieved you would never find out
Wait, what the fuck you mean she cheated on me?
How you gon' tell me I’m dead then gon' tell me my wife cheated on me?!
Atom, none of that matters now
Walk with me
Wait, what is this? Is this...Is this heaven?
No
Well, I don’t see no pitchforks
Little red people runnin' around
It ain’t too hot up in here so I guess this ain’t hell either
I think the easiest way to describe it, this white void
Is to look upon it as a waiting room
So...are you God?
Yes, I’m God
I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, I get up
I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
Ayo motherfuck a Trump, said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tappin' in
Fuck a mumble let's make America rap again
Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'
Fuck a hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me?
Nobody reports the music, this shit, this rap TMZ
Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines
Preach that, go 'head boy now preach that
Wash my hands of this negativity, word to Three Stacks
So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
Wu-Tang, get the cream
, Sinatra gon' reign supreme
Open your mental, get out your feelin's like dental
This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game
Can you rappers feel the flame? Nah, this shit won't be the same
Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper
But deep down you know it's only gon' be one Mufasa
I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring
All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed, I know it sting now
Don't try to twist my words and turn that into some shit
I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit
Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it
Game still ain't give me my credits, so I'ma audit it
I'm heartless like Kanye in '08
Yeah, that's word to NO I.D, now they all know who I be
I'm callin' out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry
Show 'em what that real rap do
The ball's in your court, Hov, I hope to hear from Guru, woo!
This is our time
Still I'm looking back, let me rewind
This is our ride
Don't let me lose my faith, let me rewind
So what do you think about space?
Um, space is called the galaxy...
Do you know planets?
What are—can you name some planets off?
Yeah, there's a one named Saturn and Earth
Mars—and the planet Paradise
You've never been there before?
Um, no. I was little a long time ago with my mom riding in the coolest ship. My TV showed us where we are in space—
But there was droid ships everywhere...
Well, thank you for your time, sir
I appreciate the interview...
]
I've been workin' like I've never been
I struggle every day but I just can't let the devil in
And if I knew back then what I know right now
What I know right now
I'd be better than I've ever been, better than I've ever been
I've been workin' like I've never been
I struggle every day but I just can't let the devil in
And if I knew back then what I know right now
What I know right now
I'd be better than I've ever been, better than I've ever been
I've been workin' like I've never been
I struggle every day but I just can't let the devil in
And if I knew back then what I know right now
I'd be better than I've ever been, better than I've ever been
Um, you like that take? I like it
Yeah, should I make it more surreal though, or...
I think it's good, hey Bobby run it!
Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm hated
I started from the bottom, now my neighborhood is gated
They say, "Drink to your accomplishments," so every night I'm faded
Feel like every other day, me and somebody new related
You're my sister, cousin, brother from the other side? 
Well, I don't know who told you that 
Well, she fucking lied
Ayy, wake up, wake up, get your cake up
Cut it up like it's cocaine, shake up
All the streets with all these beats
I body beats, I'm not discreet
This is how I feel on the inside
All you non-talent rappin' motherfuckers better run and hide
You worthless, you have no purpose, fuckin' imposter
You gots to get it through your head
You won't ever get no handout
Fuckin' with your ass, it'd be like throwing a band out
My flow increased, my dough increased
You know I leave them all deceased
I am a fucking beast, I'm from the East
I keep the peace, don't need a piece
But I keep a piece, got it, capisce?
That boy gon' eat, this is a feast
Once I release, I'm smokin' trees
I bought my shit, I don't need no lease
So fuck you up like Master P 
This shit right here a masterpiece, I'm comin' in hot like the police
Shooting my shot like the police
All on the block like the police, man, who gon' 
The police from leaving bodies in the motherfuckin' streets, man?
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Fire
,
per-per-perfect
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Logic cites Nujabes, MF Doom, RZA, and Kanye West as key inspirations behind his production style
Motherfuckers get no love
Hol' up, wassup; you get none
Like wassup, motherfuckers get no love
Hol' up, from me, like wassup
Motherfuckers get no love
You, Hol' up, wassup; get none
Wassup, motherfuckers get no love, from me
From me
Like wassup, like wassup
I am the greatest
I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing
The essence of adolescence leaves my body
Now I’m fresh and my physical frame is celebrated
Cause I made it one quarter through life
Some Godly-like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein, money maintain
Don’t go against the grain, simple and plain
Bitch, I've been blowin' up 
Everyone showin' up, where was you in the beginnin'? 
I know that they showin' up 
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin' 
No, you do not know enough 
You do not know a thing about this life that I'm livin' 
You've never been low enough 
Yeah, I was born at the bottom 
Everything I'm given now
Bitch, I've been blowin' up 
Everyone showin' up, where was you in the beginnin'?
I know that they showin' up 
Only come around and fuck with me when the boy winnin'
No, you do not know enough 
You do not know a thing about this life that I'm livin'
You've never been low enough 
Yeah, I was born at the bottom 
Everything I'm given now
Watch my back, so I make sure
You're right behind me as before
Yesterday, the night before tomorrow
Dry my eyes so you won't know
Dry my eyes so I won't show
I know you're right behind me...
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, th
at's why we sip scotch
Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops"
We just some motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids
We love and m -iss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man, Mac is the whole reason that I started doing this Young Sinatra shit. I remember I loved Lord Finesse, all the shit he did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates. "Hip to the Game", one of like—one of the illest beats ever and I remember when Mac flipped that shit for Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza—I thought it was the dopest shit man. Mac showed me that I could just do it all on my own—me and all my boys, all my homies— and if it wasn't for him killing that beat I would have never got on that beat for my very first mixtape Young Broke and Infamous. Damn... that's like 2010. And I titled the track "Young Sinatra." And that was the birth of all this shit. So, thank you, I appreciate you, love you and miss you, yeah
Yeah, we just some motherfuckin' kids
Aight, or—higher probably, right?
Fuck it, just record it. Who cares?
One, two...
I just wanna make these music lovers remember again
While the haters fall back like September again
I was hoping 3 Stacks and Big would assemble again
Drop the politics and bring us together again
Maybe if I go platinum they'll remember me then
Maybe if I go platinum they'll remember me then, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
But I'm not defined by the sales of my first week
'Cause in my mind, the only way I fail: if my verse weak
As I look in the crowd and see thousands of different faces
Compiled of different races, gathering from different places
I just contemplate, shout out to those who can relate
And even though it gets hard I know my fate
With my train of thought racing like a runaway freight
Living life to the fullest until I hit up them gates, it's like
I'ma get up today
I don’t know how but I'ma find a way
Looking for the sun in a world of gray
Feeling like my dream is a world away
I'ma get up today
I don’t know how but I'ma find a way
Searching for the sun in a world of gray
Feeling like my dream is a world away
What it feel like?
I used to wonder what it feel like
Yeah, used to wonder what it
I used to wonder what it feel like
But now, I know, achieved the goal
I ran the race, I won the gold
I used to wonder what it feel like
But now, I know, achieved the goal
I ran the race, I won the gold
I used to wonder what it feel like
But now, I know, achieved the goal
I ran the race, I won the gold
I used to wonder what it feel like
But now, I know, achieved the goal
I ran the race, I won the gold
I used to wonder what it feel like
You can really do anything
You can really do anything
You can really do anything
You can really do anything
Hello. Welcome to the 'Under Pressure' program
My name is Thalia. I will be here to assist you with the information about the album and its creation
This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I.D.
For the first time in six years
Since the inception of its predecessor
This is real life, the only one we get to live
I remember being broke and thinking somethin's gotta give
This is real life, everything we do is legendary
And we gon' do it to the day we in the cemetery
Real life, it feel like I'm dreaming
Used to feel like I was nothin', now my life has meaning
Said this is real life, goddamn this is real life
I used to wonder what it feel like
: JAY-Z & Kanye West]
Everything I seen, made me everything I am
Everything I do, I'm a man behind mine
Throw your hands in the air, stand behind mine
Everything I seen, made me everything I am
Stand behind mine
Everything I do, I'm a man behind mine
Said, welcome to forever
Welcome to forever
Welcome to forever
I'm like, "Wassup ho? Where you been? What you know about?"
Oh no! Who let 'em in? I'ma show 'em out
Never know, who's really down or just down and out
Never know, who's really down
I-I-I-I-I'm like, "Wassup ho? Where you been? What you know about?"
Oh no! Who let 'em in? I'ma show 'em out
Never know, who's really down or just down and out
Never know, who's really down, I-I-I-I-I'm like
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for presidents to represent me 
I'm out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
Now if I don't believe it y'all won't perceive it
Now run it back and retrieve it
Till you receive it in your motherfuckin' mind
Only 22 but I feel like I'm 99
Back in 1999, that's when I began to rhyme
Surrounded by narcotics and crime but you know I shine
Daddy was smoking crack, I was raised by a single mom
Fasting every night I ain't talking bout no Ramadan
I was poor as fuck me and my mama, we didn't have a dime
At 16, the school system dismissed him and wished him well
But my mama never fought it, how the fuck could I prevail?
So I focused on this music and used it to create a life of my own
I left home at 17
Shortly after my mama got stabbed by fucking around in the streets
But she still breathin' which gives me a reason to believe in a higher power instead of grieving
So many rappers biting me you would think they was teething
And now you know this is just a sugar coated version within a fraction of a percentage that was taken from just a piece of my story
Yes I've been through it
They know I do it for the people
I'm fighting so we be equal
For my son and my sequel
And anybody who listenin'
In they system like venom
I get in 'em and spread viciously
This is me
We're broken people now
We're burning out
So cold and bleeding now, now, now
Gonna let you down
Broken we ain't beaten
There's no glory in defeat
We won't fall into the cracks between our streets
We're broken people now
We're broken people now
We're broken people now
We're burning out
So cold and bleeding now, now, now
Gonna let you down
We're broken people now
Mama, look at me now 
Ayy, ayy, bitch, get the fuck off my dick
Everybody ready, I'ma talk my shit
Put him on my back, and then I walk my shit
Fuck around, flick my wrist, get it like this
I got more plaques than I know what to do with
Believed in myself when nobody else knew it
Goddamn, I been through it
Goddamn, I been through it
You ain't got class, bitch you been truant
I am the truest, no need to ask
Back it up, girl, now back that ass
Bobby get bitches 'cause bitches love Bobby
And all of the bitches say, "Bobby delicious"
To say I love bitches, completely fictitious
'Cause I, I respect women
But let's be real, man, there's some bad bitches out there
Man, I'm just playing
Chiefin' the reefer, don't know what I'm saying
I'm pushin' 30, my, I'm pushin' 30, my man 
Shoutout that boy Gambino, shoutout that boy K. Dot
Shoutout that boy young Drizzy, all y'all been doin' a lot
Why the rap game so scared to show love?
I don't know but I am not
That shit right there a Black Thought
Now bring it back to the roots
Yes, I most definitely got the juice
Yes, I got love for the game
Don't do this shit for the fame
It's how we people the same
Don't care what set you claim
Shoutout that boy YG, Nat King Cole and JID
Everybody know I be in the club V.I.P, huh
Sike, not me
Too many people to name, but know I got love for you all
If you need me, I got you, I promise I got you, just give me a call
Hip-hop, we a family, but the hype beast wanna ban me
'Cause I am me, speak love, not hate, so they don't understand me
2019 better get that Grammy
Give me my props where props is due
Why everybody wanna come stop you?
Maybe they mad that they not you
When you preach that peace and love
Make them wanna come through, pop shots at you
That's no love, fuck that, show love
Don't buck back like a bitch
I've upgraded
I've upgraded
I've upgraded
I've upgraded
I've upgraded
You know what I been on,
you know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet like, "Fuck it, where the weed at?"
And this flight attendant got the fattest ass, you know I need that
Y-y-you know what I been on, you know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie, numbers don't, I see that
Now these bitches say they love me, but they just obsessed with the image
You know what I been on, you know where I be at 
"You gotta realize
A lot of the time when I talk, and I'm talking extremely cocky
I'm not talking about myself
I'm talking about the work."
You know where I be at
Logic
Dear God, I just wanna know why
Why do you put us here?
Why do you put us below?
Why do you put us subservient?
Why do you put us below these evil motherfuckers?
And then we crawl and we scratch our way out
We betray each other
We lie, we take from one another
And we told you gon' forgive us at the end
But the state don't forgive us
I'm locked up and half my friends
And then when I get out, or I make it out
I'm expected to somehow give back
To people who never wanted to see me escape
I'm startin' to hate the man in the mirror
And it's gettin' clearer
That society was designed to keep me on the bottom
So, if you real, if you're out there for real
Please explain to me why
Why do we suffer? Why do we die?
And why do the people
Who go against everything you ever said always get ahead?
I've done so much wrong, I don't know if I can ever be right
But tonight, I am in this church
Asking you to show yourself, to reveal yourself to me
Because I'm tired and I don't know what else to do
So black I'm blue, so brown I'm down
I done been everywhere but up, and when I finally get up
I am ravaged with guilt and pain and shame
And all I wanna do is believe in you
The darker you are, the closer you are to dirt
And they make sure it hurts
And I am tired of hurtin', man
I'm tired of bein' looked at, second guessed, doubted, feared
So if you out there, do something about this
'Cause I can't take it no more
Help me
Tell me—tell me—tell me what you know about real life, real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights, dark nights
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the sideline, what it feel like, feel like?
Metaphor game too silly, punch lines way too silly
Fuck a milli' now, I'm comin' for that William
Hold up, wait a minute, think about it, that's a billi'
You already know what that is
Young Sinatra, icons inspire icons
Gold chains wrapped around my neck like pythons
The drip way, yeah
Yeah! Greatest alive, I'm the greatest alive
I'm the greatest at being me, ain't nobody seeing me
So, check it like CMB, that's word to the DMV
I'm straight from the basement, I made it like a villain, I'm hated
Word to Jermaine, this shit just ain't been the same
Never simple and plain like a bullet to the brain
I'm blowing minds, yeah, I gotta kick shit with this rhyme
Second I spit it, so divine, that's word to your mom
Sweeping these rappers up like it's a chore, who want more?
I'll leave anybody two times four
Dropping pounds in London like I lost weight
My mindstate is like a freight when I rhyme, check the state of mind
Yeah, my train of thought is never off the track
When I drive it, so stop it I'm killin' 'em like a virus
After they dead I'm still in 'em, who feelin' 'em, everybody now
It's never nothin' like the first time, nothin' like your first rhyme Nothin' like getting that nut in for the first time
That's the type of shit they never tell you now
Bitches come and go, I know, I know, you can't fuck with this flow
Bobby Tarantino, get the C note, oh yeah, there he go
Tell me they love it, they want it, they need it
I never been defeated, no, never given up
Do what I do, how I do gotta live it up
This shit right here on the real, I can't get enough
God damn, uh, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Went from gettin' close to the gang
To sipping champagne on a plane
Do what you love in life and never second guess it
Even when haters protest it now
You ever wonder what it means to
You ever wonder what it, uh
You ever wonder what it means to finally live in your dreams?
Then realize that everything, it just ain't what it seems?
Uh, yeah, I thought I wanted to be the greatest alive
Until I realized that being the greatest is just a lie
Like the opening words in this verse
That as soon as they disperse, make other rappers converse
And plot to put in you a hearse, real talk, fuck rap
I hate and I love it 'cause it's so negative
Everybody selfish, nobody wanna give
A helping hand to the next man, well, fuck you then
Fuck your ethnicity, we all one
'Cause when my last album dropped, you know we all won
Yeah, that shit went number one, so everybody won
I said that shit went number one, so everybody won 
We interrupt this transmission with a special report
Real
Nasty, all- all the time
Got a show in LA Sunday, then New York Monday
Looking at the BET cypher like I’ll be there one day
It’s the Roc reincarnated, we call it Visionary
Fuck the world ’til I’m on top, we call that missionary
The game’s on pause, it need to load again
These rappers is reruns and we need a
new episode again
Yeah, well motherfucker, this the pilot
So fly I recorded this on the PJ next to the pilot on a CB
Now you see me on the TV
Said this would happen back in the day but you ain’t believe me
So um, I'ma keep rising to the top
Never stop and finger fuck the world ’till the day my album drop
Logic
I got a date with destiny
My heart says yeah, but can’t convince the rest of me
I tried so hard to make it with no recipe
My selfish ways caught up and got the best of me
I need redemption, no need to mention my past
'Cause all that matters now is bigger than diamonds and cash
The glitz, the glamour, the lights, the camera, the action
The stage, the fans, the speakers blastin'
You know I want it; I need it, don’t doubt it, I can’t live without it
This is everything I dreamed of, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted
But is it really truly in my plans
Or did God mix up my blueprints?
Did He have it right there in his hands?
Anybody give me a hint
I can feel it now; I know it’s coming
And I don’t give a fuck what anybody say
I’ve fallen, I’ve risen, I chose and selected this mission
Incarceration, through these bars created a prison
And I intend to do the time that the sentence is given
25 to life, yeah, that’s how I’m living
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever make it
But there’s only one way I'ma know
I’m like a seed planted in the dirt
Feels like I’ve been waitin' forever to grow
And maybe today is the day
And maybe tonight is the night
But one thing that I know fo' sho'
This time, I’ma get it right
*Crowd screaming*
Logic
Logic, Logic
Logic, Logic, Logic
Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people
Crazy how one day, the legends forget that they equal
On this Under Pressure sequel
We not taking it back, we keepin' it pushing
People scared of change
But you'll find me deep in the cushion
Even when I win, it feel like I'm losing
Listening to beats, in the Bimmer cruisin'
I think I got another hit, I could feel my body bruisin'
What's the conclusion? Or rather, my hypothesis
I'm darker than Gotham is
Like reading Nostradamus at 90 degrees
You better believe
I know how to turn a profit with ease
Diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowing trees
Switch the topic, I drop it
Fuck around then leave them all concussed
When I bust, no thrust, this world we livin' in is fucked
Industry rule number four thousand and eighty one
Your new shit ain't good as your old shit
'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
And then some, gotta get some
I wear this 24 karat solid gold Rollie for my son
As an heirloom, not for looking dope as I rhyme
As a representation to give your family your time
If you're searching for love in the industry you'll be let down
They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
No matter how mainstream you was in the end, you still underground
That's the truth, feeling close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof
Modern day rap is like a golden era spoof
But a few of us were searching within the second renaissance
And I know that my debutantes
Been keeping the legacy going
By flowing so involuntarily seamless
Me and my team is finally reaping
What we been sowing like a seamstress
I said I'm on one, I know I'm unsung
Was livin' my life backward like Tariq on Undun
And now they wonder how I got over son 
Hell yeah, now check the method
I been livin' outside of pages for ages
Now I'm back, Chocolate City, home of percussion, Maryland on my back
From Takoma Park, all the way to Southeast DC
It feel like forever ago, it feel like BC
Everlasting life, kickin' rhymes in the parking lot at night
Inhale, exhale, people hate
Oh well, 2012
Dreamin' I'm a freshman on XXL
2013, on the cover XXL
Livin' life behind these bars with no intention of postin' bail
'Cause I prevail
But that's a story for another time
Story for another rhyme
And on my darkest days, I know that the sun will shine, eventually
Greatest lyricist to ever do it, yeah essentially
And if we're being modest then potentially
And if we're being humble then...
Oh shit, it's Raquel, she's a fuckin' thot
Ayy, fuck you guys! Fuck you guys!
Suck my dick!
Straight on the basement mic
Ayy, man fuck all these punchlines and shit man
I just wanna tell a story, I just wanna have some fun
Back in the basement type shit
Ayo, once upon a time a couple of guys from out this world
Was talkin' rap and hip hop with a young synthetic girl
The year was 2115 at Babel Space Station
Was home to the very last of the human population
The captain name was Thomas, the infantry man was Kai
And he's the man that discovered the Ultra 85
Accompanied by a girl inside their ear, her name was Thalia
Made of ones and zeros, she was a program
You could ask her any question even about the fall of man
Then one day they discovered a planet in deep space
That nobody before them had ever found in they database
I mean, maybe it's the place that's meant for the human race
The planet Paradise, Kai said to Thomas, "My God
It'd be very nice, traveling through outer space
We done had some scary nights
We done had some scary fights"
All about that rap shit, Kai like that trap shit
Thomas love that boom bap shit
"I wish God was real, I wish I could just get raptured
What if this planet full of aliens and we get captured?"
"Don't think that way, my son
Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
And if by chance we do come across an alien
I'ma blow his ass away with this here molecular gun
Set to kill, never stun
Wagwan, we get it done"
Now the ship is enterin' the atmosphere 
"We gon' take a look around and get the hell up outta here 
We gon' double check that it's habitable and livable for man 
And no matter what happens you know we gon' stick to the plan" 
"Understood?" "Understand", "All good? Let's get it then" 
Once they touched down nobody could hear a sound
'Til they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground
What they found, a planet full of life
A planet full of shit they never seen
Straight up out a movie scene
On some Tarantino meets Christopher Nolan, nah mean?
Walk around the planet for hours, they was exhausted
If it wasn't for the music in they ears, they would have lost it
The seventh album by a musician they both revered
First time this planet heard it, let's call it a world premiere
Thomas thinkin' about a picture of his girl
That he left on the Aquarius Three in his dresser
Wishin' he could undress her
Give her the pipe, no lesser
Kai thinkin' nuts like a professor
Wondering if the oxygen on this planet fresher
Now is it us or is the natural life on this world the aggressor?
All the negative shit inside of his head, he need a refresher
Two men here to save the world, no pressure
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are incredible, you are incredible, you ain't shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for...
All these comments got me lost in my mind
All these thoughts that I'm having are not mine
I always post that I'm having a good time
So my life looks perfect online
She say she never done some shit like this before
Suck my dick until I nut and then I go
I want a good girl but I always fuck with hoes
I love drugs, I pop pills, I do blow, blow, blow
I think this girl at the club wants to fuck me
And I really think her boyfriend wants to fuck me up
You're the reason that I'm up all night
You're the reason that I get no sleep
You say my music ain't shit when I creep
Say I should empty the whole bottle in my mouth like Peep
And overdose, immortalize myself
While the media use my death, monetize they wealth
RIP Lil Peep, let that young man sleep
Let that young man death teach
The youth, the streets
To beat addiction
Yeah, that's my diction
Moment of silence
I don't do the Breakfast Club 'cause Charlamagne is shameless
That's the only one I leave out when I run my bases
Do your research 'fore you call somebody homophobic
You make a living off of controversy and you know it
I ain't that type of artist, respect my name and we can talk about it
I'd suck a dick just to prove it ain't that way 
Ninety-nine percent don't listen what I say 
Quote that line but leave out all the mental health
Slap a bitch in the face then I count my wealth
That's the shit they want, yeah, that's the shit they need
That's the shit make people click
That's the shit that make me sick, so
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amazing, you are
You are incredible, you are incredible, you are incredible, you ain't shit
You are incredible, you are forgettable, you are forgettable, you are for...
Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall
In another country, so pardon me for the roll call
Damn, who would've thought the fan base was this immense?
On the first fucking train to Paris so pardon my french
Shows sold out, fans in line even though it's cold out
Yeah, touring Europe getting swiss cheese
Many said I'd never attain it now I'm like, "Bitch please, what up?"
Allow me to open up the verse with something so diverse
Now let the flow immerse, hold up; watch it disperse
Visions of Biggie, Big L and 2Pac just looking at me 
From the gates of Heaven while the police booking at me
Open your mental while bitches give me brain with no dental
Y'all probably think I'm crazy for touching this instrumental
Shout out my cousin Ego, he know this shit's sentimental
Been doing this shit for my dogs, holding down the kennel
My ex hit me, talkin' 'bout she wanna make up
But on the real, I got no time for cover girls
Music is my main bitch, no time for other girls
I'm finna blow like Hiroshima, my demeanor get meaner
Watch me elevate to arenas, me without the mic
That's like
Martin without the Gina
,
Venus without Serena
Now these thirsty bitches on the dick, we call that Aquafina
I used to bus tables until them tables turned
And everything I have obtained is everything I've earned
And everything I rap about is everything I've learned
So hopefully the listener can position a situation
Where they don't get burned
and they can learn from my mistakes
Like I've learned from the greats
to do whatever it takes
For Heaven's sakes open your mind, this shit one of a kind
Elegant and refined, irrelevant to the swine
What's the deal?
Whipping through LA in the coupe de Ville
On the real
,
to various people I do appeal, 'cause of skill
So this the type of shit I'm gon' keep making
That make MCs break fast like flapjacks and bacon
Rest in peace to BIG, and many other fallen soldiers
Never Hollywood, I'm grounded like a cup of Folgers, bitch I told ya
Allow me to open up your mind and mold ya
Indulge ya, within this shit I call the second Renaissance
The system broke and they sent Logic in for maintenance
'Cause all you wack rappers couldn't break change to make sense
I'm back again with another argument about how much I'm black again
Fighting for credibility from the lack of blacker skin
It's kind of funny how your pigment determines how people perceive you
That's ignant
Ain't seen my momma in a minute
'Cause growing up she called me a nigg​er
That would never amount to nothing
Racism from my own momma, left home 'cause of drama
But I can make it in the rap game, look at Obama
You ain't been in my shoes, you don't know my story
You don't know what's in store, but bitch I stocked the inventory
Fuck a critic with the balls to try to tell me how I feel
You wasn't with me as a child, never once did you feel
The pain of my stomach that manifested from the lack of meals
Headed to the soup kitchen on foot by the lack of wheels
We aim to keep it real and hell no we ain't never missing
Came a long way from eating when government gave permission
If you think these lyrics ain't deep, you too stupid to listen
Just an outcast with a mission to spit to whoever listen
,
bitch, it's Logic
Fuckin' with me now, break it down come off of the crown
Nowhere to be found on the come up now they come around
Talk about they hold me down, yeah?
Acting like they know me, now they know me now, yeah?
Where you been?
You gon' be there when I need a friend?
Say I've got 'em when I hit rock bottom and get up again
Sippin' gin,
now would you pick up the pen
If I was locked up in the pen?
Tell me can you reminisce on way back when it did begin?
When I look at you, I do not see a friend
When I look at you look at me
I can tell you only see some type of end
Fuckin' with me now, actin' like we kin
But you don't know where I've been
Goddamn, bring it back again yeah
Back again yeah, bring it back again yeah
Back again yeah, back again yeah
Bring it back again yeah
Talkin' 'bout they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Goddamnit now they, damn it now they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Wasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
I must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Break it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Goddamnit now they, damn it now they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Wasn't 'bout it back then, all a sudden now they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
I must've got it 'cause they wanna seem like everybody
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Break it down for these motherfuckers thinking that they
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
Fuckin' with me now, fuckin' with me now
This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
You are watching a master at work
Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went
Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement
This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?
Rap game owe me, I been waitin' for the payment
All these little rappers come and go, wonder where they went
Ten years and runnin', we came up from the basement
You are watching a ma– master at work
Logic
Under the spotlight, neither black nor white
It doesn't matter 
As strong as you might, working day and night
Whatever happens 
Is this what you want?
The way you move is a mystery
What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "Fuck the fame"
What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?
Only thing I changed, I ain't got no change
Still me and my homies and we all the same
Still me and my homies, screamin', "Fuck the fame"
I don't give a damn, I know who I am, tell 'em
I don't give a damn, I know who I am
Yeah they talkin', but I'm gettin' money for me and my fam
This shit ain't that super deep, nah, this right here just the jam
This right here the jam
This right here just the jam
This shit right here jam, this my jam
This shit here the jam
5-0 triple-0
]
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes it's so hard to believe in
Dear God, I think it's time we had a conversation
These lonely nights is getting to me so my mind is racin'
I think about this life I live and all the shit I'm facin'
More secrets in my mind than a Freemason
I get lonely at times, and then I write these rhymes
I'm only human, I want to hit the club and fuck a dime
But I know that's not the answer to my problems
Lord help me solve them, disintegrate and dissolve 'em
Layin' in bed with a girl I'm pretty sure is my next
Contemplating the sex while I think about my ex
Am I wrong? Yeah
Dear God, am I wrong? Uh 
Dear God, tell me, am I wrong?
For livin' the life of a king surrounded by these pawns
Fans telling me I'm the greatest but I never hear 'em
'Cause I ain't hit the pinnacle, yeah, I'm still persevering
Demons whispering in my ears, but no, I never fear them
People thinking they on his level they ain't even near him
I just want to spread positivity through lyrical ability
They call it selling out but I just call it versatility
Yeah, it's my life, my wrongs, and my rights
My battle, my songs, and my fights
Now everybody want to come around?
Tell me where was you last year when a brother was down?
Not a single one of you motherfuckers believed in the brand
Extended a hand, and now you wanna be my man?
I think not, you quick to shape shift like ink blots
The real Dilla, we cut classic, no fitters
What about the time I was nine and my mama almost murdered me?
Don't think I forgot that shit, it still burdens me
Her bare hands tight around my throat
"I can't breathe" I screamed, "I can't breathe, Mama
Don't you want me, Mama? Don't you love me, Mama?" What the fuck
Where was you then God? Tell me now
How's a brother supposed to stay sane? Tell me how
Why you let me live but let another die?
Why you dry my tears but let another cry? Gotta know
Set to detonate, I gotta blow, that shit fo' sho
I used to wonder why in the hell you would make me suffer
But now in the end I understand that it made me tougher
I get up when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, yeah
I get up, yeah, yeah
I get up when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
When shit rough, I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
I get up, yeah
I get up, I get up
Get up
What do you want me to say?
Just letting you know, I'm not gonna do it
I'ma get high (
Break it down
)
(
Break it down, roll it up
)
Uh, I'ma get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah (
Break it down, roll it up
)
(
Break it down, roll it up
)
Yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma get high
(
Break it down, roll it up
) Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I'ma get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma get high
(
Break it down, roll it up
) Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I'ma get high
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break
Break it down
Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break
Break it down
Okay
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RattPack, motherfucker
Arigato
RattPack, motherfucker
Kyaah!
This shit is deeper than money
Deeper than money
Deeper than money
Deeper, deeper than money
This shit is deeper than money
Deeper than money
Deeper than money
You know its deeper, deeper honey
This shit is deeper than money
Deeper than your money
My money, they money, everybody money
Said, this shit is deeper than money
Deeper than money
Deeper than money
It's deeper than money
, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah 
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Fuck all the bullshit, dig from deep down inside
I wrote this sitting shotgun in my favorite ride
Reflecting on memories from my childhood
Bringing a baby in this world, I hope my child good
All I ever gave a fuck about was my career
But all that shit out the window now that my son is here
Fuck sales and streams, none of that shit entails dreams
Fuck rap, fuck press, fuck feeling like I'm less
If it ain't 'bout my happiness, then I could give a fuck less
I remember window shopping
Now I'm shopping for windows for my baby new room
Bobby coming soon
And that's the type of line I would've second-guessed
Putting on my shit before
Out of fear that they would hate 'cause they couldn't relate
'Cause it wasn't relevant
Give a fuck if it's evident, this right here is the evidence
I'm like Leo in Revenant, bear with me
You could tear me apart
But that won't take away the fact I wrote this shit from the heart
Where it's built from the start
Where it's finna stay
I've learned every day's a good day
Surrounded by people that love me
Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling so much, my thumb fucked up
We call that carpal tunnel vision
Follow me like religion on this course of collision
Feeling imprisoned, and this is my freedom through these lyrics
As I repeat them and beat 'em into my conscience like Adonis
All this lyricism straight to the dome like cocaine through the sinus
I think I finally found my paradise, that's word to Thomas
East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this
Oh my, my, I know why I can't fall for this
All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this
All my life I'd hide, I stayed inside for this
Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-ey-oh
Hey-oh, hey, that hey-oh, hey-oh, hey
Hey-oh, hey-oh 
Hey-oh 
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Words that I made up
You say my name like
Words that I made up
You say my name like
Knocked down, round for round
You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground
When will the fantasy end? 
When will the heaven begin? 
You might be knocked down, round for round
You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground
When will the fantasy end? 
When will the heaven begin? 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
I think we all addicted 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes
Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson 
And though my style freakish
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
If I don't know what I miss is
I'ma end up figuring out that it's home
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking
Never too old for a spanking,
IGH!
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
I think we all addicted 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses 
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Yep
Pull up in the new thing, I'm like
They be like, "There he go!"
I got problems bigger than these boys, yeah
My deposits, they be on steroids
Lord, free the Carter, niggas need the Carter
Sacrificin' everything, I feel like Jesus Carter
Hold up, I got this sewed up, my soda poured up
My woes up, I'm flippin' those bucks, they doing toe tucks
I rolled up and let the smoke puff
I lay down, toes up
Hold up, get too choked up when I think of old stuff
Move on, put my goons on, they kidnap newborns
In the streets my face a coupon
Her pussy too warm
All these bitches come to do harm
Just bought a new charm
Fuck the watch, I buy a new arm, you lukewarm
I'm Uncle Luke with the hoes
Pretty bitches, centerfolds
Tippy toes around my crib in they robes, just their robes
Half a milli' in the safe, another in the pillowcase
Codeine got me movin' slower than a caterpillar race
Fuck wrong with you? What you were thinkin'?
What you thought it was?
I just popped five Percocets and only caught a buzz
And if that label try to stop me
There gon' be some crazy Weezy fans waitin' in the lobby
Mula, baby
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, bih
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me, huh, haha
Just another day, had to pick up all the mail
There go Chano ridin' through the streets, they be like, "There he go!"
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
You don't want no problem, want no problem with me
They say so, ridin' with the payo'
They be like, "There he go!"
There he go
Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know this
He rep the home of Sosas, you know I'm from that Zone 6
You know I rep that Stone shit
,
you know your hood is so clit
As God as my witness, this Will Smith spit real shit
I'ma be that, CG busy gettin', where the weed at?
Bought your girl some new kneepads
You're fuckin' with the Fifi bag
My stars, egad, she said, "This my favorite song"
"Hold my purse", now she on the floor, droppin' like it's hot
You blast this shit in Abercrombie when your work is finished
Your mom won't play it in the car 'cause it got cursing in it
Your boy like, "I'm the one who showed you"
He want his percentage
'Cause you were like, "This ain't the nigga you said spittin', is it?"
Two-step,
white dude's Harlem Shake
Why you laughing? 'Cause you Harlem Shake
I was never fake, I was just too good to be true
That's acid rap, we killed the track
You had your chance, and 'Bino too, ooh
This shit my favorite song, you just don't know the words
But I still fuck with you, you just ain't never heard
It go like, count that stack, pop that cap then down that Jack
All my niggas hit that xan, and all my ladies bob that back
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam
This my jam, this my jam, this my jam, this my jam
I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm 'bout that jam, I'm bout that jam
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
They murking kids, they murder kids here
Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here
Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at?
Somebody get Katie Couric in here
Probably scared of all the refugees
Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here
They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not
I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot
Down here, it's easier to find a gun
Than it is to find a fucking parking spot
No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position
'Cause they've never been in our position
Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin'
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips
With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
I know you scared
Me too
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared too
It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout
I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out
I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks
And I ponder what's worse
Between knowing it's over and dyin' first
'Cause everybody dies in the summer
Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring
I heard everybody's dying in the summer
So pray to God for a little more spring
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared too
Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose
I mean, I know I'm pretty cool
My Nitty bag, my kitty boost
I got the juice, I got the juice
 Yup!
 Yup!
Yup! Yup!
Yup!
Turn it around
I remember when
This age of pathetics
Don't forget the happy thoughts
All you need is happy thoughts
The past tense, past bed time
Way back then when everything we read was real
And everything we said rhymed
Wide eyed kids being kids
Why did you stop?
What did you do to your hair?
Where did you go to end up right back here?
When did you start to forget how to fly?
It's so natural
Tastes like Juicy Fruit
Works like a magic trick
Please give me half of that
We don't, we don't, we don't
Don't you color out
Don't you bleed on out, oh
Stay in the line, stay in the line
Dandelion
We don't do the same drugs no more
We don't do the, we don't do the same drugs, do the same drugs no more
We don't, we don't, we don't
Don't you color out
Don't you bleed on out, oh
Stay in the line, stay in the line
Dandelion
]
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone
I'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm gone
When the praises go up,  the blessings come down
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
When the praises go up, the blessings come down
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap
My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me
When I'm bummy, scummy, I'm your hubby
Let's get lost, let's get lost
Igh
Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain
Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane
The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace
Spineless bitches in backless dresses
Wore my feelings on my sleeveless
My weed seedless, my trees leafless
I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses
And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus
Before I believed in not believing in
Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in
Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin
My big homie died young, just turned older than him
I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always
He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways
I trip to make the fall shorter
Fall quarter was just a tall order
And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty
As of late, all my verses seem not so verse-y
And all my words just mean controversy
Took the team up off my back, like "That's not your jersey?"
Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked
All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick
Making all of this money hoping I don't get rich
'Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams
Sometimes the truth don't rhyme
Sometime the lies get millions of views
Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?
From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view
I think love is beautiful too
Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do
For future hoopers dead from Rugers
Shooting through the empty alley
Could've threw him an alley-oop
Helping him do good in school
Damn that acid burn when it clean ya
I still miss being a senior
And performing at all those open mic events
Eyes closed, eyes closed seeing arenas
And I still get jealous of Vic
And Vic's still jealous of me
But if you touch my brother
All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you
And the rest of your team
Smoking cigarettes to look cooler
I only stop by to look through ya
And I'm only getting greedier
And I'm still Mr. Youmedia
And I still can't find Talent
And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck
Mom still thinks I should go back to school
And Justin still think I'm good enough
And Mama Jan still don't take her meds
And I still be asking God to show his face
And I still be asking God to show his face
I am a new man, I am sanctified
Oh, I am holy, I have been baptized
I have been born again, I am the White Light
Rain, rain don't go away
Igh!
They was talkin', "Woo, this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Wap da bam 
I got 
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Na, na, na, na
I got, I got angels
They was talkin', "Woo, this woo wap da bam"
City so damn great, I feel like Alexand'
Wear your halo like a hat, that's like the latest fashion
I got angels all around me, they keep me surrounded
Who is you, and who the fuck is you and who is him?
All of a sudden, woo wap da bam, you can't touch me
Na, na, na, na, I got angels
I got, I got angels
Na, na
Na, na
I got, I got—
We gon' get it poppin', we gon' get it jukin'
We gon' throw a party, and we ain't gotta do shit
You came with your best friend, came here for the weekend
Rollin' with your party, so tell me what you thinkin'
Said we gon' have a juke jam, we gon' have a juke jam
We can have a party, just listening to music
Like we used to do, I'll get close to you
I remember you, you used to, I remember you, 'cause
We've got so much history, baby , maybe 
Music is all we got
Music is all we got
Music is all we got
Oh, bom-bom-bom
So we might as well give it all we got
Music is all we got 
Music is all we got 
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
Music
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
We know, we know we got it
Music
Music is all we got
Soulo ho-ho twerk somethin' 
Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin' 
I'm so def, I ain't ever heard nothin'
My name Herb, take herb, smoke herb 
How 'bout you? No dap, but I'll take a pound or two
No doubt like Gwen Stefani's group
Look, let me put my mouth where you potty, boo 
Yeah, them niggas pissed, need potty training
They movement shit, that's a potty train
She ain't left yet, but she probably came
We kicked it then I score, soccer game 
She was a phony goalie, I got great aim though, don't insult me
I'll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me
My name Soulo, 'cause I'm the one and only
She only got you as a nigga on the side
That's a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie
Then we got out a Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard
Music and tabs of Lucy,
take your chance with this rapper
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again 
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
I don't even talk to them on the phone again
Leave in the AM, on the road again
So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again
I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ayy, ayy
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking all night, hey
All night, I been drinking all night
I been drinking all night, I been drinking, ayy, ayy, ayy 
You ready, big fella?
]
Even better than I was, even better than I was
Even better than I was
Even better than I was, even better than I was
Even better than I was 
(I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be so good)
So
So, so
So, so
So, so, so, so, so, so
So, so, so, so, so, IGH
So, so
So, so
So, so
So, so, so
Did a good ass job, did a good ass job
And I'm good
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Igh, igh, igh, igh, igh
Igh
Nice to see you, Father New Year
Middle finger Uncle Samuel
Shooting death with weighted dice
And hitting stains on birthday candles
I know somebody, somebody loves my ass
'Cause they help me beat my demon's ass
Like Cassius ducking the draft and now the fight is over
The type to love from a distance, not the type that told her
Spent three days on the rap, trash it and type it over
With babies on the block underarms like fighting odors
Coppers and quotas
,
hold ya head like 2Pac had taught
Obviously, they are on a come up
With better chances tobogganing in the fucking summer
Concoctions for the bad days and a condom for the good ones
All odds against us, we tryna get lucky
,
doper than Lucky
You're ending happy, that's only a tugging
Like Satan masturbating, shit come hot, but y'all still love me
Ugh, h
ow Father Time a deadbeat? Maybe I'm adopted
That'll explain why all of my shit been so timeless, igh
Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga
Nobody's nothing, nigga
Everybody's somebody's everything, nigga
Nobody's nothing at all
Wu-Tang
Everybody's somebody's everything
That's right
Nobody's nothing
I know you're right
May the Lord give your journey mercy
May you be successful, grant you favor
And bring you back safely, I love you
When I was so young before I could remember
I would always treat my gang like family members
Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up
When I was so young before I could remember
I would always treat my gang like family members
Even when I changed, a nigga never changed up
I always bring my friends, my friends, my friends, my friends up
Well at least, like you know, that's what they make me feel like
Why they make you feel like that?
I don't know, I mean it's America, right?
Ooh, hot damn, hot water, hot shower
Hotlanta, smoking green, cauliflower 
Tangerine, yeah, I call her sweet and sour
And my lawyer say it's urgent, I'ma call him in a hour
Why toss my filter when she saving my life?
The same shit that kills us, always feels so right
That's why I pray to the dealer, God know who he be
Truth be told, he juiced me, introduced me to the lucy leaf
Oh-oh-oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter
Bic flick, kick the habit and the bucket, fuck your supplier
Lies, Levis on fire
,
flyer on the wall, I'm brighter
In the darkness of the night, in the sky I get higher, higher
Still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking
,
muhfucker, motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken
,
Frank Ocean listening
,
stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping
,
motha, shut your mouth
This part right here, right now, right here, this part my shit
I play this so loud in the car, I forget to park my whip
I lean back, then spark my shit, I turn up, I talk my shit
Hope you love all of my shit, I hope you love all of my shit
I'm still a chain-smoking, name dropping
Good looking
,
muhfuckin', motha, shut your mouth
Brain broken
,
Frank Ocean listening
,
stain hitting
Satin woodgrain gripping, paint dripping
,
motha, shut your mouth
Igh!
Oh, all my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
Oh, I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
All my days
I prayed and prayed
And now I see the finish line
I'm gonna finish mine, yeah
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do, do-do, do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do
Do-do, do-do, do
Alright, we got it
[
Part II: Drown
]
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Lord rain down on me so I can move on water
Like children at the altar, like God inside my house
I love you, I love you, you looking holy like Mama
You made a church out of feathers, so when she fly to the Father
She know the choir gon' follow and all the offering paid
She gave my name away to your holy house
She like my blessings in disguise
She like her Jesus mountain high
So He can watch her lonely child
,
I know my God
I know my God, seen His breaks and His edges
Are jagged for giving that pain to His city in gold
Like everything is everything
Like all them days He prayed with me
Like emptiness was tamed in me
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
And all that was left was His love
Never, never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
Never, never, never 
This thirst in my soul 
Where else can I go?
but You?
I may cry a river 
But You take each drop and You wash 
Me new 
This water is deep 
Jesus, rescue me 
Take me to Your mountain 
So someday Chicago will be free 
Be free 
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
The water may be deeper than it's ever been
Never drown
I was lost in the jungle like Simba after the death of Mufasa
No hog, no meerkat
Hakuna matata by day, but I spent my night-time fighting tears back
I prayed and prayed and left messages
But never got no hear-back or so it seemed
A mustard seed was all I needed to sow a dream
I build the ark to gently, gently row my boat down Noah's stream
Sometimes the path I took to reach my petty goals was so extreme
I was so far down in the mud
Couldn't even let my light shine
But you was always there when I needed to phone a friend or use a lifeline
From a lofty height we wage war
On the poltergeist with the exalted Christ
Spark the dark with the pulse of light
Strike a corpse with a pulse of life
I spit on the Tidal, it's tidal waves
I spit on the Apple and kill a worm
A fire in Cali'll swallow a valley for every African village burned
Jay Elect would've never made it
O' son of man, O' son of man
Who was the angel in Revelations with a foot on water and a foot on land?
Who was the angel that rode a Harley from the project to the house of Parliament?
And opened the book in the Devil's chamber
And put the true name of the Lord in it?
Old Jerusalem, New Jerusalem
Comes like this beast with a ball of fire
They poisoned the scriptures and gave us the pictures of false messiahs, it was all a lie
Mystery Babylon tumbling down
Satan's establishment crumbling down
This is the year that I come for the crown
Bury my enemies under the ground
I don't have time to finesse
I put some ice on your neck
But I ain't holding you back
I spend my time on the road
Super ain't saving no hoes
I don't have time to patrol
Let me break these bales right down for a second
When it touch down, ooh
I got to lay back the roof
I got her breakin' the rules
She can't be taking no calls
When she involved with a boss
Please don't get lost in the sauce
Please don't get lost in the sauce
She been like this from the door
Told me her mom was a ho
I gave her Percs for herself
I give her Perc for esteem
I'm tryna crown me a queen
You hear the chains when they cling
I take that molly, it's clean
I push the whip with the wings
I gotta be overseas
I gotta be on the pedal
I push it down to the floor
I got designer galore
I keep some Goyard and 'gars
I smoke out all of my cars
You smell the weed in the air
You smell the smoke in the seats
You went and had our child
You didn't abandon the D
You got me twisted at least
You can
Let me crack your back
Let me rub you all over
Take it down, ooh
Let me make this blunt
Make you dinner or somethin'
You deserve, you deserve
We deserve, we deserve 
We deserve a smoke break
We deserve, we deserve
We deserve a smoke break
Suck my motherfucking dick
It's the young Randy Velarde
Queens, baby
Blow me
Am I the only one who really care about cover art?
Growing up I ain't have my brother 'cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start
I ain't know what that mean
I bumped heads with my dean
Dropped out and hit the scene
Now I'm stunting like bling
Time and time again, they told me no
They told me I wouldn't go
'Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes
Well, maybe that shit was my interest
Now I spend more than they make at my dentist
After "1 Night," them folks thought I was finished
I pinned my name to the game like a seamstress
Oh, bitch, I bite like a gator
Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper
Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater
Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer
Oh, they fuck with me 'cause I'm different
New sound, new appearance
Bitch, it's Boat from the 6
Give a fuck about a bitch
Walk with my hand on my dick, I'm the shit
I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
I swear that I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes
Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste
Fuck you, oh-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, oh-oh
Fuck you, fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fuck you-ou-ou-ou
Fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu, fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck you, fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
Fu-u-u-u-u-uck you, fu-fuck you
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
Burned too many brain cells down, no, no
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, nigga
I burned too many brain cells down
Burned too many brain cells down
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, oh, no
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now, fuck 'em
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
I burned too many brain cells down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's better than tripping is falling in love
What's better than Letterman, Leno, Fallon, and all the above
What's better than popping bottles trying to ball in the club
Is the first caveman pops with his son, ball and a club
What's better than paper is ballin' it up
What's better than followers is actually fallin' in love
What's better than frolicking, follies, fallin' in mud
Rolling in green pastures, wanderin', followin' love
What's better than eating is feeding your fam
What's better than meetings is missing meetings to meet with your fam
What's better than leaning and needing a Xan
Is hitting your xan dreaming a dream could mean leaving the land
What's better than yelling is hollerin' love
What's better than rhymes, nickels, dimes and dollars and dubs
Is dialing up your darling just for callin' her up
It ain't nothing better than fallin' in love
Igh
I've seen it come back, back, back and forth
You hit the nail right on top of the head
I know you've seen it all before
But when it looks you in the eyes
It ain't nothin' you could say but "That's love"
That's love
That's love
That's love
Say that's love, ooh, ooh
That's love
That's love
That's love, that's love, that's love
I love you 
I love you 
I love you 
I love you 
I love you 
I love you 
I love you 
I love you 
I love you
That's love
That's love, that's love
Say that's love, ooh, ooh, that's love 
That's love, that's love, that's love, that's love, igh
It's alright, and it's okay
And we're all good, we're with homies
Any problems, you can call us
It's all love, it's all love
So good, so right, hey baby
So good, so right
You know it feels so good
So good, so right
To be with you tonight
So good, so right
To be with you tonight
So good, so right
To be with you tonight
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam, all my friends, when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam, all my friends, when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam, all my friends, when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam, all my friends, when my mans go away
Remember Jeepers and Odyssey Fun World?
Young pimpin' like you oughta see one girl
Mama Jann, mama Charlie, and my mama Lisa
Booster seat used to boost my kitty, Connie's Pizza
And every year we made a Christmas list
And Auntie Linda cooked a Christmas dish
And all of our grandparents made a Christmas wish
Like "Lord, let me see another year like this", uhh
Heads down, eyes shut, time to play Seven Up
Heads bowed, hands clutched, bottles gone, Heavens up
Smile comes through, though my eyes might cry
When they reminisce over you, my God
When they reminisce over you, my God
Fannin' the fire, hands is up higher
Cannot believe it, damn I'm a rider
Ridin' on twenties, twenty years prior, I couldn't buy a
Forget it you get it
God is so awesome, devil's a liar
Take 'em to church, but I need a choir
I believe, I believe, there's somewhere out there for us all
There's a paradise 
I believe that if I die, I'll see my homies somewhere in paradise
Fannin' the fire, hands is up higher
Cannot believe it, damn I'm a rider
Ridin' on twenties, twenty years prior, I couldn't buy a
Forget it you get it
God is so awesome, devil's a liar
Take 'em to church, but I need a choir
I believe, I believe, I believe
Somewhere in paradise
I believe, I believe, I believe
Somewhere in paradise
I believe, I believe, I believe
Yep, igh, igh, igh
I got suspended, ooh, you got suspended
For chiefin' a hunnid blunts, 14,400 minutes
Fans all in the stands, they hands for Mr. Bennett
That racket over the net, ooh, give me my tennis
Shoes,
give me a minute, ooh, I can't be tardy
My class is already started, they told my mom I'm retarded
But that 10 Day done in one night, Honda from a Hyundai
No tassel in the spring, but after summer I'm alumni
They took my nigga one night, and I was standing right there
An inch away from Heaven, a million songs from right here
A step away from South by, a swing away from Cali
A hook away from verses, I'm a dad away from rapping
So at the school they arrested him, back seat, squad car, nestled in
Shouts to the bitch nigga Heselton
Wit' his Big Show body ass wrestlin'
Finna see the 10 Day Pestilence, so far, so good, so special and
No stars, good jobs, or excellents
And I'm still so fucking nonchalant
Ooh, you got suspended, ooh, you not gon' finish
Ooh, you look familiar, ooh, you look like Kenneth
Damn they gon' resent it, ooh, you representin'
A class of bad kids, 14,400 minutes, ahh
Igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh, igh 
Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
In what you be in what you do
Don't stop 
I said don’t stop in what you be, in what you do
Don’t stop 
Don't stop in what you be, in what you do
Don't stop 
10 Day
We gon' get this paper 
You gon' see us laid up 
Monica and Ava, thanks for all the favors
Got my money saved up 
We gon' get this paper 
You gon' see us laid up 
Monica and Ava, thanks for all the favors
Got my money saved up 
Ayo, I wanna thank MC Tree mama
I wanna thank Fox mama, I wanna thank Robbie mama
Lili mama, Peter mama
My mama, my dad mama
Your mama, I wanna thank moms
I wanna thank, L-Boog mama, I wanna thank Tom Fool mama
I wanna thank, Talent mama, Marcus mama
I wanna thank,
Thelonious mama
,
Vic mama,
Reese mama
I just wanna, I wanna thank anybody whose been a mother to a motherless child
I love you mommy
10 Day
I hope y'all had a good time
Igh
There's a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything's gonna be okay
So you know
There's a way, out of no way
Swear I know everything's gonna be okay
Gonna be okay
Back then, I was broke, I can buy it now 
Got a bitch who love me, I can die around 
I'm on my fourth cup and I'm tired now 
Your gas tank 93 so you can't ride around
Name hold weight, elites
Get head in the car with my seats 
Like my pants no crease 
Gotta watch out for a leech
No two fish, Uber Eats
Perky one-two-threes
New Era hat say "3"
Fuck a bitch while she bleed
She nameless like Lil Keed
Drink my seeds, yes, indeed
Fuck with Chance, he elite
I got a bitch and she don't cheat
Foreign car, beep-beep
Get out my way, I'm OC
I can't go back to DOC
Even though I'm ODB 
I put my bitch in Saint Laurent 
Smokin' gas like Chevron 
Ain't got a Grammy, soon one'll come, mmh
The streets told me I'm the one, yeah
Salmon Gucci slide, slide around 
Legit on that jet, I can fly around 
Livin' with some people I could die around 
Livin' with the people I'ma die around 
Salmon Gucci slide, slide around 
Legit on that jet, I can fly around 
Livin' with some people I could die around 
Livin' with the people I'ma die around 
I believe in long distance love, God that's above
Bond that's so strong can't let y'all bald-headed—
Yeah, y'all interrupt, you all in a rush
We all gon' meet up in the up, in the upper room
If I run into em', I'll be ru-running to em'
We could re-run the show, we could re-bump into 'em
If we read the wrong one, we could re-jump the broom
If we read the wrong one, baby we jump the groom
I'm ready to be groomed
I'm ready to assume, the position is filled
I was ret since the womb
I was not made for this, this was made for me
And it's gonna work out
Today I missed my workout, but it worked out
Now I'm missing work now, but it worked out
Had to buy a crib, 'fore I bought my first house
Had my first kid, I love how she turned out
I love how she turned up, even if I'm burned out
I'ma have so many seeds, I could have a birdhouse
I'ma love on they mama, I hope it work out
I hope it work out
Do you remember how when you were younger
The summers all lasted forever? 
Days disappear into months, into years
Hold that feeling forever
I'm like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip 
I'm like oh my God, shawty came in with the drip 
I'm like her and her friend , came for the show 
Her and her friend came for the show, I'm like, um
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? 
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? 
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? 
Can you do it simple just like lemonade? 
Put some water on the grass to make it grow 
I like her skin all black like a crow 
I'm like, "Get it, please, baby, get it," uh
I'm like, "Dip it, nacho chip it," ayy
She like the club, but she don't dance, though 
I text her kitty and she text me back hello 
I'm like Simple Lemonade 
I'ma play my cards right, I ain't talkin' spades 
They should be afraid
Money growin' on the tree, it's gon' cause a shade 
Please, can you hold on? Please, could you hold on? Ayy 
'Cause me and Chance ain't gon' take long 
'Cause me and Chance ain't gon' take long 
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip 
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip 
Too much dip on my chip 
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm 
Used to carry all the groceries in in one trip 
Simply Minute Maid, gone in one sip 
Too much dip on my chip
Stiff arm a jit to get my lip balm 
Get up off that bed, big fella
You a grown boy, big fella
You need your diaper change, big fella
You still catching a bus nigga and living at mom's crib, big fella
You been tryna get money
You only got ten singles in your pocket, big fella
Get up now, big fella, find you a job
Still playing Xbox 360, you ain't even got an Xbox One
You got a PS1 and an Xbox 360, big fella
Go find you a job, today, right now, big fella
The sun is almost gone, big fella
Get up now, big fella
(...playin' yourself like a toy
Boy you just a...)
Get up, big fella
What is you doing?
You been sleeping all day, big fella
You ain't even got no pillows or no cover or no sheets on your bed, big fella
It's time to find another hustle, big fella
That scamming ain't cutting it, big fella
Get up now
Get up, get up, get up, big fella
I hate to lose, I hate to try, I hate to win
I hate to cruise, I hate to fly, I hate to swim
I hate the optimistic smirks on the face of children
I hate the government and those who deface its buildings
I hate artists, hate creatives, I hate bright people
I hate darkness, I hate racists, I hate white people
I hate small speakers, I hate loud speakers
I hate great concerts,
I don't like crowds neither
I hate money, I hate change, I hate hope
I hate funny, I hate strange, I hate dope
I hate charities and parodies and tragedies
I hate carrots, peas, asparagus
Virtually all vegetables, circuses, all festivals
Texts that are oversexual, motion because it's perpetual
I hate schedules, calendars, reminders
Cause they just remind us that tomorrow gon' be just as timeless
I fucking hate you
And it just don't
And it just don't
And it just don't
It don't get no better
It don't get no
It don't get no better
It just don't get no better
We can't be out here pleasin' everybody 
I know, you know, we know just who we are 
And if you with me, then I'm with you darlin' 
Baby, all day long 
Baby, all day long 
Baby, all day long 
Baby, all day long 
Hey, we made it, we made it
I'm feelin' grateful
I'm here with my favorite
Oh God, I'm thankful
Our song and we played it
So good, we played it 
I just wanted to keep on playin' 
We made it, we made it
I'm feelin' grateful
I'm here with my favorite
Oh God, I'm thankful
Our song and we played it
So good, we played it 
Baby, all day long 
Baby, all day long 
Baby, all day long 
Baby, all day long
Baby, all day long
Yeah
My baby mama went celibate
Lies on my breath, she say she couldn't take the smell of it
Tired of the rumors, every room had an elephant
Tryna find her shoes, rummagin’ through the skeletons
She took away sex, took me out of my element
I tried to do the single-dad mingle-dance
At the club with the iron in my wrinkled pants
You could fall much faster than you think you can
Big hands for my ring, I'ma need a Pringles can
I just want the shine back like a Eagles fan
My ego like, "Ah damn, there he go
Prayin' again, again, the same ol’ thang"
I mean, I ain't gon' promise that the pain go away
And you can take your sweet time, but she ain't gon' wait
'Cause a new coat of paint don't make the stain go away
But he go high
And we go high
They go low, we go…
Higher, higher
My wife nanny like Fran Drescher
Three damn Grammys, my Granny like, "No pressure"
So much style, my stylist got no dresser
Fuck goin' straight to the pros, I’m professor
Fuck bein’ one of the G.O.A.T.s, I'm Gotenks
Tried to try that with my girl, she "No thanks"
Dropped the bomb, I couldn’t find a Tom Hanks
Got me pressed, tryin' to find DeVon Frank
Who the fuck rocked the boat? It's gon' sank
Shootin’ at me point blank with those blanks
They don't take teenage angst at no banks
Tried some new hues like Langston gon' paint
You gotta come harder than that
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
It's two different things
It's too bad, and it's so sad
It's too bad, and it's so sad
It's two things
It's too bad, and it's so sad
We give the glory to You, God
One livin' true God, You make us booyah
And throw up the Wu like U-God
They prop up statues and stones, try to make a new God
I don't need a EGOT, as long as I got You, God
Deep breathe, the woosah
Pretty sure I need You in this season like a flu shot
I just sit and wait like I'm with Kirsten when she shoe shop
Know you always with me like how Diddy be with Blue Dot
Got us movin' 'round without the straps like a tube-top
Got me big comfy like Molly's couch
Floatin' 'round the city like Malcolm X dolly'd out
They highly doubt, I guarantee it
This the part of my life my Lifetime movie prolly 'bout
When they come to jump a board, I won't ollie out
I too was once a snotty nose with a potty mouth
One day you get 1 OAK, then poppied out
And poppin' out don't seem as popular as just passin' out
When time get rationed out, you get rational
Folks become pageants inside the fashion house
They start to clash and you let 'em hash it out
But stay passive, so if they crash, you got a fastened belt 
Lord bless my lineage, let me be the skinniest
Let me get some time with him, let him know who Kenny is
Children born in one's youth are like arrows in the hands of a warrior
Well, I got an extendo with a long nose like Phineas
Kids proud like Penny is
BeBe & CeCe, I need like 20 twins
Got her in my family like Indian
Feel it in your gut like when you uppercut Ballchinians
Speakin' of guts, hers pokin' out like Winnie in the red shirt
I don't have to teach you a lecture about how sex works
I found out diamonds make pressure
I used to dive headfirst, just know I had to let go of the flesh first
It's true, God, this union was for You, God
We standin' at the stoop, we want to make it to the rooftop
You told us bring some people through, we tried to bring a few, God
We tried to form a new bond, just tell us what to do, God
Ice, melting in my chain
Pretty as my hair
Ugly as my name
Dirty as my gold
Comfy as my chair
Ugly is my name
Ugly is my name
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
My sword look just like Michael's
He lent it to me, this a house of God
I'm just leasing, he rent it to me
This sentence he penned it too
That's a Gmail, he sent it to me
I can send you his contact, hit him if you in combat
Hit him if you in traffic, even if there ain't no static
That's my G, he got me shinin'
My hair, he made it tangled
My seed, don't need no lining
A halo fits on an angel
And if the shoe fits, I'll tie his and let the kiddie rap
Finally give the city back, and ask God for a piggy-back
Up on his shoulders I notice, I'm within earshot
I yell, "Thanks for makin' us in your image
You got a good sense of hubris"
Synagogue and bottle caps
A body in the underpass says, where's my Jesus?
Pledge allegiance to the money now
We runnin down to kiddie parks where darker kids be casualty
Like come with me, to the museum
Excuse them, they know of what they do
Sparring is training,
don't let Denzel Training Day you
Sensei could catch a fade too
We be on that elegant, hella melanin
Pelle Pelles since they crayons and jelly pens
And now you know Noname ain't never for none
Ayo, you know Chano ain't never for none
And now you know Noname ain't never for none
Ayo, you know Chano ain't never for none
Ha-HA!! And you don't stop
Ayy! Ayy!
Boom bap, and you don't stop
Hahahahaha!
I told you that was gonna be fun though
Nah that was... Oh shit!
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
Mama you know, Mama you know its gonna rain
Father you know
Promised, you said it would rain, finally I'm home
You left on the light when I left on the flight, but I made it alright
I've been waiting all week, I've been waiting all night
Jason Van Dyke
Had to say something on Saturday
See you at Church on Sunday
Open Mike coming on Monday
I wonder what the internet gonna say
When SNL end with the Indie
Then the third tape slide down the chimney
Via Kirsten, Kinsley, Lisa, Kenny, Taylor, Wendy, Austin win the Emmy, Mama Jan too
Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain
Rain down Zion, it's gonna rain
It's possible
It's possible
(
Vous allez accomplir, vous allez accomplir, allez
)
It's possible (
Tu vas gagner
)
It's possible 
It's possible
It's possible
Once upon a time, I had carats supplied
To a pair of fair rings I would share with the bride
Every kiss begins with Claire's cut clarity size
They were forever, but marriage had an apparent decline
Now we live in fear of doin' what our parents was tryin'
So every Rapunzel don't got the kind of hair you can climb
Ever since they lost a slipper, every pair that they find
They say these boots were made for dancing like Mary J. Blige
We live a life apart, life so hard
Life'll never really end up like the start
We learned together how the back door feels
And we was jumping over brooms in tobacco fields
We was the same, all black folks still
Until the white man found out black votes steal elections
So they legitimized us, but behind us
It's still black folks at the back door still
For every small increment liberated, our women waited
And all they privacy been invaded
Almost every trait I got through the slave owner gone
Skin brown, nose round, but the Bennett made it
Now I wanna give it to her, Sierra Leone, serenade
Sometimes love come with its own barricade
Sometimes love just gotta hold, marinate
Let it hold, let it wait, here it go, here it go
It's possible 
It's possible 
It's possible 
It's possible 
It's possible
It's possible
Ayy, yo
Once upon a time, a girl from Trinidad
Had to fly to Canada and sneak into the land
Of the free and of the brave, feet under the sand
And I came in realizing nothing free in the land
Dreams of making money, had to split it with Sam
All that Making the Band, yeah, I could've did it, but damn
Rather really be on the come-up, had to stick to the plan
Went from rockin' with Fendi, now Fendi know I'm a brand
That's how God do, I'm in your top two
And I ain't number two, conquered rap, then the pop too
You gon' stop who? Get off cock, boo
Since "Itty Bitty Piggy," giving bitches what they bop to
I met my husband when I was seventeen out in Queens
If you love it, let it go, now I know what that means
While he was up North for a body
I bodied everybody and got known for my body
My nigga home now, he the Clyde to my Bonnie
'Bout to walk down the aisle and be a mommy
Ooh, I remember when I cried like, "Why me?"
Now I wouldn't exchange my life for Armani
Sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming and then it hits me
Gotta remember who I am when it slips me
Kids running up to the car yelling, "Nicki"
All my bad bitches, I know that y'all with me
Fuck they thought was sittin' in my seat?
Got a big bowl of ice cream sitting in my Jeep
Got some killers that'll put you on ice, so don't sleep
'Bout to dead this whole beef and rock some gold teeth
It's possible, it's possible
It's possible to me
Said it's been a long time, long time now, now, now
Said it's been a long time, long time now
And it's been a long time, long time now
Well-known all across the globe
For my player ways and my skimpy clothes
Houston hottie with a model body
I'ma bust it open like a centerfold
Bad bitch with a lot of options 
After me, it's really hard to top it 
She don't suck it sloppy, she don't like to ride it
She don't lick the balls, she ain't really wifey, ah 
All that talking shit, you know that excite me 
And I know that mean you love me
When you tell me you don't like me 
And I know you need some pussy
When you argue and we fightin'
Don't you put them in our business
If we beefin', keep it private, huh 
Baby, you look good, you look handsome 
Rich nigga put that dick up for some ransom 
Before I let you go, I had to have some 
Rich bitch so you know I got my bands up 
Baby, I look good, I look handsome 
Somebody gon' take me for ransom 
Everybody 'round me was dancin'
Ain't nobody 'round me could have none 
Baby, you look good, you look pretty 
I know why you stopped fuckin' with me 
It's a lot of bomb in the city 
But you know nobody could get 
Oh my god, think it's the greatest day of my life (
Oh, Lord
)
So glad you arrived
But the only way to survive is to go crazy
Yeah, the only way to survive...
In the simulation
This is the only part I like
Or I might just be a molecule of Christ
Folding in a universe of dust and light
Or maybe we're just molecules in the body of Christ
Uh, this is for sand in my shoes, shout out to Oak Street
For the free train rides, shout out to Polk Street
To the ice cream man you just on hella dirt
How you don't see us can't hear us, you Helen Keller?
But I'ma save my dollars for Mary Jane and embellish her
Inhalin' her, smellin' her, maybe sellin' her
You niggas got cold feet, shouts to Luke Helliker
But that's my homie, my dude be droppin' hella verses
So, shouts to D.O.C. and Nu Tribe too
Man we out this jam, see how new guys do
But its still save money like a coupon
So you can catch me off of the Ave gettin' my stoop on
And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah
And I just want to roll with my windows down, yeah, oh, ooh, ha
We can be , eternal 
We can be , eternal 
Side chicks can't dance like this, uh
Side niggas can't dance like this, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Side niggas can't step like this, uh-uh
Side niggas can't stand like this, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Now these the first world problems that niggas make up
Keep on playin', we gon' shake this shit up
Keep on tellin' us we makin' it up
The American Dream, may you never wake up
[Outro: Chance The Rapper &
Daniel Caesar
]
The day is on its way, it couldn't wait no more
Here it comes,
ready or not, ready or not
Ready or not,
ready or not, ready or not
The day is on its way, it will not wait another day
No more, no more
The day is on its way, I cannot wait, here it's to stay
No more, no more
The day is on its way, it couldn't wait no more
Here it is
You are very special
You're special, too
Everyone is special
This I know is true
When I look at you
You are very special
You're special, too
Everyone is special
This I know is true
When I look at you
Chance The Rapper
10 Day
Stupid ass student, true, I got truants in Spanish
Beats by Inglish, rap Chanish
Fluent, can't fly, got flew in, I'm foolin'
Adidas influence Nike, I do's it
Coolin' with Mikey, low-key I rock
Mags on my bike, Tay like he chuck
Hockey I puck, Rockie, I fresh
Saki, my cup, like Rocky, "Wassup"
Ooh he got two weeks ten with the foolie
Doobie sawbuck, school be too huff
Caleb my nigga, Fresco my nigga
Gon head send it up, SAVEMULA too tough
This ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
Said this ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
This ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
Said this ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
Wavy, so wavy, trendin', I'm trendy
Bending these pennies mommy done gave me
Business so savvy, savey, no spendy
Drifty so empty, city so windy
Master champ Chancelor, TrapMan the Chance or
Vance the bag handler, Bagger Vance
Pants is baggy, Vans rancid, band of bad bandits
Abandoned bandanas, banned from band practice
Sentence so gavel, wordplay so Scrabble
Chance to split atoms slit Adam apples
Adamant Chano rat-a-tat vandals
Had to have at em' as an example
This ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
Said this ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
This ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
Said this ain't no game, ain't shit here funny
You got me fucked up fucking with my money
I swear my story just like big fish
I've seen hoes, I was always just like, "Which witch?"
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah
I swear my story just like big fish
I've seen hoes, I was always just like, "Which witch?"
One day, big catch, hit the bait and switch switch
I was on the line, I became the big fish, yeah
In the real world, these just people with ideas
In the real world, these just people with ideas
In the real world, these just people with ideas
In the real world, these just people with ideas
That shit cray, that shit dead
, that shit fake, plastic head
Cassius Clay at his head, atta boy, atta kid
I'ma need a napkin, cook 'em up
And he gon' need an Aspirin, hook him up
Niggas was busy scrappin', put 'em up
I was too busy rapping, good as fuck
Niggas don't act like grown ups
When niggas don't get to grow up
Niggas don't wanna throw hands
That's what made me wanna throw up
But these young gunners ain't nothin' but young stunners
And niggas see you as come ups so niggas just wanna run up
Niggas asking, "What up?" I said on my soul, I'm a hundred
My niggas stay in the low end, the others stay in the hundreds
My daddy throw me the hands and my momma told me to love 'em
My neighbors told me they hunting, I hope I make it through summer
They stole one of my niggas, I should have seen that one coming
My priest told me it's angels, my niggas told me its nothing
I'm thinking about my nigga he thinking before he die
I'm going to war with fate and I'm going to war with God
I'm burning up all the papers 'cause all the reporters lied
I called up my lil' homie, bought him a .45
Brown boys are dying and none of 'em were for business
And all of em' love they momma and all of they mommas miss 'em
And this shit is just stupid, this shit is fucking senseless
The news shouldn't support it, this shit is getting expensive
I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
And I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
And now for something completely different
And I don't know why I sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I find you
And hoping that I find you
I been hoping that I find you
I'm missing you
I'm missing you
I'm missing you
I'm missing you
I'm missing you
In the real world, these just people with ideas
In the real world, these just people with ideas
I'm missing you
In the real world, these just people with ideas
It’s just me and la cucaracha tonight
Cold pizza with the hot Sriracha tonight
Apple TV, Comcast, don’t know what to watch-a tonight
Shoulda had ya when I had ya, now I wish I gotcha tonight
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line, you can hit my line
I guess I'll file the cabinets, fix the disha washa
Tonight 
Feed the fishes twist a swisha while I mix the pasta
Tonight 
Tube socks white briefs gold wrista watcha
Tonight 
On the sofa posted perfect selfie picture posture
Tonight 
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line, you can hit my line
This is not the castle this is just the casa tonight
Ain’t no Nala so my Simba ain't gon’ be Mufasa tonight
Only dust and shadows comin' from la cucaracha tonight
But if you eva in the hood like Mr. Rogers, hit my
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line
If you ain’t on shit, if you tryna shmoke
You can hit my line, you can hit my line
Roosters calling in the distance
It was all us crammed in the house
Back when my dad was the man of the house
A lot of dads left, they abandoned the house
My dad Joe Jack, start a band in the house
He said one friend, one friend in the house
Only one friend in the whole wide world
One day will come when you only have each other
Never give it up for a boy or a girl
We come in peace but we don't come in pieces
We on some tag-team WWE shit
We look just alike, the prestige is so prestigious
The splitting image of Lupita standing on them beaches
Don't tweak and don't be facetious
Those shells'll shred you to pieces
These niggas faking like demons
But I'ma send 'em to Jesus 
Versus all of you heathens
They think I'm reading Ephesians
I have all these niggas hiding, avoiding meetings like vegans
I got the keys like I'm Keegan
I'll line the trunk with the bleach
And I'll leave you inside the freezer and let you chill for the weekend
But forget over the weekend and come back inside a month
And I throw you inside the trunk but it's plastic so it ain't leakin'
But we can be cool
We can be cool
Me and my brother
We can be cruel
Find your ass
Line your ass up
Go to work on 'em
Roosters calling in the distance
It's a lot more crammed in the house
Back when Chance was the man of the house
Baseball bats if they ran in the house
We from out south like birds in the clouds
When I was eleven, heard my homie dad died
This shit deeper than music, I got PTS for life
So if you do production just make sure the drums right
The independent Bennetts will never need your advice
Our image won't diminish 'cause Charlie and Marley right
Me and Chano like Peschi and Robin's life
A made man, we just makin' the songs right
You just makin' the song hype
I really snapped, the last time I rapped I was movin' packs
In adolescence, seen ambulances, learned other lessons
Catchin' blessings, overstretchin' from first-hand impressions
Chano called my phone voicemail, hope he don't get a message
Heard that I exit from my axis off that intersection
So if you say somethin' 'bout big bro, bitch, I'ma smack you reckless
We from down south, we bogus twice and we are not from Texas
One more rep, can't run around strapped, so I walk around like pedestrian
Chi-town summer lookin' like my numbers, and you know how I'm bomin', ain't checkin' it
Called big bro, now we run it up, set it up, get it up, nigga, now let's begin
OTF, free Durk and them
We was inside with a curfew then
What's fire without earth and wind?
And what's a fight when it's worth the win? Yeah
Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout? Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout? Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck, fuck you tahm 'bout? Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout?
Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout? Fuck you, fuck you, nigga
Fuck you tahm, fuck you tahm 'bout? Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout? Nigga, fuck you, nigga, fuck you, nigga
Fuck you tahm 'bout? Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout?
Nigga, fuck you, nigga, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
Fuck you tahm 'bout?
22 Offs
I'm off the nog, I'm off the Loko
I'm off that local, I'm on that global
I often had dreams of being locked in my momma's Volvo
Watching the garage burn down,
I'm off the codo
I'm off the top, I'm off some pot, I'm off Ciroc, I'm off a lot
They gave me 10 days off, that's an awful lot
I was off campus but the officer
Told the office that he saw me from the parking lot
But it's all good, I'm off that
I'm just finna off his ass, off of the Ave while rocking all black
Dip off and hide the garbage bags in the dip spot
Just to make sure that I don't get caught
Buying hella bug spray, making sure I get off
They told me gon' rock it, I told them that it's lift off
How all my homies get caught? Picked off by a dick cop
Why you allowing hiccups? Why you just didn't slip off?
And now I'm at the precinct, and I'm off of my square
Having a white cop beat me while he offers me squares
You gon' torture me, yeah? Well, that's awfully fair
All for nothing, tryna tweak me like you offering years
Bitch, I ain't scared, I'm already here
Tell ya partners and ya friends the next coffin is theirs
Guess what, bitch? I'm from internal affairs
Looking for crooked cops to tweak so I can offer 'em years
Have me tweaking like I'm all full of fear 
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala
You need a name tag
She got the same ass
Same drawers, same car
Same bag, damn fraud
Shake it up, shake it up, shake it up, shake it up
Pop-pop-pop that cork
Pop it like July 4th
Shorty's don't move like yours
She got it from a store
You got it from the Stork
They don't do this up North
They always been indoors
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam, Wala Cam
Wala
Tonight it's your birthday
Let's blow out all the candles
Yeah, we could get romantic
As long as I'm with you, babe
Let's throw a party
Just us in my apartment
Yeah, back to where it started
As long as I'm, as long as I'm with you, babe
As long as I'm with you
As long as I'm with you, baby
As long as I'm with you, no, no
I'm back up in this bitch 
I'm back up in this thang 
I'm back up in this bitch 
I'm back up in this bitch 
I'm slapped up in this bitch
Get it crackin' in this bitch
I'm back up in this bitch
I'm back up in this bitch
I'm back up in this bitch
I'm slapped up in this bitch
Get it crackin' in this bitch
I'm back up in this bitch
Igh!
She working that thang, she know she got it
Lil' mama so bad, you know she naughty
Her do it so slow, now watch her take it
She giving a show, now watch her break it
Juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke
Juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke
Juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke
Juke, juke, juke, juke
Break it down
Chi-Town break it down, Chi-Town break it down
Break it down, Chi-Town break it down
Chi-Town break it down, break it down
Juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke
Juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke
Juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke, juke
Juke, juke, juke, juke
Break it down
Chi-Town break it down, Chi-Town break it down
Break it down, Chi-Town break it down
Chi-Town break it down, break it down
Got it locked, I got lots of keys
Fuck nigga don't start with me
Oh my god, oh my god I’m a novelty
At least that’s what she said when she swallowed menovelty
Your bitches had the ball, my bitches pass the ball
And this dick is a gift for that love degree, hey
Heard you graduating, girl congratulations
This ain't prom but can I take you home as if your fam was waiting
At the front door with that 44 cocked
Shawty, she got the body
She did the molly
Probably gonna do the squaddy
Right after papi
Sloppy, she extra choppy
Just did the potty
I love that bitch, the perfect thottie
The perfect thottie
Shawty, she got the body
She did the molly
Probably gonna do the squaddy
Right after papi
Sloppy, she extra choppy
Just did the potty
I love that bitch, the perfect thottie
The perfect thottie
7 PM thoughts in my home
Who to put in my will, who to put in my won't
Some people my blood, some people my flesh
That's the difference 'tween catch and fetch
I don't want nobody to be at my wedding
That won't be there for my marriage
They can see that shit on Facebook
They can like it, they can share it
Like, "Look at that lil' dress and how she wear it
I thought that pregnant belly prolly tear it"
"You know they only did this shit for money"
"I know one day that they just gon' co-parent"
"I gotta zoom in, count up all the carats"
"I know that nigga probably went to Jared"
"I know that nigga probably so embarrassed"
But they don't know nothin', baby
That's why I tell you when I say it, I say
Don't look down, don't look down
When they, when they try and make up all that bullshit
I just tell you
Don't look down, don't look down
And when we goin' towards the sky, when we get into that atmosphere
Don't look down, don't look down
And when they go into the comments, we like a comet
Don't look down, don't look down
Don't look down
I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my name up
Or change language and subject change up
Her boy's a long way from red dolls and green rangers
Things ain't been the same since Ms. Patterson called me famous
I saw your reflection in a toilet full of vomit water
You don't think I felt your hand on my head yelling, "Call his father"?
But people don't hear ghost, so how they gon' play me?
Money saved me, so I'ma do the same thing
You droppin' pounds, gettin' small on some sick shit
Like how you got the drive but don't know how to use a stick shift?
You better not miss this, overdose dope and mix this
Let your throat close with a boatload of dope quotes within it
Long time now since I seen you smile
Long time, long time now since I seen you smile
And it's been a long time, long time now
Since I seen you smile
Dropping tapes 'til I lost the count
Coughing out blood
Dropping weight like I lost an ounce
Throwing words and tossing nouns
NY traveling, I'm Boston bound, bossing 'round homies
And talking down to shorties while I'm jotting down
Notes to spit to Harlem crowds
Surfing through the Harlem crowds
At the crib, I'm falling down
I'm on the floor, crawling 'round
I'm calling out to God, "You're little angel's falling down
Save me from my darkened cloud
Reach your hands and arms around"
Long time, long time now, since I seen your smile
We miss you
10 day
It's been a really, really long time, long time
Since a goof-ass nigga done tried me
Label niggas wanna sign me
And lame ol' nigga wanna buy me
Food and weed and drink and shit
Just as long as you inkin' shit
Sometimes I can't pay for food
'Cause sometimes I can't think of shit
Where's your head at? Where's your head at?
Singing my shit like you just said that
Wanging my shit like, "Where'd you hear that?"
Young-ass nigga, where you headed?
Long time to get famous
Life's whatever you make it, just thank God that we made it
Around the world, people tend to lend advice
We can't blame them, it's all just by design
Take it all with , a grain of sand
Or leave it all up to me, I got you always
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always and forever, ever
Always, always
I got you, you've got me
I don't care what people might say
I know you know
I've got you always
Who's that in the back of the back?
You deserve a plaque and a pat on the back
I see y'all in your suits like the Cat in the Hat
With the clean black slacks and the jacket to match
Found your way back like a Cadillac with the flats
Came around like satellite, down like a battle axe
Why do you word insure me like it's Aflac?
I don't know, why do birds Burt Bacharach?
Why do
worms prefer habitats
?
Why did it occur where it happened at?
Why ain't no
apples in Apple Jacks
?
Are you ready for
The Big Day
?
I don't know, but you're well on your way
Somebody hurt you really bad
And you don't know what to do
And you think how so many people live through things like this
Sounds crazy but it's true
You can get over anything, almost
I'm telling you the truth
The one thing left to say is...
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Love me forever, that's all I ask of you
Listen to your heart
Listen to the beat
Listen to the rhythm
The rhythm of the street
Open up your eyes
Open up your ears
Get together and make things better
By working together
Its a simple message
And it comes from your heart
Believe in yourself
As thats the way to start
I'm gonna get by when the going get rough
I'm gonna love life 'til I'm done growing up
And when I go down
I'ma go down swinging
My eyes still smiling
And my heart still singing
I'm gonna get by when the going get rough
I'm gonna love life 'til I'm done growing up
And when I go down
I'ma go down swinging
My eyes still smiling
And my heart still singing
I'm gonna get by when the going get rough
I'm gonna love life 'til I'm done growing up
And when I go down
I'ma go down swinging
My eyes still smiling
And my heart still singing
I'm gonna get by when the going get rough
I'm gonna love life 'til I'm done growing up
And when I go down
I'ma go down swinging
My eyes still smiling
And my heart still singing
 Heeeee
Boat, Chance
Boat, Chance
Boat, Chance
I count my blessings too often
My best friends on one hand
My sheep when I’m done here
Gotta get up, get up
I count my blessings too often
My best friends on one hand
My sheep when I’m done here
Gotta get up, get up
Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham
Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam
If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam
If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam
Shake that jam
Heads bowed for the curly haired sons of Abraham
Dear father, guide all my brothers away from Sam
If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam
If they ever get caught let's hope they shake that jam
Shake that jam
I know I gotta get this money 'til my dyin' soul
By the low, I come from the trenches, we was by the store
Baby, no, I don't wanna buy your love, but my heart is cold
Gotta roll, all my homies old and I keep 'em close
Lucid dream, ridin' that hemi thing, swear I do the most
Brand new fiend, she drink anything, she might need a Coke
Never sleep, gotta get to this bag, I ain't goin' broke
Wanna kick it with me, but I ain't got no legs, I been on the go
I don't go with no plan, better stick with your plan
Did you hear what I said? I don't know what you sayin'
And you know I'm the man, let's get to the deads
Let's get to some bread, better hop out in your bag
When you want a bag, you get a bag
You need a bag, you get a bag
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh 
You want a bag, you get a bag 
You need a bag, you get a bag 
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh 
Don't hyperventilate
Keep the lyric cool like Cole Bennett Lemonade
The boy got aluminum foil on his dinner plate
Lot of matcha and lattes when it's gettin' late
The mattresses can inflate
Walk out like a zombie from the stu' and assimilate
Humans to simulate
Morning in the bed, close the lights and dim the drapes
Always Matt Damon when you come Jimmy Kimmel late
Tryna fill the shoes, Nick Cannon with rental skates
Pissed like urinal cakes
I'm ready, I'm finna take the long ride home
Like the end of a limo date
Rolled the window down so hard that the window break
And toss out my demo tape
Ooh, ooh
I'ma do my own thing
I'm finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing
Please don't hit me in my DM
Promise that my BM gonna slide when she see 'em
I know she gonna see 'em 'cause I'm defa finna show her
Take her to the culprit then I take her to the store 
She just like my personal space, got a circular waist
Pull my shirt when she work, work, work, work, work
If you work in my space, better keep that shit 'fessional
I don't like to be bothered when I work, work, work, work
Please leave me the fuck alone, new fiancée, that's my cologne
Doin' too much and sayin' too much, that's how y'all ass end up alone
I'ma just pimp off, you a send-off, I don't really ever like to get involved
Got a baby, got a house, got in-laws, go and kick rocks
I'ma do my own thing
I'm finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah
]
Okay, don't mind if it don't pay me, it ain't my biz
How you gon' raise yo' voice?
Gon' raise yo' money, won't raise yo' kids? 
Bad little bitty in the city that I'm in 
When I go and travel, I might have to take her with
She say she like how the car stop, but the rims don’t
Ain't wanna leave but I had to go, like Trey Songz
I was 18 with a '98  sellin' 28s
Now I'm 25, sellin' 16s , it's a hunnid ways
My new girl a freak, she my type, she unique
Make her sang when we bang, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet
Tell my ex it's a dub, that's a wop, that's unlikely
Put a bustdown on my wifey, like Gucci Mane, so icy
I'ma do my own thing
I'm finna buy a ringtone, then let the phone ring
Just let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring, let it ring, ring, ring
I decided that I gotta do my own thing
Yeah, yeah, I just gotta do my own thing
Do my own thing, yeah
More, more
No, don't club him 
Don't text him 
That's right, that's right 
That's right, that's right 
I ain't single no more 
I ain't single no more 
I ain't single no more 
I ain't single no more 
Now step, now step to the left 
Now step, now step to the right 
Now step, now step to the left 
Now step, now step to the right 
Now step, step, step to the left
Now step, step, step to the right
Now step, step, step to the left
Now step, now step, now step, now step
I ain't single no more 
I'm not single no more
I ain't single no more 
I'm not single no more
I ain't single no more 
I'm not single no more
I ain't single no more 
I'm not
Yolo nigga, yolo everything
Yolo car, yolo car radio
Look me up in the yolo pages nigga, igh
Hey, Ya!
When the fuck you gonna grow up?
When that money gonna show up?
Thought that 10 Day shit would blow up
Got you stressed, ripping your 'fro up
Smokin' squares, fuckin' your throat up
And a nigga from your iPod in the party and they know ya
And your teachers wanna claim ya, they critically acclaim ya
Used to criticize your mistakes
,
"Mr. Bennett's Mr. Famous"
Mrs. Rownd just heard your mixtape
,
"the misogynistic mischief"
You the reason for the mishaps
,
and should keep coming up missing
You're a top dog; you the top, dog
They can't even catch up; you so hot, dog
And it feels good, and it feels dope
You still steal shit, cause you still broke
And you really wanna drop, really really hot
Shit that they really wanna cop,
but they wouldn't give a fuck
If you won a Grammy, if you end up in the Hall of Rock
Then you end up in a hole from a hammy to the top
Got 99 problems, got a 100 to the drugs
I should finish up this verse, but you know I don't give a fuck
YOLO!
Yo-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, YOLO 
Shouts out my juice, bitch, my cup runneth over
Bout now them suits fit, my cuffs button golden
So bitch suck my dick, igh, bitch, suck my dack
I been riding 'round in that steamer with that steamer in my lap
I swear I used to give a fuck, but now I give a fuck less
What do I think of success? What do you think of fuck fest?
You ever had a foursome? You ever been a suspect?
You ever passed the fuck out? You ever failed a drug test?
I learned from getting bumped that bumping Ye could make it be okay
All that jumping, dunking shit can't make a 3 go way
I been up inside the stu' for fucking three whole days
Yelling, "Fuck the cops, it ain't nothing to box"
So somebody pour me another shot like SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS
SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS, SHOTS,
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Give a fuck, fuck that-that Is you going, dot, dot, dot?
Like a lot, lot, lot, lot, do the fop,
bop, bop, bop
Don't stop, stop, stop, stop
In this part of my life, I'm growing up and I- and I wanna, I wanna do this the right way, go, go out of it, grow out of it, in the best way possible, so thank you guys who's been there thus far, and it's only gonna get better...
]
I don't care bout, they don't mean a thing
All these fancy things
I'll tell you that all, my weight in gold 
All I know, I know 
All the things 
All the things 
All the things 
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
I know you scared
Me too
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared too
It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout
I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out
I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks
And I ponder what's worse
Between knowing it's over and dyin' first
'Cause everybody dies in the summer
Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring
I heard everybody's dying in the summer
So pray to God for a little more spring
I know you scared
You should ask us if we scared too
If you was there
Then we'd just knew you cared too
Thought I didn't know you
You thought I didn't know you
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
We never take you outside
You never turn a crazy thing down
We never take you outside
You never turn a crazy thing down
You thought I didn't know you
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
I didn't owe you anything, gave you
They built a town on top of a hill
Yellow in hue, standing in plain sight
This caught my eye and spoke to my soul
"What a good deed," I said
Thank you, Father, Father
Thank you, Father, Father
They built a town on top of a hill
It was yellow in hue, 'cause it was bursting with light
And that's when I caught a view, what a magnificent sight
'Cause it reminds me of You, I guess
Thank you, Father, Father
You really love me
You really love me
Father, Father 
You really love me
Down
We never take you outside
You never turn a crazy thing down
We never take you outside
You never turn a crazy thing down
You thought I didn't know you
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
You thought I didn't know your worth
I didn't owe you anything, gave you
Yooooo Yooooo Yoooo
Will we continue on
String along
We need time
Yooooo Yooooo Yoooo
Will we continue on
String along
We need time
You reach into the bowl of car keys
Making eye contact, as if to say 'hows that"
Are you fucking happy now
Grab his wrist and wriggle past me
As Jenny licks her lips
Time to teach a young dog tricks
And how to bow
Remember when you couldn't hurt me
We reached a breaking point
As you lit your joint and we crossed the severn bridge
For the addy and your cold out, splow me out
Again
And you kiss him
And I kiss her
And I love her
We all go home again
She know my favorite flavor skittles
She know everything we argue 'bout
Where everything in our crib at
And every time you walk up out
She know whenever we fighting and whenever we cool
But my favorite thing she know is that she'll never be you
She know she'll never have her song, She know she'll never have my son
She know she'll never have your pain, she'll never have to have a hunch
She know everyone that I lie about, heard every freaking word
She know everything you wonder bout, and it hurt her even worse
Who'd you rather be?
Steady hold
I've grown weary and old
We're as close as we'll ever be
I was gone I had places to be
And of course you're in the last place I look
I swear ain't no where greater
Ain't no where brighter
Ain't no where better, better, better, better
Ain't no one prettier
Ain't no one wiser
Ain't no one better, better
And I'm still standing here
Standing still
I won't be moved
How used to do when
I was a rock
I was a rock and roller
Back in my day 
But now I'm just a rock 
I was a rock
I was a rock and roller
Back in my day 
But now I'm just a rock
I was a rock 
I was a rock and roller
Back in my day 
But now I'm just a rock 
I was a rock and roller
Back in my day 
But now I'm just a rock
I was a rock
You are my fire 
The one desire 
Believe when I say
I want it that-that-that way
Ooh, hot stuff all over my nachos
Walkin' like a taco
Drivin' over potholes 
Hotter than a pot roast
Fingers on my hot chips
Red-handed, c'mon man, now I'ma need some chopsticks
Quiet, leave the house when I'ma need another outfit
Flyer than a maggot on a wall inside a cockpit
Speaking of desire, man you preachin' to the choir, man
My tongue is doin' fine, but the roof is on fire
[Chorus: Nick, Backstreet Boys, &
All
]
Tell me why
Ain't nothing but a heartache
Tell me why
Ain't nothing but a mistake
Tell me why
I never want to hear you say
I want it that way
The original, now it's hot
My heart and tongue are fighting, my mind is undecided
It's not like Trump and Biden, it's more like something private
Like when your cousins fighting,
one of 'em get excited
You can't just jump the gun and pick a side and jump inside it
Remember, Pontius Pilate hung a God and justified it
The truth is slow 'cause someone's always in a rush to hide it
The lies is golden 'cause the Devil got a touch of Midas
The soul is brighter 'cause the Holy Ghost is ultraviolet
The tongue is violent when the spirit starts to hunger-striking
The thunder lightning makes the heart go under bunkers hiding
The lungs is silent when it hears the footsteps of the giants
And then, the fingertips, they twist up like Poseidon's trident
Remember safety if you ever running from the tight end
Remember Mookie if they ever come to cut the hydrant
They cut the heart out with the tongue, they want it undivided
You better not start, you make a fuss you end up uninvited
My heart and mind are beefing, I call 'em "rhyme and reason"
They always going head to head, I'm tryna Siamese 'em
My father got a special set of skills like Liam Neeson
He told me faith and squinted eyes can turn the blind Venetian
I seen the sign, I'm in the den, I'm with the lions, sleeping
I seen the wine, I seen the water turn to bright Tahitian
The heart is somewhere on Hawaiian beaches
Tying pigeons to the giant peaches
I want the beat to feel like diegesis
I'm tired of politicians tryna sell us diet Jesus
That's like dialysis was tryna sell us diabetes
Act like you was born yesterday and you gon' die a fetus
The mind's philosophy is old as Thales of Miletus
The mind is quite elitist, that's why they like choir preachers
They buy our leaders easier than I can buy a feature
That's why the genius always end up on the tightest leashes
That's how I wrote my whole entire thesis
My heart and flesh are racing, that's why I get complacent
That's why y'all get impatient, y'all don't get the invitation
I'm sitting courtside with the nurses during visitation
Watching the vitals with some popcorn in anticipation
Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?
You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name
When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart
I’m dedicating every day to you
Domestic life was never quite my style
When you smile
You knock me out, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart
You will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, I'll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, I’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday
Yeah, you’ll blow us all away
Someday, someday
Oh Philip, when you smile I am undone, my son
Look at my son. Pride is not the word I’m looking for
There is so much more inside me now
Oh Philip, you outshine the morning sun, my son
And when you smile, I fall apart
And I thought I was so smart
[Bridge: Chance The Rapper,
Francis and the Lights
, both]
My father wasn’t around
My father wasn’t around
I swear that
I’ll be around for you
I’ll do whatever it takes
I’ll make a million mistakes
I’ll make the
world safe and sound for you…
Oooh
We’ll bleed and fight for you
We’ll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you
We’ll give the world to you
And you’ll blow us all away
Someday
Someday
Yeah you'll blow us all away
Someday
Oooh
Someday
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Whatever it takes
Ooh, so make
The world safe and sound for you
Someday, someday
Someday, someday
The world safe and sound
I'll make the world safe and sound
For you
Someday
Someday
We'll make the world safe and sound for you
Someday
You will know you're strong enough foundation
One day
Someday
Look that way, nigga
Pussy  ass nigga
You watch out
Oh, yo, yo
Ayy,  ayy, ayy, ayy
Let  me in, in, in
Ah yeah, woo
Y'all  look great
Why y'all stop?
Don't quit on the count of me
This picture be developed in two or three minutes
Go  ahead, you got your shirt all wrinkled
And you... your eye is fucked up, damn
I guess I should've seen this comin' but I
This isn't how I pictured this day
You boys sure love to fight, all the time
All you do is fight, fight, fight
What you fighting over now? Money? 
Shut up, ain't nobody ask you nothin', fat boy
Goodness
These two are brothers, you family
This isn't what family looks like
Now, I came here to get a photo of my boys on their big day
Now, we could wait for this picture to develop and remember today looking like this
Or, we can go out and try this again
Go fix yourselves up
Fat boy, move in, somebody can try to put their arm around you
Come on... everyone...
Slide yo ass over
Thanks for filming this
I wrote this for you today
Chano A.K.A. Mr. Windy City
Remix!
I got the baddest chick on the planet
She ain't mixed but folks be askin' if she half Hispanic
She complain about the baby weight but I ain't panicked
Since she got pregnant she been showin' crack like bad mechanics
I rub her feet, I put in work like I was Robyn Fenty
The only chick that I hold as much is probably Kinsley
I sit with her and watch Black Ink and Being Mary
But never Love & Hip Hop, that shit get kinda scary
She stand about six feet, she used to hoop at 'Lane
I tried to stick her the other day and got my ankle sprained
I fell deep, tried to leave, but you know the way that you learn best
Is leavin' out the garage and get hit with that U-turn text
So if you got a girl and she sexy and she grown
Stay your ass at home 'fore you end up all alone
Leave the toilet seat down, always keep your phone
Ask my BM, she got her own ringtone, and she was singing...
[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, &
Young Thug
]
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
America, I just checked my following list, and
You go tell somebody
You mothafuckas owe me
Grandma told me
Get your money, Black man 
Get your money, Black man 
Get your money, Black man 
Get your money, Black man 
Black man
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody
You go tell somebody
Grandma told me, "Get your money"
Get your money, Black man 
Get your money, Black man 
Get your money, Black man 
Get your money, Black man 
Black man
You just a black man in this world
You just a barcode, ayy
You just a black man in this world
Drivin' expensive foreigns, ayy
You just a big dawg, yeah
I kenneled him in the backyard
No, probably ain't life to a dog
For a big dog
How'd it get so scandalous?
Oh, how'd it get so scandalous?
Oh, oh, baby you, how'd it get
How'd it get so scandalous?
How'd it get so scandalous?
But stay woke
But stay woke
What?
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Don't be mad 'cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you doing you
Fuck it, what you gon' do? 
Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ
Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack
Move black girls 'cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either
I love pussy, I love bitches, dude, I should be runnin’ PETA
In Adidas, with some short shorts, B-O-O all over me
My green is where it's supposed to be, your green is in my grocery
This Asian dude, I stole his girl, and now he got that Kogi beef
My dick is like an accent mark, it's all about the over E's
Hot like a parked car
I sound weird like "nigga" with a hard 'R'
Fly like the logo on my cousin's 440
Eatin' Oreos like these white girls that blow me
Vodka for my ladies, whiskey for a grown man
Hangin' in the islands, lookin' for Earl like Toejam
I made the beat retarded, so I'm callin' it a slow jam
Butcher and I know it, man, kill beef, go ham
These rappers are afraid of him
'Cause I'm a beast, bitch, "grrr", Invader Zim
Gambino is a call girl, fuck you, pay me
Brand new whip for these niggas like slavery
Told me I was awful and that shit did not faze me
Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy
“You're my favorite rapper now”, yeah, dude, I better be
Or you can fuckin, kiss my ass, Human Centipede
You wanna see my girl? I ain't that dumb
You wanna see my girl? Check Maxim
"Man, why does every black actor gotta rap some?”
I don't know, all I know is I'm the best one
It's a bonfire, turn the lights out
I'm burnin' everything you mothafuckas talk about
It's a bonfire, turn the lights out
I'm burnin' everything you mothafuckas talk about
You know these rapper dudes talk shit, start killin'
Fuck that, got goons like an archvillain
I'm from the South, ain't got no accent, don't know why
So this rap is child's play, I do my name like Princess Di
Yeah, they say they want the realness, rap about my real life
Told me I should just quit, "First of all, you talk white
Second off, you talk like you haven't given up yet"
Rap's stepfather, yeah, you hate me but you will respect
I put in work, ask Ludwig
Put my soul on the track like shoes did
Played this for my cousin, now he can't even think straight
Black and white music? Now, nigga, that's a mixtape
Shoutout to my blerds, they represent the realness
Shoutout to Gambino Girls, my dick is in the building
I know you hate me 'cause your little cousin play me out
I like black girls who nerdy but when they dance they be sayin' "Ow"
I'm sorry for who followed me
Chillin' with a Filipina at your local Jollibee
Yeah, I'm in her ass like sodomy
So if you see my hand under the table, don't bother me
I don't talk soft, that's that other guy
I'm screamin' "What the fuck is up?" like I ain't seen the sky
The shit I'm doin' this year? Insanity
Made the beat then murdered it, Casey Anthony
These rappers don't know what to do
'Cause all I did was act me, like a Looney Tune
And I'll give you all of me until there’s nothing left
I swear this summer will be summer Camp, bitch
I wanted you to know
That I am ready to go, heartbeat
My heartbeat
I wanted you to know
Whenever you are around, can't speak
I can't speak
I wanted you to know
That I am ready to go, heartbeat
My heartbeat
I wanted you to know
Whenever you are around, can't speak
I can't speak
So we're done? This the real shit?
We used to hold hands like field trips
I'm a jerk, but your dude is a real dick
I read his posts on your wall, and I feel sick
He ain't cool, he ball and all that
But he just a fake nigga who blog in all caps
You couldn't wait to date
I'm goin' straight for your thighs like the cake you ate
I give a fuck about the niggas that you say you ate
You know that I’m the best when I’m a-fake-tionate
I'm the best that you had, face it
J. and Keyshia are related: racist
I give you money; then you burn me , then you made off 
She ain't a killer, but she'd fuckin' blow your head off
I know he wonderin', "What the fuck you hidin'?"
That we dated like raps about Bin Laden
; ayo, fuck this
Are we datin'? Are we fuckin'?
Are we best friends? Are we somethin'
In between that?
I wish we never fucked, and I mean that
But not really
You say the nastiest shit in bed, and it’s fuckin’ awesome
Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch to pass the time
Mass appeal, orange rind, smoke your green, I'm spendin' mine
The beat is witches brew, but beware, this shit is potent
E.E. cummin' on her face, now that's poetry in motion
Yeah, Gambino make it work, I'm the boss, move somethin'
Yeah, this cool fuckin' suits me, swag two button
Yeah, these girls be actin' crazy when they're dancin': Black Swan
I ain't fuckin' at the club, put your clothes back on
Yeah, this beat is a disaster, 9/11 this track
Rappers wanna battle me, I have to mail their heads back
And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers
I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker
Leavin' with your girl when we last seen each other
Yeah, you fuckin' with the baddest like we tag team Rihanna
Fly girl on her knees, she don't wanna come near me
Yeah, my dick is too big, there's a big bang theory
Got her picture in my iPhone, what do y'all think?
While y'all niggas masturbate, I'm in that Ariel Pink
If I am just a rapper, man, you could've fooled me
I'm the shit, when these dudes talk, they talkin' bull me, ah
Yeah, rah, rah, okay
Alright, I'm down with the black girls of every single culture
Filipino, Armenian girls on my sofa
Yeah, I like a white girl, sometimes we get together
Need a thick chick though
So it's black and yellow, black and yellow
Love is a trip, but fuckin' is a sport
Are there Asian girls here? Minority report
Put your team on the map, Blake Griffin on the court
Niggas bitin' off my tracks, need a knife and a fork
We the illest, need a nurse,
here's the check, grab your purse
Unless we fuckin', then I'll pay for all the food on the Earth, man
I got some pussy that was insane
So insane, it's an enemy of Batman
I'm dominant, niggas call me faggot 'cause they closeted
I'm hot as shit, comin' out the backside of a rocket ship
It's monster shit, you dudes are the opposite of Loch Nesses
Respond to this, we can squash the beef right now like sausages
Chillin' with my n-words, say it like a white kid
Yes, your booty's big as hers, say that to my white bitch
So she don't get embarrassed,
my dick is made of carrots
Bunnies wantin' to be fed it, I meant honeys, oh, forget it
I have worked all winter, I will not fail summer
In the back of a bush, like Gavin Rossdale's drummer
Yeah, my stinger's in her flower, I hope she let me pollinate
Workin' hard as shit, yeah, this beat is made from concentrate
Nigga, can't you tell that my sample of Adele
Was so hot, I got these hood niggas blowin' up my cell?
Swag out the ass, I'm the man, fuck chico
Took the G out your waffle, all you got left is your ego
Think about it for a second
Man, we eatin', where's your breakfast?
Man, you hungry, have this sandwich
Got my wallet, cheese, and lettuce
An elephant never forgets, so my dick remembers everything
Green inside your wallet is that pussy open sesame
Runnin' the game, fuck am I sayin'?
Runnin' the Earth, give me a month
Told all you niggas I'm in it to win it
'Cause havin' an Emmy just wasn't enough
You get sloppy drunk, I stay whiskey neat
My clique should be cancelled: Freaks and Geeks
I'm in love when we are smokin' that
Oh my God, I
Let me in
Girl you really got a hold, woo!
Told me I was shit, but that shit couldn't stop me
Nigga still hungry, black Kobayashi
When I talk about you I hear a "Who?" like Horton
I was born for this shit, you a rappin' abortion
Can we hear the N-word one day and not get upset?
Can we try something new and not be suspect?
I don’t really know, we fucked up bad
You don’t wanna see my dudes when they get mad
I got a bunch of jackanapes at the back of me
That’ll lacerate anyone in the back of a matinee
And laugh while they masturbatin' all over your beaten body
Sick Boi forever,
that Suburban Illuminati
Nah nigga, yeah, we never stop
No period like menopause
No period like, "Oh shit! Am I the only one you sleepin' with?"
"Am I the only one you sleepin' with?"
And now that it's over, I'll never be sober
I couldn't believe, but now I'm so high
And now that it's over, I'll never be sober
I couldn't believe, but now I'm so high
But now I'm so
And now that it's over, I'll never be sober
I couldn't believe, but now I'm so high
But now I'm so high
But now I'm so high
But now I'm so high
But now I'm so high
But now I'm so high...
Getting next level in a hotel
Ain't shit that we don’t need, nigga, oh well
Fire! Fire!  Goddamn
 Goddamn!  Goddamn!
Where, where, where, where
Fire!  Goddamn!
 Goddamn! 
Where, where, where, where
Where we were, kinda thing
Betcha crawl, all alone
Where we were, kinda thing
Betcha crawl, all alone
I know
Oh, I know you know my pain
I'm hopin' that this world will change
But it just seems the same
I know
Oh, I hope we change
I really thought this world could change
But it seems like the same
I know
Oh, my mind is still the same
I'm hoping that this world will change
But it just seems the same
I know
Oh, I hope we change
Yo, bro, man, check out that video I just sent you, man
This shit is hilarious, man, it's like this kid, man, he got like sh–
He got like hit on the side of the head, man, he's like freakin' out
Like, heh, it's like he think he completely lost blood and shit
Hahaha, it's hilarious, man...
We don't wanna be on 
And all I wanna be is a 
We don't wanna be on 
And all I wanna be is a 
We don't wanna be on 
And all I wanna be is a–
You're here now
You have to help me
You have to help me
I need you—you have to help me
You have to help me
You have to help me
Please help me
Please help me
Please, please help me
Please—
Back in the real world we don't go to the same school
And unless one of our families moves to a dramatically different neighborhood
We won't go to the same high school
So, this is kind of it for us. Unless I say something
And it might especially be it for us if I actually do say something
The sun's gone down and the bus is quiet. A lot of kids are asleep
We're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop
That looks like a kid we know
And then I'm like, “Can I tell you something?”
And all of a sudden I'm telling you
And I keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming
And your face is there and gone and there and gone
As we pass underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway
And there's no expression on it
And I think just after a point I'm just talking to lengthen the time
Where we live in a world where you haven’t said “yes” or “no” yet
And regrettably, I end up using the word “destiny”
I don't remember in what context. Doesn't really matter
Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, “okay”
I don't know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems vaguely positive
And I would leave in order not to spoil the moment
But there's nowhere to go because we're on a bus
So I pretend like I'm asleep and before long, I really am
I wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore
The domed lights that line the center aisle are all on
I turn and you're not there
Then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore
We're parked at the pick-up point, which is in the parking lot of a Methodist church
The bus is half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now
Your bags and things piled high in the trunk
The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and taking their sweet time
Disembarking as I swing my legs out into the aisle to get up off the bus
Just as one of them reaches my row
It used to be our row, on our way off
It's Michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week
After throwing rocks at my head
Adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body-wise
She stops and looks down at me
And her head is blasted from behind by the dome light, so I can't really see her face
But I can see her smile. And she says one word: “destiny”
Then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her all laugh
And then she turns and leads them off the bus
I didn't even know you were friends with them
I find my dad in the parking lot. He drives me back to our house and camp is over
So is summer, even though there's two weeks until school starts
This isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad
This is a story about how I learned something and I'm not saying this thing is true or not
I'm just saying it's what I learned
I told you something. It was just for you and you told everybody
So I learned cut out the middle man, make it all for everybody, always
Everybody can't turn around and tell everybody, everybody already knows, I told them
But this means there isn't a place in my life for you or someone like you
Is it sad? Sure. But it's a sadness I chose
I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy
And got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit
But that's not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus
I still haven't
Baby, you're the baddest
Baby, you're the baddest girl, and, uh
Nobody else matters
Nobody else matters girl, and, uh
We're kissing in the bathroom
We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and, uh
I hope nobody catch us
But I kinda hope they catch us
Baby, you're the baddest
Baby, you're the baddest girl, and, uh
Nobody else matters
Nobody else matters girl, and, uh
We're kissing in the bathroom
We're kissing in the bathroom girl, and, uh
I hope nobody catch us
But I kinda hope they catch us, anyway
Just hold me close, my darling
Just hold me close, my darling
Hold me close, my darling
Just hold me close, my darling
So we're left alone, no one left to call upon
Be still my broken bones, as I travel on
Just hold me close, my darling
Just hold me close, my darling
Just hold me close, my darling
Just hold me close, my darling
Cold wa–
Cold wa–
Runnin this thang, money insane
Busy getting brain like Krang
What, what's my name?
In the woods, got these niggas usin' Mapquest
Man, fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
Fuck these backpackers
So fly
Girl, you know you're so fly, so fly
Girl, I know I miss you
Girl, you know that I miss you
So fly
Girl, you know you're so fly, so fly
Girl, I know I miss you 
Girl, you know that I miss you 
You're so fly
Girl, you know you're so fly, so fly 
Girl, I know I miss you 
Girl, you know that I miss you 
You're so fly
Girl, you know you're so fly, so fly 
Girl, I know I miss you 
Girl, you know that I miss you 
I never worry 'bout it
I have my nigga count it, no, no
She's dressed up in gold
I'm out of time, oh, no, no, no
I'm out of time, oh, no, no, no, no
I'm out of time, ooh
I'm out of time, out of time
La-la-la, la-la-la 
Oh, we gon' have a party
All my friends will be there
We drink all the vodka
There's music everywhere
Now wait a minute 
Do you like to party?
'Cause if you don't 
Don't come over here
We got smoking,
Blue Dream
Drinking, cocaine, fucking
I wanna show you what it is, ohh
Thought I was done but that wasn't the case
Got a new stack that I threw in your face
Got a new girl and she look Mila Kunis
Infinity pool
and a statue that's Buddhist
Got bottles and bottles and bottles of Grino
Saw I was rich, now they fucking with 'Bino
Brown leather bag, the vacation Messina
The boat in the harbor, I rule the marina
10K for the drinks, now they say I'm insane
It's been that for a minute, now Hedi Slimane
I been black, lucrative, since Danity Kane
Who came back for a minute, now everything changed
High as a kite, lime in the light
Y'all niggas might whine every night
I ain't invite all these people to my motherfuckin' house
"Get the fuck out of my house!"
Yo, chill—
Hey, chill, man!
The Boy walks into the kitchen. It's a big kitchen. There's a chef making food. He waves to The Boy.
The Boy throws up a deuce
.
He gets a s'more Pop tart,
then walks back out
INT. BOY'S ROOM - DAY
The Boy walks in and drops his backpack and jacket in the doorway
. He kicks off his shoes.
They fly across the room, hit the wall, and fall in a pile of shoes on the ground.
We see there's a big black/brown stain on the wall where The Boy's been kicking shoes for years. Doesn't look like he ever wears the same shoe twice
The Boy rips the bag of
pop tarts
open with his mouth as
he
sits at his desk and opens his laptop. There's a picture of a woman holding a child. She's wearing one of those fly tracksuits from 1995.
The ones people wore a lot during the centennial Olympics
He starts checking his mail. His friend "FAM" sent him something that says "this is you" with a link. The Boy clicks the link and a video of a woman blowing a horse comes up. The Boy watches the video for longer than you should watch a horse blowing video. He closes the video
He goes onto HOTNEWHIPHOP.COM. There's a new Rich Homie Quan song out. It's listed as "VERY HOTTTTTTT". The Boy looks in the comment section, reading what people are saying
"This nigga sound like a broke-ass Future!
" is the top comment
The Boy stares. Then types "fuck u niggers" in the comments
He waits. He takes a bite out of his pop tart
He refreshes the page. People immediately respond with "Fuck U", "You wouldn't say that to my face faggot", and "LMFAO crackers b crazy"
The Boy smiles
...bec a use the in t e  rnet
15 YEARS LATER
**************
INT. THE BOY'S ROOM - EARLY MORNING
The room is an elegant mess.
There's shit everywhere, but everything has its place. Classic furniture;
someone with old money would invest in,
is used for the bed, desk, desk chair. You can see from where most of the trash accumulates that the occupant spends most of his time on the computer
There is a pile of stacked and flattened gummy bear wrappers by the desk
. There's a picture of The Boy and his father on the boy's desk, along with a
flash drive that has "hackz" written on it.
A small vaporizer charges and glows green on the edge. There's a half ounce of weed in a plastic bag to the left of the laptop on the desk
There's a black and white Bill Withers poster,
a Gorillaz "Demon Days" poster,
and a "Black Dynamite" poster. All framed.
Stacks of records are placed on a shelf lining the wall. There are some old 70's soul records by a record player on the shelf.
Norman Connors "You Are My Starship" is the album on top of the others
Little hills of dirty clothes grow up the walls from the floor. Same pile of shoes is there. Wall with same dirty spot. The closet is filled with white shirts and flower shorts. There's one very old and tattered Shearling coat that hangs to the right
The Boy  is sprawled out on his bed, no shirt and flower shorts. He opens one eye as very faint, dark orange sunlight from the blinds cut his face. He gets up
INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY
The Buddha statue again. There's empty old beer and Pellegrino bottles on the bar. The entire back of the living room wall is glass. The boy walks briskly to the kitchen
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
The kitchen is a slight mess. Things left out.
S'mores makings left out
. The marshmallows are hard as stones. The boy goes into the cabinet and pulls out a pop tart.
He takes out a pop tart and throws it in the microwave, wrapper still on . He starts the microwave and begins texting someone. The microwave is okay for about 5 seconds, then blue sparks start to pop inside. He turns off the microwave, opens it, grabs the pop tart and tosses it on a plate
EXT. BACKYARD - EARLY MORNING
The Boy walks onto the little island in the middle of the infinity pool lining the oceans and mountains in the background
. The mountains are surrounded by clouds. They're literally above the clouds. It's probably raining down there.
There's an orchard with lemon and plums
to the west of the wall outside, and a green statue of a golfer further in. Bunnies jump on the lawn in the background
The boy sits under a sun umbrella, opens the pop tart and starts to eat it. He looks off with his face flat. He gets a text message:
FAM: when u wanna paddle out? 
The Boy texts back: pick me up
CUT TO:
EXT. MANSION FRONT DRIVEWAY - MORNING
An old, red  Mazda rolls up to the front of the mansion and sputters to a stop. FAM, steps out of the car. Daps up
FAM: Let's take one of yours
THE BOY: Nah
FAM: Really, mane? You want us to drive around in my car? I don't think it'll make it, honestly. It broke down at my mom's. Plus... it looks like my car
THE BOY: Right. It's inconspicuous
FAM: My nigga, who are you hiding from? It's not stuttin. It's your car. Why do you even care?
"...why do you even care?"
THE BOY: Aight
INT. GARAGE - MORNING
The garage door rises to reveal Fam and The Boy's silhouette. Five cars are in the garage. There's a Tesla Model S, Silver 911, some car no one's ever seen, a Tahoe and some car under a tarp. Looks like it could be an Aston Martin. Fam smiles
FAM : That one-
THE BOY: No
THE BOY: The Bimmer
We didn't even see this one. It's in the far corner of the garage. It's a nice car. Older, but nice and sleek. Understated, to some. Its black paint is chipping in the front. Fam shakes his head
FAM: Nah...nah
They get in the 911
CUT TO:
EXT. SANTA MONICA CONDOS - DAY
The 911 pulls up to a nice condo complex. Fam honks the horn for a while. Like a jerk
SOMEONE FROM A WINDOW: I work nights, dickhead!
FAM: I know. Fuck me, right?
Fam honks more
The Boy checks his Twitter feed. Twitter name "You Are Unimportant - @thegoldmolar" You can see from his feed he just trolls all the time. Politicians, athletes, entertainers, etc. His favorite was simply re-tweeting something someone says. When it was dumb enough to just re-tweet, that was his favorite.
He'd gotten a lot of followers that way. Written an article once for a blog. Got more followers. He started posting videos of homeless people and fights
He was looking for something to retweet on his time-line. People say dumb shit all the time...
...someone tweeted "roscoe's wetsuit"
"...what's that?"
The Boy drops "roscoe's wetsuit" into Google.
A Yahoo answer comes up for it.
The answer to "what is roscoe's wetsuit?" is..."roscoe's wetsuit". Hilarious
SWANK,
STEVE,
MARCUS ,
and AJ 
walk out of the condo. They have longboards with them and they're eating candy. They stop in their tracks when they see the 911
SWANK : How we supposed to get these in there?
FAM: You guys take your car
STEVE: What about your boards? Where are they?
FAM: Can we borrow some?
They all make a face
SWANK: We need a bigger car then. I'ma drive to your house and get the Tahoe
THE BOY:
Come on, guys. This is taking forever
AJ: Where we going?
FAM: Dockweiler
MARCUS: I swam into a diaper last time
FAM: I'm GRIMEY. I ONLY SWIM IN DIRTY WATERS! YOU KNOW THIS!
SOMEONE AGAIN: Shut the fuck up!
Fam honks the horn
SWANK: I'm drivin that Porsche the way back. I know that shit
Swank and Steve walk toward their car parked on the street
THE BOY:
What's "roscoe's wetsuit" mean?
FAM: I don't know
They drive off
EXT. DOCKWEILER BEACH - DAY
The guys carry the boards through the sand to ocean, making a strange pattern behind them
They setup camp and start changing on the beach
MARCUS: I thought someone was bringing girls
THE BOY: No one wants to get up this early
MARCUS: Did you ask white girls?
THE BOY: I asked every girl
FAM: You a lie. You didn't ask anybody. You don't leave the house
STEVE: Why white girls?
MARCUS: Cause no one is getting up at 6AM to go into the freezing, dirty ass ocean, fuck up their hair-
At that moment, they all notice a girl sitting on her board in the ocean. Waiting for a wave she looks behind her. She is black
MARCUS : See? This is what I mean about Donnie Darko happening to me
A plane flies low overhead. 
MARCUS  
It's gonna crush me
SWANK : It's like seeing a mermaid
STEVE: Maybe it's a manatee
MARCUS : I'ma flirt
Marcus runs to the water with his board. They all follow
EXT. OCEAN - MORNING
Marcus swims up to the girl on his board
MARCUS: Sup
GIRL: Hi
MARCUS: I'm Marcus
SASHA: Sasha
MARCUS: It's lookin alright today
SASHA : Yeah. It's the only reason I'm out here
MARCUS: Oh, you're Australian  You ever seen
"Kangaroo Jack"?
SASHA : Yeah
MARCUS: Classic
SASHA: ...wha?
MARCUS : It's a fucking classic
Silence. Sasha is weirded out. All the guys, except The Boy, swim up
STEVE : Hi. Did Marcus ruin it already?
SASHA: Yes
Steve splashes Marcus
Swank takes a plastic bag with four blunts in it. He takes one out. He lights up a blunt. Talks with it hanging in his mouth
SWANK: How long you been surfing?
SASHA: Ten years. You?
SWANK: Bouta month
AJ: Cops don't come out here. It's a good place to smoke. You want some?
He passes it. She takes a hit
SWANK: What you doin tonight?
SASHA: My friend's birthday in Santa Monica
MARCUS: Yo, we're right around close. We're having a party tonight in a mansion. You should come.
And if your friend's a girl or a guy who has weed
, they should come too
AJ: I'm Djing. I start off with Jodeci, then the switch over to 90's rap using "Dream Lover" to transition, play ACTUAL ATLANTA TRAP for an hour, hour and a half. Then motown, soul, and house. Girls. Go. Crazy
SASHA: What's your DJ name?
AJ:
Twercules. no "DJ". Just Twercules. I got a tumblr where I post my mixes.
It's getting pretty popular. I don't know.
You sing? Model? Act?
SASHA: I'ma go in
Sasha starts paddling and catches a wave into the beach
AJ: I shouldn't have said "bitches"
MARCUS : ...you didn't
AJ thinks on this. This is probably saying more about him than he realizes
EXT. BEACH - MORNING
Sasha carries her board onto the beach. The Boy is sitting there
SASHA: You goin in?
THE BOY: Don't know yet
SASHA: Then why'd you put on your wetsuit?
...roscoe's wetsuit
THE BOY: Everyone else was
SASHA: That's an awful reason
She starts walking
THE BOY: You should come to the party. It'll be fun.  They invited you, right?
SASHA: Where is it?
THE BOY: . Text me 
SASHA: I'll remember. I'll bring some friends
She walks off
Later that day:
**************
EXT. I-10 - EVENING
The guys drive down the highway eating In-N-Out. Head nods all around. Swank is now driving the Porsche. Crazily. Fam is with The Boy and the rest of the guys in the other car. Marcus drops his animal style fries on the floor
MARCUS: Fuck
FAM: You see you fuckin up this car?
THE BOY: It's fine
FAM: He's driving crazy.  And he's textin me
The text says: R E C K L E S S
FAM : This nigga's so lame
The Boy sees a tweet of the lead singer of a boy band tweet "follow your heart and  all who cross your path!". The Boy retweets it with a 
FAM : I gotta stop somewhere first
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EXT. CLUB - NIGHT
Fam pulls outside of a club. Lots of people are trying to get in. He and The Boy get out and walk to the bouncer, their friend CHEESE. Fam and Cheese dap. The Boy stands on the side next to a line of people trying get in VIP. They look at each other. He is not dressed appropriately to get in
Fam and Cheese do that handshake thing they do.
Fam walks in
Some guys in a black SUV rolls by and yell at the dude next to The Boy
MAN IN CAR: Dont let me catch you out here Jay! Don't let me catch you!
The Boy watches this for a second. He looks down for a moment...
Someone has spray painted "roscoe's wetsuit" on the sidewalk. He stares at it
MAN IN CAR : I got yours, muthafucka!
The Boy snaps out of it. Then takes out his phone and starts recording the fight. Fam walks out and sees the fight in action
JAY
: You scared, bitch! That's why you scared!
MAN IN CAR: I got something for yo ho-ass my nigga!
POP. POP
..what's happening?
Jay is bleeding from his stomach. The Boy is seeing this through his phone. It takes a moment for him to realize-
POP. POP
...run. now
Fam is already running. Everyone in the line is screaming and running. The Boy runs
COP: Drop your weapon!
 POP.POP.POP
Runs to the side of the building. The SUV that was firing slows down. The driver is dead. Car horn blares as the car slows to a stop, mixing with girls crying and "oh shit!" and "fuck". Jay is very close to dead. The blood on the sidewalk is almost black.
A street sign  is reflected in the dark blood.
He turns to The Boy, looks around. He knows what's happening. He's leaving
That was the end. He'll never read this sentence. Or any sentence. He ended earlier. Before this sentence. As far as he knows, before any sentence. He's back to his/the natural state
The Boy felt something
It's funny, cause this dude is dead. There really isn't a connection...it's more him seeing himself for the first time since-
SOME NIGGA: Damnnnnn.....!
HIS FRIEND: WORLDSTAR!
The Boy's phone rings:
THE BOY: Yeah
FAM: Get in the car
The Boy turns and sees the car rolling up to the alley he's hiding in. The Boy runs up and jumps in. They speed off
INT. CAR - NIGHT
FAM: That shit was NUTS!
STEVE: I knew something was about to happen. I knew it
MARCUS: Donnie Darko. I'm tellin you
The Boy is looking at the footage on his phone. He's got a death on video. It's looped. Over and over
The Boy touches his shearling coat...there's a hole in it. Bullet hole? He puts his finger through...
...i shouldn't be 
He looks at Fam and Steve. They're talking
MARCUS : Bitches high heels everywhere! They ran out they shoes, cuh
FAM: BAP! BAP! BAP! Oooow. That nigga lit up
The Boy just keeps watching the video
FAM: Yo. You got it on video?
THE BOY: Yeah
FAM: Wow...you caught the end of his journey on video. That's dope.  We gotta pic up Doc from the jazz club
INT. JAZZ CLUB - NIGHT
Fam and The Boy Stand in the back.
Doc is on stage playing saxophone with a band. He's doing a solo
THE BOY: Does it weird you out that you almost died today?
FAM: Not really. I'm not trippin on death
THE BOY: I'm not trippin. I'm just sayin, if you think about it, there's no reason for us to be here
FAM: Doc be hanging with the weirdest people.
Look at these niggas. They all look like James Blake.
Is that who likes Jazz now?
THE BOY:
I was thinking about it and I can't offer anyone anything. Like, my job is tweeting at people. That's my job
FAM: That's not your job. You do it cause it's funny. You're rich. We don't have to do anything
THE BOY: Yeah. Isn't that sad?
FAM: Sad? We are making moves. What about that line me and Swank are gonna start selling?
THE BOY: All we did was print shirts for ourselves. Who else is buying that shit? And the whole reason we wanted to make shirts is cause Tre made some and they were dope
FAM: I don't know what to tell you. We are doing dope shit. We are making moves. We can do whatever we want-
THE BOY:
But none of it matters cause we're doing it for ourselves! We're just jerking off for each other. No one in the future's gonna give a shit I made a shirt once
FAM: Then don't make a shirt, my nigga
JAMES BLAKEY LOOKING DUDE: Shhh!
The Boy fiddles with the hole in his jacket
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
All the guys walk in with plastic bags from the grocery store. They have blue cups, alcohol, s'more fixings, and gummy bears
If I was the director, I'd have everyone walk in in slow motion into the house with "Nosetalgia" by Pusha T playing
Walking into bedrooms. Opening drawers. Pulling out bags of weed
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AJ walks into his large closet. Pulls out a bowl. There are some prescription bottles there too
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A naked Marcus steps out of the shower and goes in his closet and pulls out some condoms
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Fam is meditating in the center of his bed. He's floating off the bed by about 4 inches
RAP GENIUS NOTE:
This is the end of Part 1, continue on at Part 2
 You know
 You know
Mama, you are with the right man, Juno
Tell me what you wanna do, I will make it happen
I just wanna get you home and 
Yes, I'm drinking whiskey, baby I am gone tonight
NBC is not the only thing I'm comin' on tonight
Gross, why the fuck I say these things?
It isn't over, haven't heard the chubby lady sing
Everybody love me, call a nigga Raymond
These weak niggas always in your face like Raybans
Yes, I bring the heat, girl, fire for fireman
Baby, I'm your hero, Donald for Spiderman
I'm in love with you, but this is not tennis
And baby stay stacked like she bad at Tetris
Rude boy, I Rihanna that vagina
Tell your boy, good luck tryin' to find ya, find ya
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Baby girl, you know what I want
Let me do it to ya, do it to ya
Let me do ya like
Uh, uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
Words that I made up, you say my name like-
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t matter
We’ve got all the shine we need to find
We need to find
We need to find
I've been grindin' my whole life
Uh
Someone made a mess in my account 
Someone bought a Patek in a panic 
Bode, Bentley addict, I go manic 
Hit the oochie-coochie 'til it's slanted, ooh
I'm gon' beat it up, ooh, lady
I'm gon' make your dreams come, baby
Ayy, you the one who talkin' all that trash 
Forty-five, I'll twenty-eight that ass 
You can set the snow on fire 
You smell like a peach papaya
She said, "Eat this psilocybin, I'ma be right back"
I'm like, "Aight" 
"Ayy, I don't know what psilocybin is" 
"This better not be no molly"
She just laughed and closed the door
Dark chocolate, sea salt
I took a bite
She said, "We gon' have a special night" 
I said, "Who you telling, girl? I know that"
Tracee Ellis with it when you throw back 
Girl, I see your 
Ooh, you're so divine 
And them panties came off 
I'ma give you some privacy 
Pictures with your stepsisters 
N. K. Jemisin with you, uh
Got the All About Love, on some bell hooks
Then I turned to a dirty look, uh 
Ayy, why your cat lookin' at me sideways?
"Sing to her"
I said, "Nah, I'll put on the radio though"
Lay back on my back , vibrate
My ex on some BS
She walked out the closet
Girl, never write a check I can't deposit
She said, "Boy, stop, let's go walkin'" 
"You wanna be outside for this"
We just talkin'
Dogpark looking like a Trader Joe's 
Papillon, mmh, thought you hated those
Other girls, uh, let they shady show
Every time we walk around
They say, "How she gonna hold him down?" No
They don't know what they missing
Most these niggas wanna run around with these SZAs 
I prefer to just stroll the park with this Chaka
Baby girl was just diggin' all in my pockets 
I was going hard 
We were holdin' hands, tried to make me understand 
Make girls fall in love, that's my , yes
Everybody's jealous I won't ease it with these colors
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation 
I'm not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation 
Vibrate
Goddamn, man, this girl goin' crazy on my Motorola
She said, "Let me answer it" 
Then she'll know it's over 
Girl, you cancerous, you gon' ruin my life
Let me get this paperweight,
then come be my wife
She just laughed and touched my face 
You don't understand what this is 
I ain't lookin' for another lifetime
Let's just stay here and enjoy the great design
Had the iceberg tucked in my waist 
Fuck an omelet, you can eat off my face 
I just thought that we were vibin'
You don't love her, then you lyin'
Come and go and you get tulips
Put a finger to my two lips 
Ooh, you got it bad, just remember what we had
You can set the snow on fire
The reason that you suffer is desire 
The reason that I'm moving with this ooh-wee
I was lovin' life, I got too deep 
Woke up in my room, she was long gone
Toni singing me another sad song 
Eternity
Oh, until we meet again
This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
This ain't special, tell me what you want
This ain't special, baby, this is fun
Drop it off , let me see if your booty soft
Gold mouth , yes, I'm from the Dirty South
Lights out , summertime, I brought the ice out 
Pipes out , all my shooters came from Moscow
Got a girl in Harvard, I talk proper when I call her 
Baby, I'm a baller, ain't no way that I can raw ya 
She don't want no new friends, she just tryna buy her a new Benz 
I've been counting M's, me and Ben Franklin damn near kin 
Put my mind to it and I did it, them facts 
Talkin' 'bout your brother to get some pussy, that's wack 
The police keep harassin' 'cause I'm rich and I'm black 
They mad 'cause I made myself a boss without crack 
I ain't trippin', boy, I'm Lamborghini whippin' 
Straight up out the trenches, money made me ign'ant 
I'm on a private jet eatin' Popeyes chicken 
I be flexin' like I'm eatin' Popeye's spinach 
Morning dew
Percolating, still have a little time for Sunday, ooh 
Baby, I might let you go
Babe, baby, no matter what
And like I switch the other side of me
Baby got a whole lotta ride on me
Babe, baby, let's take it back to crib
Back, back to the crib
Back, back to the, babe
I might let you go
Baby, baby, no matter what
And I can, I can, I can, I can
To the crib
Back to the crib, back to the
And no one seen them
Baby, I, baby, baby, I
Bathroom DVR, that’s unnecessary 
Pushin' in that bulletproof, that’s unnecessary 
Stuntin' in the mall, that’s unnecessary 
Condo on my arm, that ain't even necessary
That’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary 
That’s unnecessary, that’s unnecessary 
Ibiza for a day, that’s unnecessary 
Show's a hundred K , nigga, that ain’t even necessary
Bl-bl-bla-black Lip Bastard
, actual natural disaster
I did a song about DMT, Soulja Boy did one right after-er-er-er
3 eyes, these guys ain’t seein' me
No radio showed up over B.o.B
G-O-D MC
,
I’m the devil with angel wings
Pilot Talk, currency 
, stole the show, burglary 
I love that flow but I got more 
Open condoms in condos 
Open bottles of Moet 
White with white girls in Eugene 
We used to call hoes on 3-way 
And take 'em out to the movies 
And now we just do it our way 
She drivin' stick in the driveway 
Just popped a molly with Miley 
She do shrooms every blue moon 
Hundred million trillion motherfuckin' racks, nigga 
Pinot Grigio the lean’ll go in that, nigga 
Now that's unnecessary, been a legend since elementary
Ayo, Bino, tell these niggas I ain't no joke
She don't need speak, she ain't giving no throat
You are under my control
,
suspend the L's but I'm on a roll
Grade A, honor roll,
mayday, Soul!
We can go together, it doesn't really matter
We can get there, we can do it if we try
You know that I love you, put no one else above you
We can get there, we can do it if we try
I'ma show you how to do this
It's easy when you let go, let go
Didn't mean to make you nervous
The booty lookin' retro, retro
You can be the moon to me
And I can be your spotlight 
And if you think I'm ballin'
You shoulda seen me last night, last night
Fuck that, fuck ya'll and the po-po's
Down under, surfin' on the Gold Coast
I'm looking for the truth in a blunt
And I ain't got a home, let's stunt
So, baby, if you feel like you wanna leave
I ain't afraid to drop a couple SkyMiles
The game ain't easy
We both deserve a little bit of timeout
We can go together, it doesn't really matter
Oh
Yeah
'Kay, one, two, three, go!
Oh, hey
Oh, hey, ah
One more time
[Outro: Beldina Malaika,
Childish Gambino
]
Fake love, these fake dreams
These fake sounds
All the things that we felt
Your voice was screaming too loud
I know what you’re ready to be 
But it isn’t with me 
So I’m ready to leave you alone
I don’t really wanna fight like this
I don’t ever wanna lose your kiss
All I ever wanted was someone to hold onto
I just wanna be your girl
Everything you haven’t heard
Plus, I just wanna be with you
(
With you
) With you
(
With you
) With you
(
With you
) I just wanna be with you
(
With you
) With you
(
With you
) With you, oh
Oh, oh
 What it do, bitch?
Why these other rappers do shit stupid?
While they be sleepin', I be onto that new shit
While they be sleepin', I be onto that new shit, ayy
 What it do, bitch?
Why these other rappers do shit stupid?
While they be sleepin', I be onto that new shit
While they be sleepin', I be onto that new shit, ayy
New shit
Can't you hear me, baby?
Can't you hear me callin' out your name?
Can't you hear me, baby?
Ohh, can't you hear me callin' out your name?
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the—
Hollering at this Japanese girl, Asian mommy
But is it too soon for Japanese girls? Too tsunami?
Is it racist if I say she tastes like edamame?
Was I supposed to stay uncool? Please remind me
 Yeah, it's Cheezy, ho
I'm so cheesy, ho, my swag's got high cholesterol
I know y'all girls, I met them all, you're her ex-man like Cannonball
I ain't got shit to say to ya, I'm known for bad behavior
Look at me, man, I went to the W from Double Tree
Makin' out with girls who black and yellow like a bumblebee
Can I live up to all this hype they have for me? It's hard to tell
But these girls I'm kissin' chase the blues away like Gargamel
I'm back in the game, coach put me in
T-Pain flow, all I do is win
With a glass full of Macallan to mess me up
And the cash we can throw at them unless we fuck
Dopeness, after this, I hit the highway
I'm headin' west like I'm fuckin' blowin' Kanye
Read the fuckin' news, Huey Lewis, nigga
You can't go H.A.M, you's a Jewish nigga
Donald Glover, you don't have to call me "Childish"
Except for when I'm flirting with your half-Latino stylist
Photoshoot, beach house playin' Beach House, free wireless
So I can post these pictures on my website of her smilin'
I kissed this girl I've liked since back when I was just a sophomore
But I'm afraid to text her "What the fuck it take so long for?!"
What the fuck has changed? Is it swagger? Is it money?
I still dress the fuckin' same and my nose is still as ugly as the day you fuckin' met me
They're tellin' me I'm the rapper for these white kids
'Cause black kids can't possibly like the same shit
I wanna bring you back to the studio, try and get your number
These black girls with natural hair who keep up with their Tumblrs
I like it when you tweet me, you smell like baby lotion
I wanna suck your breasts and finger blast to Frank Ocean
Her pussy tastes like vanilla, tasty ho
Clown niggas, then I kill 'em, Gacy flow
It's crazy how these labels and these blogs are on my dick
I'm Pryor in his last years: comedian who's sick
Fuck, but I am sick, seriously
I don't feel so good, 'cause I don't get sleep
And I'm always travelin', and I don't go home
And my friends don't call, 'cause I turned off my phone
I've made mistakes, I bumped my head
Inside of this girl, inside of my bed
Whatever, man, I'm just havin' fun
I'm sorry that I fucked her, but now you know that she's not the one
I'm doin' you a favor, like every time I rhyme
Or write a script or do a movie,
there's a million ways to shine
Choose one instead of what you're doing tonight
IAMDONALD, coming soon,
we've got all of the lights
All of the lights
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn on the lights in here, baby
Know what I mean, want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the—
I watch 'em all pass by the moon and stars
Let me hold him in my arms, forevermore
These cold nights, the park is ours
Standing by the side
Let you go on
To the sea, just for me
Don't ever leave me, my love
Keep holding on, let the modest go
As my mind goes to and fro
Waking up for one more show
We see him in the night
Tell him I'm not afraid of him
I'm not afraid of 'em, 'cause I won't know
It's alright, it's okay
It's alright, it's okay, girl
It's okay
Don't go, don't go
Don't go,
don't go-ooo
Now when they see us on the streets
All they wanna do is take pics
And I'm like, okay 
And when they hear us on the beat
All they wanna do is make hits
And I'm like, okay 
And if you're feelin' how I'm feelin'
How the world should be: perfectly
Fire like I’m third degree, and suddenly
Shawty, we got so high
Firefly
Now when they see us on the streets
All they wanna do is take pics
And I'm like, okay 
And when they hear us on the beat
All they wanna do is make hits
And I'm like, okay 
And if you're feelin' how I'm feelin'
How the world should be: perfectly
Fire like I’m third degree, and suddenly
Shawty, we got so high
Pickin' out my fro with my fist comb
I got a tab at the Stone baby, this long
My little brother was havin' a little trouble
I hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song
Koreatown lunchin', talkin' 'bout how to run things
He said Atlanta wanted somethin'
Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down
Copycats making sure T.I.P. keep that crown
I'm fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in a suit
I went hard 'cause niggas say that I'm soft
Even Black Thought thought
I'm aiming a little hard, I gotta be honest
Feelin' like the other stuff is kinda behind us
Makin' jokes here and there done got us some dollars
I'm tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain't a game
He said, "Homie, stay the course, ain't shit changed
Weird night, and everybody was tipsy
Hangin' out with Questlove reminiscing 'bout Whitney
He like, "Man, we can't even make it to 50?!"
That reminds me
I sent a long text message to my mom and pop
I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock
My mom like, "Why you wanna leave a good job?"
My dad like, "Do your thing, boy, don't stop"
Shout out to my nigga Lud, shout out to my nigga Swank
For hanging at the crib and telling me what you think
Speak from your heart and never compromise what you feel's real
And never let these white people tell you how to feel
Never let anybody tell you how to feel
I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade
Family vacays, you know I did it all
Just to see my lil' sis by a waterfall
My great granddad bought his own freedom
Walk barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm
So don't be alarmed, man, I'm royalty
Jam of the week, V103
No cosign, no bovine
More swag, pull back on the punchlines
Starving, every track means lunchtime
Huh, I'm a star, how could I not shine?
Fuckboys chase hype and scrat chicks
And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6
DG Lover ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
D-Money ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant?
Too bad for y'all, I'm blastin' off
I'm not Asher Roth, I don't sleep on my bread
Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball
Sometimes, all this shit make a nigga feel guilty
I used to sleep with them roaches
Back of my mind though, I hope the show gets canceled
Maybe then I can focus
Hawaii touch down, go ahead baby, put your shades on
East Side! East Side to the gravestone!
Brown liquor, but my girl in Bed-Stuy
Nigga, you got drive like a sale at Best Buy, ugh
Hold up, hold up, we can do better
Put my voice on the track, man, that shit is much wetter
At the studio at 8 AM, hit the booth then eat
Nigga, we ain't them, nigga, we ain't them!
Drop a line, it's your Facebook status
Said that shit about a week ago, you still mad at us
If there's something on your chest, nigga, let it out
'Cause I'm the best, da-da-da
Oh, I want it, yeah
Whenever you need my hand
I'll hold you down, oh
Oh, you want it, yeah
Why in the fuck these niggas
Tryin' to hold me down, oh
Oh, I want it, yeah
Whenever you need my hand
I'll hold you down, oh
Oh, you want it, yeah
Why in the fuck these niggas
Tryin' to hold me down, oh
Nobody really wants you
Nobody really wants you
Nobody really wants you, wants you, wants you
Oh, eh, oh
Lost all of our woe
We lost all of our whoa-oh, sad love songs
Hey centipede, centipede, centipede...
'Cause if not, I'm a failure
'Cause if not, I'm a failure
'Cause if not, I'm a failure
"It's not an unholy nigga, it's a Arab nigga in the store. You know what he want? Money, nigga.
You know what your bitch want, you know why they feel they can't fuck with you? 'Cause you don't have no money, my nigga. Bitches do not want a nigga with no money.
Did you not learn this in Harlem? Lesson number one. You can't keep saying you a Harlem nigga and you don't want that skrilla, nigga. Come on B, it's home of the hustlers, nigga. Nigga, that's all you gotta understand. It's the hood nigga. It's make guap or die, nigga."
"What do you think? 'Cause he gotta know, my nigga.
Money is not evil, nigga.
Go tell them niggas in Polo you don't wanna make no money, nigga. What they gon' say, "Oh, he right"? Hell no, nigga
. You think niggas like selling crack and shit nigga? You think niggas like putting crack in they ass nigga, and selling cracks out they ass? You think niggas like shooting niggas, my nigga? You think niggas like tucking packs? You think niggas like baggin' up?
You know how boring baggin' up is, my nigga? It's so boring, my nigga.
There is no underground, Joe Budden is on his fourth mixtape selling shit.
The underground is Koch, nigga. There is no underground nigga.
You don't see Raekwon or none of these niggas on the block. You don't see none of them niggas on the block. There's no more block, nigga, it's over for the block.
You ask any nigga on the block, do they wanna be on the block? They gon' say no, nigga. Get your money, man. Stop trying to be gooned out, my nigga
"Hood niggas don't want to be—"
"Hood niggas don't want to be hood niggas, my nigga.
Everything niggas do, everything niggas do in the hood is for money, my nigga. What's one thing that niggas do in the hood that ain't for money?
What bitch would want a nigga with no money? Huh? Huh!? Yo, slime! It's your time."
I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone
I don’t wanna be alone
‘Cause ya know, somewhere inside, I cannot find
The feeling I got from you
No, somewhere inside, I cannot find
The feeling I got from you
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please
Ooh-oh, no, no, no, ooh!
Oh, you can't run from me
You can't hide from me
My new girl so pretty that the world shine
My new girl getting kissed by the coastline
My new girl so pretty we can bovine
Worst rapper ever, how I'm giving out a cosign?
Chance The Rapper, yeah that nigga crazy
Big brother, little brother lifestyle wavy
Cool, uhhh...
But don't pay for the privilege
Now you broke in Koreatown
In the condo you rented
Better get your percentage
Oh, you broke in Koreatown
In that condo you rented
Better get your percentage
In California
She must've fucking lost her mind, yeah
I want to move to California
I want to hang with DC Fly
All my friends are telling me, oh
You need to slow it down, yeah
But I'm so tired of wasting all this time
I need your love right now
Give it to me like oh, ooh yeah
All that I want now, yeah
Give it to me like oh
Oh, yeah
Oh, give it to me like
Make you feel good, make you feel good, alright
Make you feel good, make you feel good
Make you feel good, make you feel good, alright
Make you feel good, make you feel good
I used to walk on the beach at night
I remember
The best time was when well, me and you
We got all our friends and we got a tent
We slept in it
Not the whole night, but just enough time
Magic happened, nothing was born luckily
It's up to me, but
Then we left
The times have changed
The pleasures that I feel
They say you never say never, it's real
Electric eels in the water, we should probably not go deep
I like to stare at you and look at you when you sleep
I'd like to write a poem for you, leave it for you in your room Under the moon, romance
Hold on, brother
There's a world we can visit if we go outside
Outside, outside—we can follow the road
There's a world we can visit if we go outside
Outside, outside—no one knows
There's a world we can visit if we go outside
Outside, outside—we can follow the road
There's a world we can visit if we go outside
Outside, outside—no one knows
Can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
Oh, help us Lord
Oh, I'm screamin' baby, baby
Little hands, little feet
Tiny heart, tiny beat
Oh, thinkin' 'bout the time we spent falling in love together
I don't wanna leave you, I don't wanna deceive you
But oh, when mama cries from daddy's lies
Oh my, please don't take him away, mama
Don't take him away, oh
'Cause I've had my time, oh!
Don't take my baby boy
Don't take my pride and joy
I hope I stay close, I hope I stay close
All the pain, all the tears
Many nights, many years
This love for me is fading
You waited, but I never came home to you
I've never lied about us
We were never supposed to be together
When you see me with some other one
And they know your son
Oh, please don't take him away
You say you won't but you will, yes you will
'Cause I've had my time, oh!
Don't take my baby boy
Don't take my pride and joy
I hope I stay close, I hope I stay close
There was a time before you
And there will be a time after you
Though these bodies are not our own
Walk tall, little one, walk tall
Let me hold you, let me hold you
Can I hold you?
I guess this ending's the best for me
But I can't leave you behind
You know that I never wanted to see what's on your mind
Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn
Yo it's kinda hard not to like, get fucking cheesy on this shit
But, does that even matter?
You know what I'm saying, juxtaposition man
Juxta-fucking-position
My nigga Jaden Smith dropping  jewels and niggas don't believe him cause he's Jaden Smith
But it's all about packaging right?
Real shit though, good and bad is all relative man
It really is, a lot of niggas is sheep
We don't even know what we like anymore
We just know what the most hype is
Shit, do you really like that shit you like?
Or you like the way they gave it to you?
You know what I'm saying?
Pepsi, Coca-Cola same thing
Dave Chapelle said that, the one that taste the best
Was the one that was paying him the most at the time
That's all that happens with us man
We some weak niggas man, all of us
Followers, sheeps, plural made that shit up
Apologin' ain't no real word my nigga
We know this, but he knows more cause he broke the rules that don't even fucking exist man
Funny thing is man is like, as a futurist
And I can call myself a futurist
Nobody is even going to give a fuck until I'm gone
So does it even matter?
Yes it does...
I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it 
Show me what you doing, I don’t wanna lose 
Have them lights turned on, show me what you doing 
Show me what you do to me, me
I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it
Show me what you doing, I don’t wanna lose
Have them lights turned on, show me what you doing
Show me what you do to me, me
I want the lights turned on
Show me how you do it
Show me what you doing, I don’t wanna lose
Have them lights turned on, show me what you doing
Show me what you do to me, me
I gots to get high
I need to get high
Uh, I needs to get high
Uh, I gots to get high
It's just childish
It's just childish
It's just childish
Everybody , move your body, now do it 
Here is something , that's gonna make you move and groove
Algorhythm
Algorhythm 
Everybody , move your body, now do it 
Here is something , that's gonna make you move and groove
Algorhythm 
Algorhythm 
FAM
I don't have a girl here. It might be
Swank
's
DONALD
Anybody coming in today?
FAM
I don't know. Eighty Five might roll through
An airplane flies overhead
DONALD
I love airplanes
FAM
My daddy, he had me on an airplane
DONALD
He had you on an airplane?
FAM
It's like that weird Bill Cosby episode where-
DONALD
--With the Muppets?
FAM
He gave birth to sandwiches
DONALD
--Sandwiches and an orange soda, yeah
FAM
Yeah but that was me on an airplane. It was weird
DONALD
That's like...what’s the one with Arnold Schwarzenegger?
FAM
Oh yeah, with Danny Devito?
DONALD
Nah, that's "Twins"
FAM
Classics, regardless
DONALD
The one with the guy where he's pregnant
FAM
"Baby Mama"?
DONALD
Nah, man. It's called uh...fuck!
FAM
"Kindergarten Cop" with Gary Coleman?
DONALD
"Junior."
FAM
"Junior." That's really good
CUT TO:
INT. HOUSE - MORNING
DONALD walks up to a Buddha statue and lights incense,
and then inhales from his Pax vaporizer
CUT TO:
INT. PRODUCTION ROOM. - LATE MORNING
DONALD and
LUDWIG
are sitting and making beats.
Donald is playing with his Pax and
humming
LUDWIG
You think we're gonna use that uh, that other song you did?
DONALD
Which one?
LUDWIG
The one with the slow 80's sound
DONALD
I don't know. Play it
LUDWIG
I don't have it
DONALD plays said beat. They both begin nodding their heads to it
DONALD
I like that. We could something that's like
Cause no one raps over that
Behind them, a knock on the window from outside is heard. It is the same unknown GIRL from before
GIRL
Your brother wants you
DONALD turns to LUDWIG questioningly
DONALD
Do you know her?
LUDWIG shakes his head, and DONALD gets up
CUT TO:
STAIRCASE
DONALD dribbles a basketball up the stairs into STEVE's room, and throws the ball downstairs once he reaches the top
STEVE,
SWANK
, and
MISLA
are talking and playing
video games
DONALD
Your room is disgusting
SWANK
It's not...that crazy
STEVE
That's debatable
But yo, Misla swears she's seen more vaginas than me. In
real life
MISLA
Listen, I am a woman. I am in locker rooms, in like gyms, whatever. I see naked women all the time. Forever, too. Not just since puberty
SWANK
Before puberty have been
searching for naked women and I'm here now and that's all I do
STEVE
You gotta point. 'Boutta say man, how many vaginas have you accidentally seen?
SWANK
Wait, me?
STEVE
Both
SWANK
It's never been an accident
MISLA
It's not an accident for me either
DONALD
What??
The others laugh
STEVE
That's even weirder
DONALD
You sent your girl down there for this?
STEVE
I didn't send a girl
DONALD
Swank?
SWANK
Not me. I'm looking for new girls
SWANK
You got girls, downstairs?
MISLA
Of course it's not my girl. Why would I bring girls here?
SWANK
Yeah, Misla never brings girls for anybody
STEVE laughs, and MISLA throws something at SWANK
DONALD walks out
STEVE
Yo, if that girl's cute, tell her to come upstairs, though
EXT. LAWN. -- DAY
MISLA is wearing traditional karate garb, practicing her forms on the grass
She does a short routine and bows
CUT TO:
EXT. POOL AREA - MORNING
LUDWIG is playing on his guitar. He plays for a short while
.
CUT TO:
EXT. POOL - MORNING
DONALD is leaning over the side to talk to EMILY who is swimming
DONALD
What did you think of track seven?
EMILY
I don't know. It was okay. I don’t know about the second one though. It wasn't scary enough
DONALD
What do you mean scary? It wasn't scary enough?
EMILY
You're not scary
DONALD
I'm pretty scary. I can be scary when I wanna
EMILY
Try
DONALD pushes EMILY's head underwater
DONALD
Totally scary
She comes back up and spits water on him
DONALD
Totally missed
EMILY splashes him
DONALD
Alright
DONALD pauses, and backs up, off screen
He runs, and jumps into the water. EMILY screams
DONALD
My phone's in my pocket!
CUT TO:
INT. HOUSE (
FRONT DOOR
) - DAY
An unknown person walks in and steps out of his shoes
He kicks them off onto a sea of other shoes
CUT TO:
INT. PRODUCTION ROOM - DAY
DONALD is demoing a song to a few others. They are listening along and the power goes out
DONALD
Oh shit
TRINIDAD JAMES
That was tight
DONALD
The power went out
STEFAN
It was too turnt up
CUT TO:
INT. REC. ROOM - DAY
CHANCE and TRINIDAD JAMES are playing a quiet game of Connect Four
CHANCE
(In a
funny voice
)
This decision is pivotal
CHANCE places a piece into the game, and TRINIDAD JAMES does the same,
back and forth
TRINIDAD JAMES
Thanks
CHANCE
God damnit, did I just tweak? I just did it
TRINIDAD JAMES places his winning piece, and CHANCE observes
CHANCE
God damnit!
CHANCE screams and walks away. TRINIDAD JAMES laughs
CUT TO:
EXT. LAWN. - DAY
CHANCE and DONALD are having a push-up contest
STEVE and TRINIDAD JAMES are watching
CHANCE
You're old, Donald
DONALD
You're homeless. I can do this all day. I feel great. I'm getting an erection. Oh man, I'm so hard
STEVE
Stained. I can see it
TRINIDAD JAMES
I feel like Chance's hat might pop off
CHANCE
These are hat on pushups.
DONALD
Go all the way down when someone makes you do pushups
CHANCE falls over, exhausted
DONALD screams at CHANCE in victory
CUT TO:
EXT. PATIO - DAY
Donald is DJing
Kyle's song "Fruit Snacks,"
STEFAN
is dancing behind him
STEFAN waves at the mysterious GIRL
DONALD stops DJing and turns to STEFAN, who is still dancing even with the absence of music
DONALD
Do you know her?
STEFAN
No
DONALD
Then why'd you wave?
STEFAN
I'm a gentleman
CUT TO:
INT. LEMON TREE GARDEN - AFTERNOON
DONALD is sitting against a tree and holding the lemons that DANIELLE picks and hands to him
DANIELLE
I've had the most strangely reoccurring dreams over the last week. And uh, it's like of my wedding, but nothing is going right. Everything's a disaster. My guests are all there, it's all of my real life friends. They all look gorgeous. They're all like fully done up in their gowns that they're probably going to wear to the wedding, my family is there. But suddenly I realize I should've been married by now, and I'm not married, I'm not in my wedding dress. I'm all alone, in this giant area where I see my guests being served their cocktail appetizers off of paper plates. Everyone seems to be having a great time, but they're eating off of paper plates. But I am wearing cargo pants. Army cargo pants
DONALD
Like Old Navy?
DANIELLE
Yeah, exactly. Like Old Navy cargo pants. I don't own Old Navy cargo pants. I'm not even sure where that came from in my head, but I'm wearing that with a T shirt and I'm supposed to be getting married. My hair's not done, my makeup's not done. And my mom comes in and asks me, "Why aren't you getting ready for your wedding?" And I'm like "Oh, I will be, I will be" but suddenly I'm smoking a cigarette, I even don't know why I'm smoking a cigarette, but in my mind I also that I'm three or four weeks pregnant. Horrible, right? So I tell my mom, "Mom, you don't know this, but I'm three or four weeks pregnant" and she says not "Put down the cigarette", she says, "Maybe you should get into your wedding dress". It's all very, very weird. I'm not sure what it means at all
DONALD
I think we have too many lemons
DANIELLE
One more?
DONALD
Yeah
DANIELLE
And these two
DONALD
Yeah, some of them. That'll be enough
DANIELLE
We can make guacamole
CUT TO:
INT. PIANO ROOM / EXT. POOL - DUSK
STEFAN is playing the piano. His music transitions to:
The legs of an unknown person balancing and walking along the edge of the pool
CUT TO:
A MONTAGE:
A group of people are dancing around speakers. Assumingly, music is playing, but the events of that scene are muted
, and replaced by the dialogue of...
INT. MOVIE ROOM. - NIGHT
DONALD and FLYING LOTUS are exchanging verses they've written
FLYING LOTUS
Investing time on writing lies
, slightly truth without a clue
I met my higher self
,
pissing off the roofs of drunken goofs
He said "keep the mic smelly like a rotten tooth"
And all your fears forgotten when the Cap is in the booth
I'm an angel in an agony of flame
Feathers growing at the mention of my name, reinvention of my shame
I'm a slave to the darkness of my innermost cave
And all these words I hold tighter than a glowstick at a rave, nigga
Dance around the camp fire, buttnaked, blowing trees
Could give a single fuck if somebody sees, I'm free
Red "V"
bleed out a scarlet letter
,
kill a king
And I'll sitting ready for whatever weather the seasons sing
Picking up expensive habits,
chasing after little rabbits
Hope they lead me to a place of magic
Sad at all the times I never thought I had it
Losing all these memories, and y'all doubt it matters...
Patterns
DONALD
Mouth to a Pellegrino, bottle color of envy
Who the fuck is Gambino
, I hand a waitress a benji
To act like she never met me
, I'm saying though
They want the game changed when your shit on the radio
Fruit was so hanging low, I didn't even bother
She tryna land Obama's, man she get it from her mama
I don't blame her, I tame her, give her something to visualize
On my couch watching DVR'd "American Dad"
Man those new Celine bags are so to die for
I'm in that Porsche on Prozac, them suicide doors
Watch her walk as the death becomes her
Cause Mrs. Tarantino kill bills, no wonder
My heaven is the present, so maybe this is it
.
Pray to God every night to make me believe he exists
Drink a fifth of vodka, I don't need no sponsor
,
Heard a preacher holler, make him hold these souls
And that's when like the hook...
FLYING LOTUS
Yeah that's tight. I like that
You know you got a little...
He points to DONALD's nose, and DONALD touches it to find blood dripping
DONALD
Oh shit
FLYING LOTUS
Yeah
DONALD gets up, and runs to the bathroom
FLYING LOTUS
Wow
CUT TO:
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
DONALD examines his nose in the mirror, surprised by the bleeding
He looks for the source of all the blood, and notices and obstruction in his nasal passage- it's a string
Nauseated and scared, he pulls the long, blood soaked string while gagging and coughing. Finally, he dislodges the string and what is attached at the end, a golden tooth
He places it next to the sink and washes his hands, as the sound of the running water transitions into a similar sound of the shower water as DONALD now sits in the shower
He is still, and his back is to us
CUT TO:
EXT. POOL AREA - NIGHT
DONALD and FAM are sitting next to a bonfire
,
eating s'mores
and
swapping childhood stories
FAM
I remember being seventeen, being scared as hell. Getting prank calls, like crazy stuff. Just like senior year in high school. Had a lot of girls, it's crazy. So, this one girl, she was super crazy, she would call my phone from a blocked number, and it was her. But then I started getting like the crazy death threats.
Started as a joke, then they knew exactly what kind of car I was driving, where I liked to hang out. Then they started shooting in the area, so I couldn't sleep at home anymore. Went and got a gun from my friend. Started sleeping on the street for a week.
The scariest thing about it all though, is having a gun knowing you might have to use it. scarier than than killing somebody is thinking about killing somebody.
Sometimes you can't explain why things happen. Those seven days, man, just couldn't handle it. Just couldn't handle it. You just get to that point like why did I get here? Sometimes they just do
DONALD
When I was like five or six, we were living in Decatur, in the projects. On Commerce Drive. It's nice now, but like we were living there and I remember my mom's friend. Like a friend of the family. This kid like... Something happened, I didn't understand it but
he had to stay with us for a couple of day
. I didn't really understand it. But we didn't have any space. So he had to sleep in my bed. I remember in the morning waking up and he was like
"Let's rub butts"
. I was like "okay" like whatever I did it. And I didn't really get it. And then I turned, when we turned he kissed me
FAM
He kissed you?
DONALD
Yeah. Like you said, I don't know why it happened. I don't know why it happened
FAM
Did anybody like know about this?
DONALD
Nah, just him
FAM
That's wild
DONALD
It's crazy
FAM
Like I said, sometimes you just can't explain things
DONALD
I'm gonna go inside
FAM
Alright, I gonna stay out here, man
DONALD begins to walk inside as we...
CUT TO:
HALLWAY
DONALD is walking to his room, as the GIRL passes him in the opposite direction
He turns, quizzically
DONALD
Who are you?
She doesn't respond, or even look at him, and keeps walking. Donald continues walking to his room
CUT TO:
INT. DONALD'S ROOM. - NIGHT
He is flying face up, eyes closed. The phone rings and he opens his eyes
He leans over and picks up the phone
WOMAN 
Hello, who's this?
DONALD immediately hangs up
, looks down for a moment, and takes off his sweatshirt and shirt
He lies down and falls back asleep
FADE OUT
Oh!
Give me a moment, oh, oh, oh
When they're gone, keep to yourself
Oh, oh, woo, oh, ooh, yeah!
Keep all your dreams, keep standing tall
If you are strong, you cannot fall
Oh! Oh!
Keep on your dreams, keep standing tall
If you are strong, you cannot fall
Oh! Oh!
(Keep on your dreams, keep standing tall
If you are strong, you cannot fall)
Ooh! Oh!
We're coming out to get you
We're all so glad we met you
We're eating you for profit
There is no way to stop it
There is no way to stop it
Do you feel alive, yeah?
Do you feel alive, yeah?
Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo
Do you feel alive?
It's your summertime
It's your summertime magic
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
It's in the air and it's all around
Too high, can't come down
One love, the thing that hasn't changed
My parents lost their job, it's so cold in the A
Now that I'm one percent, I send most of it home
I want to stunt but she need to pay off her student loans
And everybody saying, "Get it while you hitting man
We want them harder beats, that 808 you slipping man"
Dude is so stupid popping anything they hand me
On that parking lot pimping and politicking in Miami
In that home of the D where they sell that cake batter
Heard a voice in the back, hate from all the fake rappers
That I shitted on, shitted on
Shitted on, shitted on
Rap your soul, dude, let the mic blaze
Show 'em A-Town, East Side, all day
I put it on, I put it on
I put it on, I put it on
Life is somethin' IMAX,
film is at a climax
I ain't even started,
was it stupid I departed?
Man, probably, but now we do the things we always wanted
I'm proud of me, cause I am undoubtedly a force to be reckoned with
Please somebody cum laude me
Graduated, anticipated the hatred and doubted me
Not a prodigy, just a hard worker from the Dean's List
But most these rappers doin' so-so like a seamstress
Jesus
One love
You can let it out
You can let it out
You can let it out, cause
I shoulda known, shoulda known
I shoulda known, shoulda known
One love
You can let it out
You can let it out
You can let it out, cause
I shoulda known, shoulda known
I shoulda known, shoulda known
One love
You can let it out
You can let it out
You can let it out, cause
I shoulda known, shoulda known
I shoulda known, shoulda known
One love
You can let it out
You can let it out
You can let it out, cause
I shoulda known, shoulda known
I shoulda known, shoulda known
We are very rare
10% of a foster home
trying to Cinderella this shit
This melanin pit they placed us in and said get out
No blueprint,
hell's cruise ship
Took him and her, who made him and her
Who made him and her who made her
Who ran away from the south at 14 pregnant
Who made her who came back to the south
Atlanta, Georgia who made me
Funny hairline, white name
Blonde dreads, African name
,
both of our parents
Original black hippies, so what?
Little 5 points
to Avondale to
Stone Crest
You out in Lithonia though
But fuck that, I'm a high class nigga
I catch you out at Lenox
Nah fuck that,
I'm looking for hoes at Atlantic Station
Nah fuck that, I'm at South DeKalb Mall
Really in the parking lot, leaning on some broke niggas Camry
The pic you sent last night says you really with the shits
My leather passenger seat exhales
Wasn't ready for all that
'Cause it's not me
I mean who is right?
I'mma take you to Tongue & Groove
There's $20 to wear my hat inside
I give em $100 and tell em to pay forward for the niggas behind me
They playing Jeezy like that shit came out yesterday
Thug motivation
,
I was never a thug and they used to respect me for it
But now the game's fucked up and I gotta Michael Corleone these niggas
Quiet, confident,
I talked to her
She came with you, but she left with me
And now she's in the passenger seat
So, where we going?
Just away 
Which leaves you standing there thinking
You don't have to call, baby
There's somethin' inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same
There's somethin' inside you
It's hard to explain
They're talking about you boy
But you're still the same
Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes down
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound
I stunt hard, I make it work, yeah
I make it work, yeah, I make it work, who
I live large, I make it work, yeah
I make it work, yeah
Childish Gambino, lame niggas never heard of it
Sick Boi is the crew, fuck these niggas with a dirty dick
When these mothafuckas gonna understand I’m serious?
I’m hard in the paint like I fuck her on her period
James Dean swag, leather jacket, white t-shirt
Rolled up sleeves, nigga lookin’ like a greaser
Word is born, baby my dictionary’s in labor
Listen to the Culdesac and know that was an ultimatum man
Why nobody wanna admit they like me just a little bit?
Won’t be on the freshmen list, guess I’ll just keep spittin’ shit
Never be the rapper with six hundred dollar shades
No iced-out chain,
Rod Lavers all day
I was hopin’ they would see me just for me, dope rhymer
They do me like my first house, no co-signer
See you usin’ qualifiers, you don’t even know
“I guess he good for a rapper who on a TV show”
Even though, I was rappin’ back when Lance had chemo, ho
Even flow, Pearl Jammin’ niggas can’t leave me alone
I keep a bone for these girls who liked me back when green was low
Feel me, though, DVR my thoughts and make your TiVo grow
Runnin’ through the moment as the sun goes down 
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound 
But it’s all for you to prove it, keep on movin’, keep on usin’
My shine, my shine, my shine
Ooh, take me higher
Gambeezy make it work somethin’, let me check the syntax
Don’t add an eezy to my name, ’cause it has never been that
Aladdin on you fuckers, prince of the game from street rat
Dudes fall off, too steep like tea bags
Steady movin’, don’t worry about where I’mma be
Cause I’mma be on these tracks like indie girls on Amelie
Honesty, I’m rappin’ ’bout everything I go through
Everything I’m sayin’, I’m super sayin’ like Goku
Fuck nerdcore, fuck backpack
Fuck rap cool, I make cool rap
I make music for wack blacks to blast back
In fact, I swear the track I lie on’s my last track
Running through the moment as the sun goes down 
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound 
But it’s all for you to prove it, keep on movin’, keep on usin’
My shine, my shine, my shine
Ooh, take me higher
Running through the moment as the sun goes down 
And all I ever wanted was to hear that sound 
But it’s all for you to prove it, keep on movin’, keep on usin’
My shine, my shine, my shine
Ooh, take me higher
You're the only girl that I have ever wanted
Every other girl is trying to be you
My mama says that I should write you letters
But I think you're with other dudes
Take my hand, you'll like it
You don't even have to call
Yes, I've had some alcohol, I'm sorry
Take my hand
You don't even have to call
You're somewhere out there after all
You're all I ever wanted
You're all I ever wanted
You're all I ever wanted
Have a word for your brother
Have some time for one another
Really love one another
It's so hard to find
Have a word for your brother
Have some time for one another
Really love one another
It's so hard to find
This on some old Atlanta shit. But I like it cause, it's not about what you know, but who you know. Know what I'm saying?
Royalty my partna dem, no one else my partna dem
Stay strapped with that arsenal
These niggas winnin', it's hard to tell
Move over, we about to take over
Slide up in them DMs, her nigga didn't even notice, I'm focused
Yeah, I'm the man of the hour
Play me on Power
,
play me on Hot
Nigga I'm hot, nigga don't stop
Flow so cold put a cherry on top
Haters so mad, he ain't even know why, probably all the autonomy
Fuck all your feelings, I'm proud of me
Head was so good it's psychology
God damn, I'm just being who I am
From that weird ass little kid to this ballin' ass grown man
Man this beat is going so HAM, flow been burr since Novem'
Chain been burr since Novem'
That means cold, I'm just sayin', we ain't playin'
If your man don't want to lick it, I volunteer as tribute
You niggas on them Hunger Games, I'm eating Os like onion rings
I kill them hoes so constantly, I ain't even gotta sugar coat it
See them titties, wanna motorboat it
I'm Dopaliscious like SpottieOttie
Y'all don't know me, run the world
Turnin' up like that little girl, like, ayy-ayy-ayy-turn up
Tell them niggas it's tax season
Atlanta Georgia, that's black Sweden
I'm such a martyr, die for the game
I'm such a MARTA I'm runnin' trains like whoo
Slow that shit, felt that shit
Let me hear it
What kind of love just stays the same?
What kind of love don't die alone?
What kind of love would take this long?
What kind of love don't make you old?
Meet me at the studio
I just wanna play you something
Meet me at the studio
I just wanna tell you something
'Cause you satisfy my heart
Even though we'll fall apart
Can't remember how to start—little lies
You like to call me koala
I'll be your Simba, you're Nala
Wherever you go I'll follow
—little lies
Drove for hours just to see your face
Sorry—
Drove for hours just to see your face
We should've talked if just to clear the space
But now we stare at each other
Buried whatever feeling that was
He texts to "keep your heart D-stacks, keep your heart
These girls are smart D-stacks, these girls are smart"
I know...
Why get a dog? It's just gonna die
Everything you love's just gonna leave you one day
And that's just real shit he can still spit
But what's the point?
I said a lot of stupid stuff
I think that I was growin' up
What kind of love don't hurt so bad?
What kind of love don't feel this way?
What kind of love would make me fold?
Little lies, little lies
Little lies, little lies
Little lies, little lies
Na, na-na, na, na-na, na-na
Little lies
Somebody tell they people what the fuck is up
I'm grindin' like a doozer looking cool as fuck
I'm grindin' I'm most hated but I sell the stage
I'm grindin' I'm most hated but I'm gettin' paid
Eddy Scissorhands is workin' on my linin' 
Gettin' spiffy for these bitches I be eyeing
Fredward Mercury was playin' while I'm ridin' 
Down the Ryan
,
in a Scion 
And I'm flyin', but it's cool, I got insurance
On the run, because I got warrants 
But it's cool I got endurance
In school I got suspended, but in turn I got some earnings
Could've spent it all on Thursday, but I saved it for my parents
But I spent a bit on Friday, in the night I hang with Donald
And I'm tired of McDonald's, want a chick that cook Chicano
That can't speak a lick of English
And pronounce my name like "Chano"
She say "something, something" Spanish
I look back like, "Bitch, I-I know"
Toni-i-ight, I'mma make decisions for li-i-ife
Take some Lucys, Boomers
Dark liq' and lights, I might dri-i-ive
That's that shit right there that I don't li-i-ike
There, that shit, just had to say
Shouts to the niggas that passed away
And shouts for the niggas that's here right now
And shots at the niggas that got away
So sad to say, but it's all good
Niggas gon' celebrate, and wait for the day
And wait for the day shit detonate, with Alizé
Like live from the Chi', it's Saturday ni-i-ight
Used to have some patience, now it's all gone
Force feed these motherfuckers eatin' foie gras
Force feed these motherfuckers not a rockstar
I'm a say my piece, these other rappers lockjaw
I don't think they like me 
I don't think I'm icy, I think I'm aight, B
Niggas wanna fight me? That's unnecessary
I don't quit for shit, that's my legendary
Oh, I think dey like me, oh I think dey like me
Oh, I think dey like me, oh I think dey like me
Oh, I think dey like me, oh I think dey like me
Oh, I think dey like me, oh I think dey like me
Like this, like this, no
Always be like this, no
Like this, like this, like this, no
Always be like this, no
Like this, always be like this
Like this, like this, like this
With a gun in your hand
I'm the boogieman
I'm gonna come and get you
If you point a gun at my rising sun
Though we're not the one
But in the bounds of your mind
We have done the crime
Boogieman, you've got to help us, can you?
Boogieman, you've got to help us, can you?
With a gun in your hand
I'm the boogieman
I'm gonna come and get you
Every boy and girl all around the world
Knows my nigga's words
But if he's scared of me
How can we be free? Yeah
Boogieman, you've got to help us, can you?
Boogieman, you've got to help us, can you?
Running out of time
We're running
Running out of time 
We're running
Running out of time
We're running
Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a horse race
Changing horses midstream, fourteenth place
On videotape surveillance playback
Sigh you lose face, disgraced, God forbid you
Fall off of the face of the Earth to chase
The black hole of what you thought it was worth today
"Don't shoot the piano player" I heard them say
It was your fault, centrifugal force, you got caught
Convict monotonous, a verdict thoughtless
As you read it out loud,
at least I was being relatively honest
Standing in your office trying to speak to some anacondas
Eking solace out of the sawdust
While your doppelganger stands topless
No one notices, they got their own dramas
Drama-rama's
melodramas
You draw commas on the eyes of madonnas
And wonder why you can't turn traumas into nirvanas
Don't mess your head up, still run with these young bucks
Still runnin' on jet fuel, still pimpin' on what-what
What was I thinkin'? I wasn't; What am I drinkin'? I'm buzzin'
Speakin' of weekends I used to fuck with your cousin
I used to rap about nothin', now I rap about nothin'
But that nothin' was somethin' that ain't nobody was bumpin'
See I still got it boo-boo,
just a dad'll do you
Wonders if you don't wanna be under some gross dude
But most girls will do it just for a corner seat at Nobu
I bet your daughter's perfect, he say it like he know you
My daughter isn't living yet,
Atwater Village idiot
Their flow's dumb, but that royalty's the silliest, now
Someone tell these niggas I ain't fuckin' 'round
Fly them all to Vegas man we hold it down
Livin' for the present, nigga we fuck futures
Sippin' on some whiskey,
these bitches drinkin' Kombucha
Recession means more oppression, these niggas will shoot ya
Rio de Janeiro, these bitches lookin' like Xuxa
Talk with anacondas, at least I'm bein' honest
I'm tryin' to turn these Keke Palmers into baby mamas
Baby mama, I'm your baby, mama
Man, let your boy drown, they ain't save me, mama
They ain't save me, mama
They ain't save me, mama
Silk pillow for that new weave
Silk pillow for that new weave
Ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba
Duh-d-duh-duh-d-duh
Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh
To love you all the time
I don't have words for this part
But I know it should sound like this
Duh-d-duh-duh-duh-duh
To love you all the time
To be beautiful is to be hunted
I can't change the truth, I can't get you used to this
Can't get you used to this
No, no, no, no
To be beautiful is to be hunted 
I can't change the truth , I can't get you used to this
Ooh, give it to me now, bring the strings back, uh
To be beautiful is to be hunted
We are beautiful, yeah
That's so beautiful
That's so beautiful
 Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
 Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
 Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
 Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em
Thank you 
'Cause I love you, mmh, mmh
I wanna say thank you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I love you, ooh, yeah
I said thank you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
'Cause I really love you, yeah , ah
I said thank you
Thank you for showing me what love can be 
Thank you
Your love is a mountain
I admire
I admire, I admire
Oh, I said thank you
And I love you, yes, I do
And I love you, yes, I do
I said thank you 
Thank you for children
Thank you for your love
I said thank you
I admire, I admire
I just wanna say it, I had mine sad 
I cannot find, I cannot find, losin' my mind
Losin' my mind
The label doesn't want me to release in December
because it's not a holiday record and I'm not a big artist.
I started the record last Christmas.
Christmas always made me feel lonely,
but it helped me restart the new year.
I want people to this album when everything's closed. When everything slows down and quiet.
So you can start over
I got really lost last year.
But I can't be lonely tho.
Cause we're all here
We're all stuck here
I wanted to make something that says, no matter how bad you fuck up, or mistakes you've made during the year, your life, your eternity. You're always allowed to be better.
You're always allowed to grow up. If you want
Uoy ssim I
Uoy tuohtiw ereh m'I yhw wonk t'nod I oS
Did uoy sselnu maws reven I
Naeco gnidnats a si feirG
Llac eht rof yad yreve tiaw emoS
Nevig er'uoy tahw ekat uoy
Detivni ton er'uoy nehW
Uoy ssim I
Uoy tuohtiw ereh m'I yhw wonk t'nod I oS
Did uoy sselnu maws reven I
Naeco gnidnats a si feirG
Llac eht rof yad yreve tiaw emoS
Nevig er'uoy tahw ekat uoy
Detivni ton er'uoy nehW
Ay, nigga, black faces
Black faces
That's royalty, nigga
Digital, Childish Gambino
Mixtape demonstrations
This Oxycontin carbon monox' and toxic concoction
Collapse your brain cells, they swell from lack of oxygen
Leave the opposition stuck, without a pot to piss in
Hockin', spitting up blood, shark by sharp precision
Dart incision, darkness imparts your vision
Sparks infliction,  I'm a mad magician
Verbal plasma, verbal scatter, words that shatter
Every atom in your body, now you're anti-matter
Ripping through the data, checked into the doctor
Took his rhyme splatter, cause my mind's faster
You falling down to ground, while I climb the ladder
Too much garbage in your gallbladder, fall flatter
On your face, now you carry by the
pall-bearer
Or wear the black suit, eyes all teared up
Oh no, when your ho make a boss lit up
We in the rib with a smirk nigga, all geared up
Childish Gambino or Bobby Digi'lino on the tracks
We breaking more backs that Sammartino, Bruno
We saw more baselines than Juno
Change more law in New York than Mr. Cuomo
Godfather novels I write like Mario Puzo
Master time fix the clocks like I'm Hugo
Hold the weight like nine sumos
Bust shots like John Lugo
You know how the Wu go
Look sharp, homie give yourself a facelift
High brow, eyebrows on a spaceship
Take sips of that Ace of Spades-es
Saving all my money just to waste on a bracelet
Can't see them haters, we don't give a fuck though
Charge it to the game, keep a lame so cutthroat
Never slip a fast one, the game is so in front of me
Travel 'round the globe, spend and make 'bout a 100 G's
Pack them crowds up, boss like Bowser
Deep pocket poetry, my custom trousers
Thank God they found us, the game was starvin'
I'm clean and concrete, you ass and Charmin
Bobby Digital, do you really think these niggas know shit?
Shopping in Manhattan and I ran into my old chick
Pride is a bitch, I am not a grown up
Tweetin' when I'm 70, these half-dead followers
She look like she Spelman, secretly she Hofstra
Put her in the club, all she wanna hear is Waka
Put her in the crib, all she wanna hear is Waka
She jerk when I move like her old boy popped her
Home is that Outkast,
soul like I'm Phonte
Old-school J's like Beyoncé's fiancé
Back on my dumb shit, nigga we the stupidest
Gave them niggas real shit, don't know what to do with it
I did what I did man, did you really see it though?
'Bino hard and fast, niggas Sweet'N Low
American Royalty, family loyalty
We cream of the crop why the fuck would we stop?
She had two sons: both of 'em good grades
Both of 'em rap songs
Where did she go wrong?
Nowhere mama, we just go where the money at
Black Kennedy, where the fuck you niggas at?
Top down, let 'em see a king
East side, East side, I'm just bein' me
I'm just seein' Gs, I'm just makin' culture
I just say the realest shit and hope it don't insult you
On stage, yellin' crazy shit
I was high but I meant that shit
Let it out, gotta vent that shit
Play me loud, that's event music
I don't swear to God, I just swear to me
I don't think there's anything I couldn't be
All we know is trust,
that's the royalty
Please don't ask a king what it's hard to be
Let the top down and let your hair blow
Let the top down and let your hair blow
You got a perfect body, all natural
Body that the superstar lookin' for
Let's ride and let the top down
Let your hair blow, ride and smoke out
We party on the Interstate, shut I-20 down
Even in the winter flexin' with the top down
Put, put it in my video
Put, put, put, put it in my video
I do not talk, I am just a rapper
Sick boi make moves like a chess piece
And that move real quick like Nestle
Let me make it clear for a second like Pepsi
I was never worried 'bout my wallet being empty
Cause when it was empty, I was still happy
Walkin' with my Walkman, freestyle rappin'
High school bullies like what the fuck happened
Nigga off the hook like I fuckin' shot the captain
And this is me relaxing, rappin' is my hobby
I did this in my bedroom where I separate my laundry
Watchin' old episodes of Shining Time Station
You are now listening to my mouth on vacation 
Why you doing this, what's your motivation?
I am just a rapper, I don't need the paper
No Will Smith, went off without a hitch, man
C-H-I-L-D is the ISH man
Do sixteen bars no wristband
I'll always be childish, call me Maggie Simpson
Run the track like my tongue's an Olympian
I've always been this good, you just weren't listenin'
I'ma try to make my street cred stack up
I mean I'm rapping over Grizzly Bear, what the fuck?
Gather swagger up, before I take it all
You started rapping when you wasn't good at basketball
I started rapping cause I fucking need some Adderall
I can't do one thing, I'm just too good
I can't do one thing, I am Tiger Woods
I make your iPod hotter than a lighter would
Picture me in sixth grade, overweight, overbite
Got my fake Adidas on, whiting out the fourth stripe
Kid named Vincent got it out for me, I hate that guy
Frodo from Chicago, really small and shy
You better recognize, cause I know better now
Cause I was always sick, my life's a hospital
And that's some funny shit, that turd is Apatow
That female dog is blind, well bitch look at me now!
I'm wearing tight jeans and nobody's laughing
More pussy than recycled sanitary napkins
Bitch sitting shotgun in my Tracy Chapman
I did exactly what you niggas said would never happen
I'm doing me so big I can hardly walk
These rappers need ER like they're Charlie Park
Stay hard like my suit made by Tony Stark
This kind of music make your balls drop, Dick Clark
Yes I'm grown and sexy and I'm worth the wait
Girls act like I'm the only dude on earth to date
Put these words on your head and let them percolate
We need to separate, nigga church and state
I used to have to pay for gas in my mama's
Saturn
And now I'm paying for a mortgage as a working actor
If living my life is what you say you're chasing after
Nigga stop talking shit and just be a rapper 
Slide, baby, I'm gonna let it go
No one has to know, so let it
Slide, baby, I'm gonna let it go
No one has to 
Slide, baby...
Wow
Yea, we party ‘til the sun up
You ain’t liking what we doing – shut up
You ain’t liking what we doing – shut up
We got that extra life, nigga one up
Yea, we party ‘til the sun up
You ain’t liking what we doing – shut up
You ain’t liking what we doing – shut up
We got that extra life, nigga one up
When you looking at the devil
But you lookin' in the mirror
What you gon' say? 
Uh, uh, when your money getting long
But you know you're doin' wrong
What you gon' say? 
Uh, uh, when you know your mama dyin'
And you runnin' out of time
What you gonna say? 
Uh, when you feel alone
Know you are not alone 
Ah, yeah
There is love in every moment
Under the sun, boy
I did what I wanted to, yeah, yeah
Now I just power forward
Under the sun, in every moment
I did what I wanted to
Everything that you're feeling right now 
Let it out, let it out 
Alright, you ready?
Okay, now, one, two, one, two, three
Now do your dance, mama
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
Ayy, uh, yeah, uh
What? Feel it
What? Dance, lil' mama
Ayy, ayy, uh
Get loose
Uh, uh, uh, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh
Do what you wanna do
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no, no, no, no, baby
Oh, no, no
Do what you wanna do
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up
Young God what it is, how you livin', huh
Young thing and she sayin' let me beat it up
See me out in my ride, wanna key it up
He got a Kia, I got a Bimmer
She got a Fiat, half Italian
She wanna ride up, on my stallion
See me stylin', I'ma ride out
Hit Lihue then we drive to the hide out, uh
That's the way that we living
He fly her out every weekend
Because her thinking is different
She dance around in the kitchen
Like "Doo-doo, doo-doo, dun, doo-doo"
You'll always be my baby
Ask me what we're doing
Yeah, you know that drive me crazy
She wanna ride with the top way down
When I get her home I'ma lay that down
Lay that down, oh-oh
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up
In the year 3005
And the world I love is gone
Do you know where we're headed?
I see now, I know love
I see everything
I know everything
I can do anything
I just wanna sing
I just wanna dance, now
I'm so free you know, know
I can't help myself, no
Oh my god, oh my god
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up
No matter what you say or what you do
When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you
Fuck these other niggas
I'll be right by your side 'til 3005, hold up
Yeah, we in here, we in this thing
Gambino is forever, Royalty is forever
We ballin’ ‘till we fuckin’ up the hardwood homey
This is the life we live, son
My president is black and my Prius is blue, motherfucker
Royalty all day, we droppin’ racks in Nordstroms, son
That’s racks on racks, damn it
You feel me? You feel me?
This is the part where most people would say something crazy and drop the n-word after it
Not going to, not gonna do that
I don’t feel comfortable
I’m out!
One slug couldn't snuff young cuz
Goodness gracious, haters stay on his nuts
Would just like a hoodrat chick who was curious
Serious, full breast, ready to touch
Who's that in the coupe blew back with a blue new hat
Givin' head while he poppin' the clutch?
True that, I had a few, Obie rollin' with Bruce
And Nathaniel annually knockin' the boots
It's all manual the way I get 'em outta they shoes
Talk a lil' shit, then they anus'll ooze
Hock a lil' spit on my dang-a-lang, boo
It's Shady, you know the name of the crew
You know the aim is to bang you in a mansion
With a Magnum when the night came to the matinee
Mathers, Nate, Obie came to party
You better ask somebody
Now shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, c'mon, girl
Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, aw, girl
Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me, c'mon, girl
Shake that ass for me, shake that ass for me
Shady
I got love... I got love...
I got love... I got love...
I got love... I got love...
Music and me
Music and me
Music and me
Music and me
My music and me
Music and me
Music and me
Music and me
Music and me
My music and me
All you pimp playin' hustlers, now ya know
You can't keep me out once you crack the door
Either join a team or it's best you flee
Nobody does it better than me
They can come closer than close, yeah
Original they never will be
We bumpin' from coast to coast, yeah yeah
We just tryin' make you see
Nobody does it better
Nobody does it better
Nobody does it better
I know, you came to have a fuckin' party
I know it's about time to get shit started
You know, that I'm a bad man
Nobody can do this like I can
Nate gon' make ya get up
All the girls get up
Take it to the floor
Speakers 'bout to blow
Turn it up some more
All my dogs get down
Let me see you boogie
All the girls get up
Let me see you movin'
Ring or no ring
A ho gon' be a ho
While you sleepin'
She be creepin' out the back door
Comin' to meet me at my honey comb
Smokin' and drinkin', dyin' to please me
While real playas keep playin' on
Playas play on, play on
Keep playin' on
Ladies playin' on, play on
Keep playin' on
Playas play on, play on
Ladies play on, play on
Keep playin' on
Your wife, is my bitch
Your love, is my trick
Your wife, my bitch
Your love, my trick
Her mouth, my dick
I fucked. that's it
Straight pimp, no shit
Gave me your chips
I drove your whip
It's true, don't trip
Everyday, the 4-5 stays on deck for whoever
I'm bustin' takin down, bowin' down never
Gotta watch my back for these coppers
As well as these niggas that I kick it with
They stick you faster than these bitches will
Since I'm pimpin' everybody wants my riches
And I can't keep a dime from buying weed, yack, and every time
I smoke constantly, it comforts me
From committin' the murders so I chill and puff the herb
Who gots my back nobody
Little John Gotti's layin niggas down at the homie's party
All be goin' crazy I guess we are bein' who we are
Really say the nigga gotta be a star
I gots to get mine and if I blast then it's my destiny
If I die then it was meant to be intentionally
Warrior stressin', no guessin', no confession
And when the murder take place, it was self protection
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound?
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound?
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound?
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin' ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claimin' Dogg Pound?
You make me go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
I really go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
You make me go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
You make me go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
You make me, hmm
You make me go
You make me, hmm
You make me go
You make me, hmm
You make me go
You make me, hmm
You make me go
I'm having a ball, watch out for I fall
I'm headed for the girl that's standing on the wall
No flashing no bills, just testing my skills
I'm looking for a sexy girl so we can peel
You make me go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
I really go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
You make me go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
You make me go crazy baby
When I see a sexy girl
Will the hardest man please stand, the homie stood right up
Sagging pants, gat in hand, the nigga was a nut
Looney low key,
O.G., been banging from the jump
Dressed in all black, ready to jack, and he still don't give a fuck
A friend of mine, he used to be, before I got caught up
He used to roll with me, way back in '93, when I was broke as fuck
Be prepared to blast, that's all that he ask, if he's to ride with you
We gonna make some cash, and dash, you can toss him when you're through
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man around
Little big man, don't you see me lyin' here - pick me up, if you dare
I'll make your life easier, cause I'll be pumpin' fear
Disrespect, you don't have to take
If you see him comin', just wave me in his face
But you ain't the only one that got a friend like me
So hurry up, let's go, I'm kind of tired of being broke
I know you gotta get paid, I can show you the way
So take me home, polish the chrome
Load me up,
and put me to his dome
I got a lot work to do, so toss me and be gone
You're a big man now
You're a big man now
You're a big man now
You're a big man now
I told you once before I'm pumping fear
Nobody's gonna step to you, let them know I'm here
And if you have questions in the corner of your mind
Pull the trigger, and leave your questions behind
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man around
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man around
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man in town
The hardest man around
Why did my homie have to die? With tears in my eyes
I came to say goodbye 
Why did my homie have to die? With tears in my eyes
I came to say goodbye 
Why did my homie have to die? With tears in my eyes
I came to say goodbye 
When your days get lonely 
When your nights get cold 
When the rain starts pouring 
When your man ain't home 
You can call me baby 
You can let me know 
You ain't had none lately 
Lemme in the
backdoor
Meanie walks out the door
Meanie act like he don't want you no more
You can do the same thang
Two can play at this game
With his love and you bored
He got you doin' his chores
Might as well be with me
You ain't nobody's slave
When your days get lonely
When your days get lonely 
When your nights get cold 
When the rain starts pouring 
When your man ain't home 
You can call me baby 
You can let me know 
You ain't had none lately 
Lemme in your backdoor 
He ain't never gone change 
He still be playing them games
You can do the same thang
Girl I won't say a thang
If you don't tell, I won't tell
We gave in life, what the hell
We both want the same thang
Ain't no need to complain
When your days get lonely
When your days get lonely 
When your nights get cold 
When the rain starts pouring 
When your man ain't home 
You can call me baby 
You can let me know 
You ain't had none lately 
Lemme in your backdoor 
When your days get lonely 
When your nights get cold 
When the rain starts pouring 
When your man ain't home 
You can call me baby 
You can let me know 
You ain't had none lately 
Lemme in your backdoor 
When your days get lonely 
When your nights get cold 
When the rain starts pouring 
When your man ain't home 
You can call me baby 
You can let me know 
You ain't had none lately 
Lemme in your backdoor 
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, Leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own
Never leave me alone, leave me alone
Never leave me alone, never leave me alone
A gangsta's born every day 
So make sure that you keep it, G-A-N-G-S-T-A 
And now that I know the game 
I'll make sure that I keep it , G-A-N-G-S-T-A 
A gangsta's born every day 
So make sure that you keep it , G-A-N-G-S-T-A 
And now that I know the game 
I'll make sure that I keep it , G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Me and my homies loc
You know we kick it like every day
Me and my homies, kick it like every day
Me and my homies loc
You know we kick it like every day
Here's to my family
Here's to the ones I really love
Here's to the inmates
And that's who made Death Row #1
Here's to the foundation
And that's where, where it started from
Here's to real freedom
They tell me makin' music's fun
When you got no shackles on your feet
No matter where I go
I'm lettin' people know
No matter where you go the grass is always green
No matter what you say
You gotta' release the chains
I think it's time I set my spirit free
I pledge allegiance
To all my homies who may never
Love a ho and never will
I give my body 
And I give my soul to the funk 
May the funk, never end 
I pledge allegiance
To all my homies who may never
Love a ho and never will
I give my body
And I give my soul to the funk
May the funk, never end
All you pimp playin' hustlers, now ya know
You can't keep me out once you crack the door
Either join a team or it's best you flee
Nobody does it better than me
Nobody does it better 
One more day, one more
One more day
One more day, one more
One more day
Hangin' out with my homies
And I'm feelin' just fine
I've been ponderin' lately, lately
A lot of different things on my mind
It seems lately my friends list
Done took a slight decline
And if you wanna know the truth man, man
Them wasn't no friends of mine
That's what G Funk means to me
It's alright
That's what G Funk means to me
Ya know
Ya know
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
If I call you baby would you swing my way tonight
I got somethin' for you that I'm sure you're gonna' like
If I call you baby would you swing my way tonight
I got somethin' for you that I'm sure you're gonna' like
And we can do it all night
I bet I hit it just right
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
Just another day
 Because I got a girl, don't mean we can't talk
(Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it)
 Because I got a girl, don't mean I won't break you off (Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it)
 Because I got a girl, don't mean we can't talk
(Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it)
 Because I got a girl, don't mean I won't break you off (Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it)
 Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it
 Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it
 Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it
 Come on girl let me hit it
Meet me at the Telly that's if you’re wit' it
'Cause I have never met a girl
That I love in the whole wide world
What're ya gonna do?
When the trials come
Are ya gonna ride?
Or you gonna run?
What're ya gonna do
First I'm gonna pray
Are ya gonna
ride
?
You muthafuckin' right
First we pray, then we ride
First we pray, then we ride
First we pray, then we ride
First we pray, then we ride
She's strange and I like it
Girl when your walk you don't know what you do to me
I got game
So don't fight it
All around the world she's just a sexy girl
Strange
Listen, I'm in the club, nowhere I ain't even supposed to be
Drinking with a girl all close to me
I'm all up in the air, telling her some superfly shit she need to hear
Thinking can't nobody see us cause we in the rear
All I'm tryna do is get a number then I'm up out of here
Cause my girl ain't home, she out with a friend
Ita be just my luck this the spot they in
Not the place for her to spot me in
You know especially when I'm supposed to be at the studio
I take one step, what do I see my girl coming through the door but she don't see me
Now I'm ducking, now I'm dodging, hiding, praying to god that she don't come find me
What was I thinking of, I should have never parked my car in front of the club damn!
Ring the alarm 
Your woman has just been sighted 
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited? 
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting 
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving 
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm 
Your woman has just been sighted 
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited? 
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting 
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving 
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm 
Your woman has just been sighted 
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited? 
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting 
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving 
Ring the alarm
It seems like only yesterday
I first met you
Grey skies turned blue
I wish I knew
Why do you always hesitate?
What did I do?
All I wanna do is be with you
Baby can it go down
It's going down tonight
I'll do your body right
If you have the time
It's going down tonight
It's going down tonight
I'll do your body right
If you have the time
It's going down tonight
 For chucktailors and Converse
C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
 .. My niggas put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
 Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
 For half these dudes spittin
Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch
 Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eatin contenders
 Y'all children, I'm more original
More lyrical, plus dogg..
 For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when I'm finished
 You?? You oppose no threat
Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!
I got love
I got game cuz, the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat
I don't know
Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me
All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room
I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This ones for you
Ditty Dum, Ditty Doo
Do I like it? 
Do I mean it? 
Let me hook this double thing up
Real quick, "ILUVIT"
Pussy always make my day flows move
If I don't get me done
I have a fucked up attitude
Back off a jack off, we far
From playin' games
We some pimps, pardon bitch
No need to explain
Now look at little mama right there
She strain, suck dick and she don't even care
Man, I'm all about breaking these hoes
Shaking these hoes, make a trick
Take off here clothes
Shoot it in her nose
Money fingling, and jingling toes
Me and peep game, "I Got Pros"
Cunt love cock, and cock love cunt
I be feeling like its sex in my blunt
Hey Casey! Where Tracy at?
She said "Daddy, she in the front washin' up the 'lac"
Jumped in my shit, hit the switch, start smashin'
Headed to another spot to fuck some more asses
All my niggas like doin' the damn thing
Happy beat it up like my nigga Pootietang
Hell yeah, I love sex
Because after I'm done I'm like "NEXT!"
With my dick on hard, church to them hoes
That be fuckin' superstars!
All the ladies who like sex like I do
Come up to my room
I'm gon' give it to you
All my homies who make chips like I do
This ones for you
Ditty Dum, Ditty Doo
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty dum ditty dum
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty dum ditty dum
Dum ditty dum da dum
Ditty dum ditty dum
Ditty Dum Ditty Doo
Say it, Say it
Say it brothers
Say it, say it brothers
Wessyde!
Ditty Dum Ditty Doo
Say it bubba
Yeah, yeah yeah
Nate Dizzle, Fred Rizzle
Put the pieces to the pizzle!
I'm never gonna try to find
Another I'm just out for mine
I left so many far behind
But traces they'll never find
No, I can cover all my tracks 
Won't be nothing gettin' back to you
Now don't think that I'm being rude
Because I won't commit to you
And other women want to screw
What's a player supposed to do
So, I'll be slippin' on my hat
I won't be bringin nothing back to you
I'm just a man 
I'm just a man 
I'm just a man
I'm just a man in love
I'm just a man 
I'm just a man 
I'm just a man
I'm just a man in love
I'll bring the bag of weed
You can bring the bottle of wine
Call me whenever, we can get together
And have us a real good time
I can bring the fat ass bag of weed
I just now left the spot
You can bring the cold ass bottle of wine
And make that your first stop
I'll bring the bag of weed
You can bring the bottle of wine
Call me whenever, we can get together
And have us a real good time
There she goes
The kind of girl that I wanted always
My favorite pro
Feminine but she got gangsta ways
I thought you should know
The way I want it, I get it that way
Can't stand it no more
Nobody does it better than she
The first time I ever saw her
I couldn't look her in her face
I tried hard to ignore her
But I couldn't walk away
When I finally got the courage
I couldn't think of what to say
To make a long story shorter
I better bust a different way
I was at the park one day, that's when I saw her face
She was kinda cavi to me
Had some nigga hanging on, I sent that busta home
And now she ridin' with me
THERE SHE GOES!!!
There she goes
The kind of girl that I wanted always
My favorite pro
Feminine but she got gangsta ways
I thought you should know
The way I want it, I get it that way
Can't stand it no more
Nobody does it better than she
Don't you wanna come with me to Dogg Pound Gangstaville?
We can give you what you need in Dogg Pound Gangstaville
Don't you wanna come with me to Dogg Pound Gangstaville?
We can give you what you need in Dogg Pound Gangstaville
Don't you wanna come with me to Dogg Pound Gangstaville?
We can give you what you need in Dogg Pound Gangstaville
Don't you wanna come with me to Dogg Pound Gangstaville?
We can give you what you need in Dogg Pound Gangstaville
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, you know what I'd do
Buy me a spaceship and a condo on the moon
If this were my world, I'd have a low low crew
We'd go roll your hood and do what gangstas do
If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
If this were my world, my world
If this were my world, If this were my world
Now life for me, life for me
Livin on the streets, on the streets
Used to be, hectic, scandalous, scandalous
The people I meet, people I meet
When I'm on these streets, on these streets
They can be, crazy, and dangerous, and dangerous
When you're broke as you can be
And you're on them streets
You have to be, cunning, homey
Keep your hand, keep your hand
On the Hardest Man,
hardest man
Or you may be, a dead man
Crazy, dangerous
Crazy, dangerous
Crazy, dangerous
Crazy, dangerous
Craa-azy, dangerous
Craa-azy, dangerous
Craa-azy, dangerous
Craa-azy, dangerous
Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk?
Tell me have you ever heard?
Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk?
Tell me have you ever heard?
Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk?
Tell me have you ever heard?
Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk?
Tell me have you ever heard?
Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
I gonna make
I'm gonna make my money 
I gonna make
I'm gonna make my money 
I gonna make
I'm gonna make my money 
I gonna make
I'm gonna make my money 
I can't hold back I feel like something's going on
It's been a week and we keep walkin' round like nothing's wrong
Maybe I should just pack my shit and just move along
And I swear that I can't understand why
Sometimes you like leaving
And sometimes for no reason
One day you just stop believing
But this time you're gon' see, when I'm gone
Love don't love nobody
Love don't come for free
And if you love somebody
Remember the time, when we was in Mamma's bed with no clothes on?
We was O so wrong!
And nobody could tell us shit because — back then we thought that we were inseparable
And now it's just so easy, to watch you go
No more confrontations
No more constant pages
I'm sick and tired of always changing faces
Oooh! And it seemed like a life-time
But I think it's the right time for me and you to leave it alone
Love don't love nobody
Love don't come for free
And if you love somebody
You know what's wrong
You, need to take your bad ass home
It's never too late, to go back
To where you come from, oh homie
It's never too late, to go back
To where you come from, mmm
I will lift my voice
And forever sing
Music gives me joy
May we always reign
And if I lose my way
May my family place
A foot where I can taste
A bittersweet embrace
You know what's wrong
You, need to take your bad ass home
It's never too late, to go back
To where you come from, oh homie
It's never too late, to go back
To where you come from, mmm
Did it all, the love
Did it all, the dolla dolla 
Trying to get that paper, everything gon' be alright
Pull off them capers, fucking up my whole life
Got me a girlfriend, But the bitch wouldn't act right
Got rid of my girlfriend, party party all night 
Dolla dolla bill, they call him dolla
Love, puppy love
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Love, puppy love
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Sometimes I sit and think of how I used to be
Before I got converted to a D-O-double G
I'd like to thank that girl from way back in the days
'Cause if it weren't for you I wouldn't pimp this way
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Puppy love, call it what you want, biatch
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Love, puppy love
Woah ohh oh oh
Woah ohh oh oh
Woah ohh oh oh
People, where are you going?
People, where are you going?
Everybody wants to play the game
But nobody wants to lose
I see my people die every day
That's why I sing the blues
Now tell me who wants to roll with me
Take a look at my world
I see some problems
Maybe you can help me solve them
Turn boys to men
And make women from girls
I see my loved ones turning to drugs
Almost every day I lose another one
Where are you going? I ask you one and all
Anyone can answer
I betcha' they don't know
People, where are you going?
People, where are you going?
What if I could save my nation?
What if I could save my friends?
If I had the whole worlds attention
What if people were really listening?
I would tell them that I'm no good without them
I would tell them together we can stand
Another message to brothers, colors bother
I'd introduce them to the hardest man in town
Somebody tell me please
People, where are you going?
People, where are you going?
People, where are you going?
People, where are you going?
]
Where are you going? I ask you one and all
Anyone can answer
I betcha' they don't know
Where are you going? I ask you one and all
Anyone can answer
I betcha' they don't know
Where are you going? I ask you one and all
Anyone can answer
I betcha' they don't know
Where are you going? I ask you one and all
Anyone can answer
I betcha' they don't know
: Nate Dogg]
Be Thankfuuuuul 
Be Thankfuuuuul 
Be Thankfuuuuul
Be Thankful for the gifts you receive! 
Fa la la la la la laaaa fa lalalalaaaa
Fa la la la la la laaaa fa lalalalaaaa 
Fa la la la la la laaaa fa lalalalaaaa 
Be Thankful for the gifts your receive 
I need me a bitch, with some big old thighs
I need me a fine ass mothafuckin' bitch with
some pretty ass eyes
I need me a bitch, like I need some cash
I need me a bitch so I can floss that ho and make my ex mad
I need me a bitch, ain't no need to lie
I need me a bitch so when I do some dirt she be my alibi
I need me a bitch,
like I need a 6-4
I need me a bitch that'll shine my rims up and open my door
I need me a bitch, who is all of that
I need me a bitch cause I'm a fly ass mothafuckin' nigga who was born to mac
I need me a bitch, like neva before
I need me a bitch and I couldn't care less if the bitch is yours
I need me a bitch
I gotta fuck wit cheeks, got a house up on the beach
Everyweek she call me just to beat up the peach
'Til she reach a climax, scratches on my back
Hit it from the back, baby told me she like that
Infact, you the first one to make it feel right
I knew she wasn't lyin', knew the cat was real tight
And afta tonight, you gone remember me
Armed Robbery, put my love up there where your liver be 
I told her never speak on me 
'Less ya want your burnt out friends ta creep wit' me, go ta sleep wit me
I hit her frequently, take them women off the chain
Can duck game, eva see the bitches run the train 
It ain't the same , afta I knock it out the frame
You wonder why just now ya start gettin' brain
I knock 'em out, pull chickens wit'out a doubt, fo' clout
Ask Nate Dizzal what I'm all about
I need me a bitch 
I need me a bitch 
I need me a bitch, who ain't hard ta please
I need me a fine ass mothafuckin' bitch with some sored up knees
I need me a bitch, who ain't scared ta flirt
I need me a bitch in the middle of the grocery store she'll lift up her skirt
I need me a bitch, like I need my crew
I need me a bitch to pass on to my boys soon as I get through
I need me a bitch, this I can't deny 
I need me a bitch I love when she wallin' out cause she still look fly 
I need me a bitch, and a Coup Deville
I need me a bitch a car with a big back seat so I can make her squeal
I need me a bitch, like I need a drink
Bitch who can hold her breathe real good, its either swim or sink bitch
I, I, I, I need a bitch
I, I, I, I need a bitch
I, I, I, I need a bitch
I, I, I, I need a bitch
Almost in love
Almost in love
Almost in love
Almost in love
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I'm stormin' with lead showers
And I'm murderous,
common is formerly Nastradamous
I'm goin' for the top regardless
Pretty Boy Floyd,
the rotten tooth king
Ghosts of my dead friends linger
I toast to you lover, blunts lit, wish I was hittin'
Cock back, four pound, let six in the air
Rock that raw sound, gettin' wet to this year
Cause of the projects Hannibal Lec,
hand on my tec
In front the White House, my ice out demandin' respect
Braveheartin' to the grave darlin' wavin' my sterling
From out the black Bentley it's off, spray till y'all fallin'
East to West Coast ballin'
Nate Dogg, Nas, and Kurupt, liven it up, dimes in the cut
Sizin' us up, y'all wanna fuck, gin and tonic my cup
And we live the good life,
still chronic it up
I think she's tryin' to hide it
I know she's so excited
Time for some bump and grindin'
I think she wants to ride it
You think I'm tryin' to hide it
You think I'm so excited
Well boy I can't deny it
Allthough I'm tryin' to fight it 
Listen up baby, I'm a lieutenant
And me and Nate Dogg will shake y'all in a minute
If we ain't gettin' in it, it's a done deal
Another spot to feel, runnin' the mill
I keep my rubber, you stay on a pill
Rockin', non stoppin', keep lockin'
In the bed got the headboard knockin'
I like a chick that'll do what she feel
Whatever you do girl don't get drunk
Already used a bad excuse once
She fillin' up better grab her damn cup
She gonna find Hennessy ain't no punk
Showin' out just to get what she wants
Don't even drink girl hear it this one
I know you smoke so you don't need to front
Nate dogg about to beat this thang up
I think she's tryin' to hide it
I know she's so excited
Time for some bump and grindin'
I think she wants to ride it
You think I'm tryin' to hide it
You think I'm so excited
Well boy I can't deny it
Allthough I'm tryin' to fight it 
I think she's tryin' to hide it 
You think I'm tryin' to hide it 
I know she's so excited 
Allthough I'm tryin' to fight it 
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I, but the rain keeps comin' down
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I, but the rain keeps comin' down
Lately I've been feelin' like givin' up 
The pain inside makes me wanna reach out and touch
Someone, anyone who feels that I ain't been hurt enough
You best duck or get stuck
'Cause man I been hurtin' for months
No more, no more, no more, no more
I've been hurtin' a while
No more, no more, no more, no more
And I don't wanna hurt no more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Don't wanna hurt no more
But the rain keeps comin' down
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I, but the rain keeps comin' down
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I don't wanna hurt no more
I, but the rain keeps comin' down
{Ludacris}
9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8
2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4, 2-8-1
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
3-1-8, 6-0-1, 2-0-3
8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0
7-0-8, 5-0-2, Hoes in different area codes
Know that, southern hoe-spitality, northern ex-hoe-sure
I'll bring the bag of weed
You can bring the bottle of wine
Call me whenever, we can get together
And have us a real good time
I'll bring the bag of weed
You can bring the bottle of wine
Call me whenever, we can get together
And have us a real good time
I'll bring the bag of weed
You can bring the bottle of wine
Call me whenever, we can get together
And have us a real good time
See as I say it, something about the power of the pussy
It even breaks gangstaz down
Bitch tricked me out of my playaz license
A dirty hoe's draws
That was the cause of it all
A dirty hoe's draws
That was the cause of it all
A dirty hoe's draws
That was the cause of it all
A dirty hoe's draws
That was the cause of it all
I'll get over you
I gotta get over you
Before I've been a fool
I gotta get over you
Dirty hoe's draws
I'll get over you
I gotta get over you
Before I've been a fool, Dirty hoe's draws
I gotta get over you
Dirty hoe's draws
I'll get over you
I gotta get over you
Before I've been a fool, Dirty hoe's draws
I gotta get over you
Dirty hoe's draws
Another sad story
I only call when I'm horny
But she acts like we kick all day
Another short story
Already gave you a warning
A one night stand homie look what I've done
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I like that ass, so back it up 
If the boys start acting up
Give them what they want 
What they want 
They want 
They want  Hey Oh)
You know all day we be givin' it up 
Big drawers, Big Dreams, we be livin' it up
Give them, what we want. 
Won't stop now, we'll never stop  Hey Oh)
 Heeey Ohhh, Hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh, hey oh
Ey yo Nate, that bad girl ain't Platinum, she a Diamond to me
She got a car door that open, ninety degrees
Or how 'bout them women, that's outdoor 'til the mail come
First of the month, they toes and nails done
Workin' three jobs just to feed her children
And to fuck me on the beach at Hedonism
She smoke like I do, ride like I ride
She's that bad girl that'll ride 'til I die
Fool, nigga, say ya seen what?
Bad girls all gettin' stuck in here
Yo, bad girls, they gettin' stuck in here
Yo, these bad girls gettin' stuck in here
Bad Girls 
Bad Girls 
Bad Girls 
Bad Girls 
The game is to be sold, not told
The tattletale will always be broke
You live and learn, just live by the code
If you, don't already know
That's what it takes now
Raise the stakes now
Don't be fake now
Keep it real 
]
I'm gon' treat this game 
Like I beat this game 
Won't leave this game 
Round and round we go 
Round and round we gooooooo
Round and round we go
Round and round
What goes up  must come down
What goes round  comes back around
Stronger lover  it can not be found
Why do we  keep on goin round and round and round
In and out 
Girl I love the way you sex me without doubt
The way you scream and shout! 
Almost makes me explode just thinkin about it
The way you call my name 
Can easily make me forget all my woes
So I won't complain 
I'll be careful not to step on nobody's toes
]
Round and round makin me dizzy
And we can be how we used to be
We used to talk but we hardly speak
I wanna stay but you're pushing me
Round, and, rouuuuuuuuund
Round and round and round, round and rouuuuund
Round, and, rouuuuuuuuund
Round and round and round, round and rouuuuund
All night 
Guard:
Right this way, ma'am. Lockdown's on the other side of this cafeteria here, just stick close to me. Anybody looks at you strange, you just let me know, OK?
Woman:
OK
Guard:
Hold on a second. Y'all just shut the Hell up. You want a 115 be a lockdown all week? Yeah, that's what I thought. Right this way, ma'am. It's right this way. Welcome to Death Row, This is the last stop for all the scum of the Earth. These people ain't worth a damn in here. Oh, here's your guy's vacation spot right here. Step right in
Woman:
By myself?
Guard:
Aww, don't worry about it, we always keep chains on these Death Row boys and plus I'll be right outside here
Woman:
Mr. Nate Dogg, may I call you Nate? I just wanna ask you a few questions, do you mind if I record this conversation?
Nate:
No, I don't mind at all
Woman:
I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but I'm a pretty big fan of yours and I've been following your career since you were sentenced to Death Row
Nate:
Right
Woman:
And I've noticed a lot of people starting to jump on the G-Funk bandwagon, um...
Nate:
Haha, that's right
Woman:
...proclaiming to be from the G-Funk generation. How would you like to address that?
Nate:
Well, you gotta do what you gotta do to eat
Woman:
Hehe, Nate, I hope no offense is taken by this next statement, but it doesn't look like you'll be around much longer and in my opinion, when you're gone, it's going to be very difficult to ever get the true meaning of G-Funk. So as a last request for the millions of people who love and respect your music, could you please give us the true definition of G-Funk?
Just in case you didn't know, I blow 
Constantly for dough
I'm sittin' next to my heat 
Fuck peace, as I listen to the beat
We came to rock your body,
ding ding dong
We came to rock your body, all night long
We came to rock your body, ding ding dong
We came to rock your body, until we go
Way back in the days when the hottest thang was Jherri curls
When you could always spot a gangsta
By the way his hair outgrew his girl's
There lived a little boy who wore khakis every day
He never would be broke he swore, always to get paid
Up jump the boogie the bang the bang boogie
Got them same ol' gangsta ways
Up jump the boogie the bang the bang boogie
And I ain't the one to get played
Who's playin' games? Man I really hope you burn
Who's playin' games? When I'm gonna get my turn
Who's playin' games? I don't wanna be left out
Who's playin' games? You playin'
You know we do it just cause we can - just cause we can
Nate Dogg and Timbaland  God damn~!
Smooth like Silky Slim 
Twenty-fo' inch rims, they still spin - it's a God damn shame
It's the only way to roll; only way to roll 
Strapped up and 'bout to go - way too cold 
Nobody does it like we does 
But it's gon be what it is, what it was 
I don't care what those other people say 
I shall remain a Dogg Pound Gangster the rest of my days
And when them silly-ass women get to standin in my face
 They all in my face
I give 'em what they came here for and send 'em on their way
It's a God damn shame!
This is dedicated to the niggas that was
really
down from day one
*Cell door opens*
So much for Death Row
I pledge allegiance, to all my homies
Who may never love a hoe, and never will
I give my body and I give my soul
To the funk may the funk never end
]
These days, you gotta be strapped
I'm already knowin ain't nobody got my back
These days you gotta be down
Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
As cold as can be
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
As cold as can be
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
As cold as can be
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
Stone cold baby
As cold as can be
Hey let's party y'all
All I wanna do is have a good time
Tonight it's goin' down
Hey just roll it up
It don't matter who's at the party
Somebody's leavin' with me
Hey let's party y'all
All I wanna do is have a good time
Tonight it's goin' down
Hey just roll it up
It don't matter who's at the party
Somebody's leavin' with me
I ain't never gon' tell
I won't tell your boyfriend 
I won't tell your boyfriend 
 
Ridin' in my car
And I'm listenin' to the radio
I'm listenin' to a sad girl sing
Sing about how she got her heart broke
People reachin' for stars
I just want me somethin' natural
When you're alone, it gets mighty cold
Don't act as if you did not know
She let me play with her heart
I'm workin' late, I said, "I'll soon be home"
All the while the girl was home alone
Let me tell what she cryin' for
Right back where you are
Where you arrrrrre
Right back where you are
Where you arrrrrre
Oh God where you are
Right back where you are
Where you are, where you are
Right back where you are...
Right back where you arrrre
Right back where you are
Bitch you said you love me, but you could never show it
Bitch I gave you money and all you do is blow it
The truth is what I'm sayin' and bitch you really know it
Bitch you said you love me, but you could never show it
Bitch I gave you money and all you do is blow it
The truth is what I'm sayin' and bitch you really know it
Heyy..
Sometimes I wanna spend the day
Alone without nobody, nobody
Even lovers need a holiday
Sometimes you gotta get away, from everybody
Niggas be talking shit like they got the gift
Trying to keep up with the Jones's the Yester Smith
Like a stick shift switch fast on a fag, rucate rap, style ran up the ass
I'm a give you a pass cause I now that you'sa bitch
But next time you trip I'm a prepare the big ditch
And you and a punk should call you're team
I ran the machine named you off the team
You live in a dream nigga picking you to pieces
One tech shot leave your crop in love pieces
So recognize royalty, poetry in motion, roast MC's like chronic bud leafs
Nothing but thugs and G's when I come around
Mess around put you in a hospital gown
You'sa clown, you're sound you're whole shit's plain
It all sound the same, nigga you need game
I got game, more game then you can ever conceive
I don't play, better not be playing with me
I got hoes  all around the world 
I'm so tight, just pass me the Hennessy
Here's a story about a man
An everyday man
A man with a dream
To be the head of state,  
Priest:
Heavenly Father, I bow before you today to ask you to forgive this man for his sins. For it was you who said, Father, "For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Oh Lord, grant him a pass into your kingdom, into your kingdom, Father. Give him the strength to walk through The Valley of Death, directly into your arms. In Jesus name pray, Amen
Guard:
Alright, let's go
Prisoner 1:
Hey dog, that's fucked up what you doin' to Nate, man. Y'all ass will never get me like that
Prisoner 1:
You ain't seen nothin' yet
Prisoner 2:
Hey Nate, stay up dogg
Prisoner 1:
Yeah
Prisoner 2:
I'll see you soon
Prisoner 1:
You sure will
Prisoner 3:
Save me a spot up there Nate
Guard:
Right. Be sure to smile for the camera. Excuse me, move to the side, move to the side. Right this way, come on, move out, move out, move out. Alright, hold on, let's get these chains off of him. Have a seat. Yeah, you ain't got One More Day no more, do ya? Just sit on back and relax. It'll be over real soon. Well son, nothin' left to do now. You got any last words?
Nate:
Yeah, I got some last words
Oh no, they call me Nate Dogg
Game don't wait
but
the girls all pause
Bitch please, fall down to your knee
Keep That lovin' coming don't you take your love from me
Oh no, , look at who they let in the backdoor
Long Beach California but I think they already know
Same team, , D-O-Double-G
Still roll with my doggs and yeah my doggs still roll with me
Maintain, ,
chiddy chiddy bang bang
Busy chasin' paper tryin' to fill my house up with grain
Lame dames, , always fuck with my brain
I can find another women you can find another somebody like...
Don't you wish you have you somebody
Don't you wish you could find you somebody
Don't you wish you have you somebody
Don't you wish you find you somebody like...me
She's a wild thing, kind of girl you can't change
You don't want to meet her father they say Lucifer's his name
She's strange, 
, really hard to explain
Can't get caught up in this madness, can't get caught all up in this game
Bitch please, , fall down to your knee
Been around the movie baby you can blow on me
Ain't right, , I think you gonna be done at this time
If i'm not gettin' sex I think this time we're sayin' goodnight
I'm from Dogg Pound California where they always keep good smoke
Seed of Mississippi and I'm doin' this one for my folk
Homey, if you dissin' listenin' you might fucked around and get choked
I hoped you paid attention cause I won't be back no more
 - 4X
(Somebody like me, somebody like me, somebody like me, somebody like me
Somebody like... somebody like me) {*echoes*}
I'm never gonna try to find
Another I'm just out for mine
I left so many far behind
But traces they'll never find
No, I can cover all my tracks 
Won't be nothing gettin back to you
Now dont think that I'm being rude
Because I won't commit to you
And other women want to screw
Whats a player supposed to do
So, I'll be slippin on my hat
I won't be bringin nothing back to you
 x2
I'm just a man 
I'm just a man 
I'm just a man
I'm just a man in love
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this
Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
Let me teach you the game man, homie wit' this
When he rockin' ya brain man, gimme a visit
Let me show you the ropes loc, would she be missin'
Goin' to smoke you some endo, we keep it pimpin'
Niggas playin' that hate game, we keep it pimpin'
Niggas movin' that weight man, we keep it pimpin'
Bitches shakin' that thang man, we keep it pimpin'
Got one comin' wit' me man,
I got love
I got love for my niggas who be watchin' my back
No I ain't got love for hoes who play them games
You can check my gangsta files
I been putting in work since 1985
Got an angel by my side
All my demons always beggin' me to ride
Uh, now ever since rappa's had riches, Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sisters, veins poppin' out like shrimp, lobster
A-Town mobster, garage full of 6's, what can I say?
If something don't smell right, what can I spray?
Tech-9 incense, say for instance
See you in the distance, hit 'em in an instant
We so crummy, countin' mo' money
But stay strapped up like crash test dummies
Put 3 to your tummy, 2 to your throat
And bulletproof cars, we ride like the pope
Just in case, you don't make it home
You better super glue grip the chrome
Cause you was talkin' that yap and got put in the bed
Now it's a frog in ya throat like Ms. Piggy givin' head
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta' gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
Never been no mystery
Never took no shit and always got my thang
Just you're beautiful face alone
It's what I'm thinking while I'm puffin' in a zone
So I call just to see if it's on
Tick, tock when I clock she ready to bone
Allnight until the early morn
Wake up baby girl I'm takin' you home
In fact get in back of the escalade
You won't track like that it's time to get paid 
I got these freaky hoes
Clapping they hands, stomping they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimping bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays to be
Let me drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave your boy the head and said don't let nobody know
A bonafide pro, I had to grab the ho
She got freaky in your sixty-four, I skeeted in her throat
Been knowing the ho for four days, pimpin repays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote'
They be beeping me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiending, they on the nuts
But bitch, I'm out your pussy when I nut, fo' real
Xxplosive
It's 15 minutes to 5
Matter of fact
Four forty four
My cars' parked right outside
Don't have far to go
I knew this as a one night stand
What I didn't know
She kicked her boyfriend out
And who moved in next door
I'm digging long in her guts
And i don't know if you ever done this or not mister
But you never put no cologne on your nuts
And I normally don't
But I even come back in the third of efforts
And the first thing she always say
When I walk at the door is
'My neck hurts'
Panties on the bathroom floor
And the thought that went through my mind was
'You dirty little fucking whore'
Now fuck that now is a thug turn
Ripped her panties off that muthafucka ass
Spin her around and see them rug burns
Fucked the bitch so good she couldn't blink
Finally lifted my head up
Looked at the kitchen
This nigga's by the fucking kitchen sink
And I ain't gonna lie
I wanted to run outta there like 59 West
I said 'Man she just sucked my dick'
He said 'I know, she gonna suck mine next'
 x8
Something about the way you
The way that you love me
It's got me twisted
 x2
It's 15 minutes to 5
Matter of fact
Four forty four
My cars' parked right outside
Don't have far to go
I knew this as a one night stand
What I didn't know
She kicked her boyfriend out
And who moved in next door
This game right here is rough as fuck
These hoes out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five years I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here, so what the fuck
It's a Gangsta Nation if you in you a G
And the whole world influence by the
C in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers, you don't ball like me
'
Cuz I'm really from the gang ya'll is industr
y
And while I'm servin' up and comin' young hustlers and cluckers
Bangin' for the hood causin' havic and ruckus
You fools actin' label kissin' up ass suckers
And your trick solder down when you piss muthafucka
One thing I do know I ain't the uno
Big puno rap sumo on pruno
I'd like to thank the congregation
In my affiliation to the Gangsta Nation
I'm hard on them, yeah, I'm ruthless
You like a sick pussy, nigga you useless
You know the side trick, better get up on it
'Cuz it must be a single with Nate Dogg singin' on it
Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na nna na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
Look, check this out man
We got a Gangsta Nation goin' down over here
So ya'll might as well say fuck it and join this Westside thang man
Cause once you get with this nigga
You as G as can muthakuckin' be, believe' that homeboy
It's like that, Fred Red, what I'd tell you homey
It ain't a hit till Nate Dogg spit
This game right here is rough as fuck
These hoes out here about the bucks
These fools out here afraid to bust
I have no fear, afraid of what
And in five years I'm comin' up
Fools talk real loud but don't run up
When we come through they'd run it up
We still right here, so what the fuck
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Yo, it don't matter where you from
Not knowing not where you been
Can't go to sleep a child expect to wake a man
Yo, life is a lesson niggas who don't study
End up failing test and blame it on me
But see Sheist only gets what he claiming to be
A real quiet motherfucker with his heart in the streets
Hot in these beats, flow sell a lot in a week
So even Billboard couldn't drop my highest of peaks
I'm with the breaks so you knowin' what they saying to me
I'm impressed how many people end up hating on me
Like a disease Shade hittin' wit' a new vaccine
I leave 'em comatose falling asleep
Real talk
Real thangs
Real people
Wake up
C'mon
Dance with me, baby girl
Dance with me, baby girl
C'mon
Dance with me, baby girl
Dance with me, baby girl
Man I was dancing
Prancing, laughing, bouncing, swinging
Moving, grooving 'cause the music's booming
Macking, tryna get some action, packing
Acting, manish, drinking
Tweaking, winking, peeping
Seeking a freak for the evening
Really feeling way too horny
Reaking from the weed I'm token
Choking, smoking, real doping, hoping
My nights wide open
Knowing that my girl's at home
Snoring, boring, ignoring
Warning that my girl was coming
Sudden mood interruption
Busted my girl's in the club
Ring the alarm
Your woman has just been sighted
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited?
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lightning
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving
Ring the alarm
Headed, top speed for the exit
Damnit don piece can't grab it
Habit like chasing my cabbage
Magic, time to disappear fast with
This chick, who I slept last week with
Real trick, I like her 'cause she real slick
Let's dip, I don't care who you came with
No lip, got no time for some bullshit
She went, that she all in the backpen
Time spent, now it's time to hit the pavement
Two sense, got no time for your comments
Don't trip, do you know where my girl went?
Ring the alarm
Your woman has just been sighted
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited?
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving
Ring the alarm
Listen, I'm in the club
No where I ain't even suppose to be
Drinking with a girl all close to me
I'm all up in the air
Telling her some superfly shit she need to hear
Thinking can't nobody see us, 'cause we in the rear
All I'm tryna do is get a number then I'm up out of here
'Cause my girl ain't home, she out with a friend
Ita be just my luck this the spot they in
Not the place for her to spot me in
You know specially when I'm suppose to be at the studio
I take one step, what do I see my girl
Coming threw the door but she don't see me
Now I'm ducking, now I'm dodgeing
Hiding, praying to God that she don't come find me
What was I thinking of, I should of never
Parked my car in front of the club damn
Ring the alarm
Your woman has just been sighted
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited?
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Your woman has just been sighted
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited?
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Your woman has just been sighted
Ring the alarm
How'd she get in if she wasn't invited?
Ring the alarm
She's headed this way like lighting
Ring the alarm
I'm not tryna be ducking and diving
Ring the alarm
]
See me, man, I'm nothin' like you
Got the kind of swagger that you ain't used to
Leanin' in my ride, four-fifth cocked, bangin'
Me, I'm ridin' by you on the corner, block slangin'
Livin' that boss's life
Girls come runnin' when they see me comin'
Livin' that boss's life
You can have anything, just don't touch my money
This is for the West and the East and the Dirty South
Khakis and the Timbs and them **** with the platinum mouths
Thinkin' that they blessed by the actions that be comin' out
When you in Magic City, you be carryin' a lot of clout
But trickin' ain't the route, that's even if you got it
There's a method to you holdin' it when they can't do without it
Just put thе key up in it, ****, if she 'bout it
You can have hеr and her partner, **** with it for a dollar
If she a baller, she gon' ride with a shot caller
Roll with the Boss Dogg in the back of a blue Impala
And if she follow, then she gon' ****
All the game you got to give her, be a different **** tomorrow
But I would never bother breakin' out the Doggfather
'Less I knew that she was 'bout him, havin' diamonds on his collar
I'm just an author, spreadin' game to my partners
Walkin' on the blue carpet with the Doctor
See me, man, I'm nothin' like you
Got the kind of swagger that you ain't used to
Leanin' in my ride, four-fifth cocked, bangin'
Me, I'm ridin' by you on the corner, block slangin'
Livin' that boss's life
Girls come runnin' when they see me comin'
Livin' that boss's life
You can have anything, just don't touch my money
From a world of poverty to the front page of magazines 
Ooh, we bosses 
Torn shoes on my feet to ridin' 'round in limousines 
Ooh, we bosses 
You know the name of the crew
You know the aim is to **** you in the mansion
With a Magnum with a night pass to the matinée
 Obie came to party, you better ask somebody
Shake that **** for me, shake that **** for me
Come on girl, shake that **** for me, shake that **** for me
Ohh girl, shake that **** for me, shake that **** for me
Come on girl, shake that **** for me, shake that **** for me
Shady
Subscribe my channel.
There's a party going on 
'Til the break of dawn 
D-O double-G 
Nate D-O double-G 
There's a party going on 
Bring all your friends
Bring a case of St Ides
That's how you're getting in 
Homies having fun 
That's how it is
When you're living in the Beach 
The best place to live 
So if you're over 21 
Don't hesitate
Bring a hundred of your friends
And make sure they bring their case
Got a legacy
Got to make a top flight
Shinin' on me
Time to grab the spotlight
Got a legacy
Got to make a top flight
Shinin' on me
Time to grab the spotlight
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
Ah!
'Cause I'm the son of a G
Daddy was a mafioso
No joke, made me
A real pro, bro
G up from the floor to the sky
No joke
And you can see it in his eyes
Daddy told me
"You gotta get that paper"
"And keep that third eye open for them haters"
That's why I be
The way that I be
My daddy told me to keep the s***
G
Got a legacy
Got to make a top flight
Shinin' on me
Time to grab the spotlight
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
'Cause I'm the son of a G
The seventh letter
Nobody does it better
The seventh letter
Nobody does it better
The seventh letter
Nobody does it better
I, pledge allegiance
To all my homies who may never
Love a ho and never will
I, give my body
And I give my soul to the funk
May the funk, never end
I pledge allegiance, to paper chasers
To hustlers who be steady pullin' capers
Peace and blessing
May the sun always shine on you
I'm servin' paper, see you later
I guess that's one mo' thing, I can't be faited
You can test me, get discombobulated
Ain't no question I'm gonna fuck with this
I do it for the funk of it
I, pledge allegiance
To all my homies who may never
Love a ho and never will
I, give my body
And I give my soul to the funk
May the funk, never end
I pledge allegiance to my homies who keep it gangsta
Fuck all the haters they can't stop this groove
I pledge allegiance to the game 'cause it got me ballin'
Game don't wait so I'm not stallin'
I'm still dissin', she's still callin'
See this is front line, no turnin' back now
I'm about to score, this is war on the track now
Give me my vest and my ammo and my mac now
I'm 'bout to spit it, and Lord
I'm a get it in the worst way
Slay, competition move the opposition
Back wake the fuck up 'cause when I get beyond enemy lines
I might snipe that ass like john Kennedy's mind
Thou shall not get caught, that's the remedy
Disinfect gun wounds on my last bottle of Hennessey
Bleed to let the seeds remember my memories
It's killed or be killed here son that's the penalty
Ride for the funk, cry for the funk
In the heat of night, I die for the funk
Pharaoh, when I'm six feet deep there's no greivin'
Salute the noblest troop and pledge allegiance 'cause
I, pledge allegiance
To all my homies who may never
Love a ho and never will
I give my body
And I give my soul to the funk
May the funk, never end
I, pledge allegiance
To all my homies who may never
Love a ho and never will
I, give my body
And I give my soul to the funk
May the funk
Right this way, ma'am. Lockdowns on the other side of this cafeteria here. Just stick close to me
Anybody looks at you strange, you just let me know, OK?
OK
Hold on a second. Y'all just shut the Hell up. You want a 115 be a lockdown all week?
Yeah, that's what I thought. Right this way, ma'am. It's right this way. Welcome to Death Row
This is the last stop for all the scum of the Earth
These people ain't worth a damn in here
Oh, here's your guys vacation spot right here
Step right in
By myself?
Aww, don't worry about it, we always keep chains on these Death Row boys and plus I'll be right outside here
Mr. Nate Dogg, may I call you Nate? I just wanna ask you a few questions, do you mind if I record this conversation?
No, I don't mind at all
I don't know if you're aware of this or not, but I'm a pretty big fan of yours and I've been following your career since you were sentenced to Death Row
Right
And I've noticed a lot of people trying to jump on the G-Funk bandwagon, um...
Haha, that's right
...proclaiming to be from the G-Funk generation. How would you like to address that?
Well, you gotta do what you gotta do to eat
Hehe, Nate, I hope no offense is takin by this next statement, but it doesn't look like you'll be around much longer and in my opinion when you're gone, it's going to be very difficult to ever get the true meaning of G-Funk. So as a last request for the millions of people who love and respect your music, could you please give us the true definition of G-Funk
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
(
My niggas gots to do what they gotta do
)
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
(
To get through, know what I'm sayin'?
)
Cash rules everything around me
(
Because you can't just get by no more
)
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
(
Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down
)
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Yeah, yeah
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah
First things first, man, you're fuckin' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fuckin' nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit is packed jam
You can't slam,
don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin'
Ason Unique rollin' with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rollin' with a stash, ain't sayin' cash
Bite my style, I'll bite your motherfuckin' ass
For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again,
catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes
Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
Feelin' mad hostile, wearing Aeropostale
Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll,
then attack the globe with the buckus style
The ruckus
, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be
Comin' around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
For tryna blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got
short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors,
they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the meanin' of dope
When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap
That's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
Many of the victim families save their ashes
A million names on walls, engraved in plaques
Those who went back received penalties for the acts
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn'
Those who stray, niggas get slayed on the song
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard
93 million miles away from
Came one to represent the Nation
This is a gathering of the masses
That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel Irief takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
Yo, yo, yo, fuck that!
Look at all these crab niggas laid back
Lamping like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a navy green salamander fiend
Bitches overheard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in '81
Sound convincing, thousand dollar cork-pop convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
It's me, black Noble Drew Ali, came in threes
We like the Genovese, sazon season these degrees
It's Earth, 93 million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz
A-yo, that's amazing
Gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my man child walk
Swift notarizer, Blue-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank visor, word tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat, God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God substantiala
Max mostly, undivided then slide in sickening
Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?!
In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack!
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?!
Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats!
Speakin' of the Devil, psych!
No, it's the God, get ya shit right!
Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit
You reneged, tried again, and got blasted
Half-mastered-ass style, mad ruff task
When I struck, I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack!
That night, yo I was hittin' like a spiked bat!
Until you thought I was bugged out and crazy
Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs
So, grab your eight-plus-one, start flippin' and trippin'
Niggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son
Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!
Wu! Tang! Wu! Ta-a-ang!
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity?
It's the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya
We have an APB on an MC Killa!
Looks like the work of a Masta
Evidence indicates that his stature
Merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture
The flow changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie, paralysin' the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
And injure any motherfuckin' contender!
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?!
In the front! In the back! Killa Beez on attack!
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?!
Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats!
And immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
Toad style is immensely strong
And immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
When it's properly used
The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
[Outro: RZA, Ghostface Killah &
Method Man
​]
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
Your soul have just been tooken
Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break loose, and trample shit, while I stomp
A mudhole in that ass 'cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back *swish*
Givin' bystanders heart attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me, who is him?
I blow up his fuckin' prism, make it a vicious act of terrorism
You wanna bring it, so fuck it, come on and bring the ruckus!
And I provoke niggas to kick buckets
I'm wettin' cream,
I ain't wettin' fame
Who sellin' 'caine? I'm givin' out a deadly game
It's not the Russian, it's the Wu-Tang crushin' roulette
Slip up and get fucked like Suzette
Bring da fuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!
“En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style.”
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on!
So, bring it on, nigga!
 Is he is he is he dead?
Yo, God, what's up, God? It's the God, God, word is bond
Yo, what's up? I'm ready to fuckin' lay…
I'm ready to get busy, God, what's up?
Yo, let's go do what we got…
What's up, yo?
Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
Yo, we out or what, man?
It's the God, God, fuck that, man
You sayin' we out?
They probably took the tape
What the fuck?
Nigga still sweatin' the tape, man
What the fuck is you talkin' about? Get the fuck outta here!
Fuckin' corn!
Good Morning Vietnam!
Yeah, good morning
To all you motherfuckin' knotty-headed niggas
Word to the camouflage large niggas
Bitch, where the fuck is my bottle?
Bring that fuckin' meth in here!
Yo, yo, yo
Now we gonna drink some good Night train
Yo, yo, yo, yo!
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack ya like a pit, then, lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
But givin' you more and more like "Ding!"
Nah, shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flippin' what? Murder one phat tracks, aight?
I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock, 'cause I rock your head to bed
Just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, goin' to war right now
So, yo, bombin', We-Usually Take-All-Niggas-Garments
Save your breath before I vomit
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward, I'm on the trigger
Plus I got the Wu-Tang sword, so how you figure
That you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggas, save the beef for the cow
I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical!
The fuck you wanna do on this mic piece, duke?
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls
Now, who's the fuckin' man? Meth-Tical
]
On the chessbox
"Wu-Tang style"
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags
My rap style has the force to leave ya lost like the Tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the Killa
Rap fanatic, representin' with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby Doo-Wop pop, strictly hardware
Armed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm
Now, lo and behold another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode!
Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til your head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast in hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
I'm hot! Top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat
If I die, my seed'll be ill like me
Approachin' me, yo, out of respect, chops to neck
I get vexed, like crashin' up a phat-ass Lex
So, clear the way! Make way! Yo, open the cage!
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave
You gettin' stripped from your garments, boy, run your jewels
All the meth got me open like Fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck!
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel
Suspenseful force bein' brought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Havoc, then run through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
A-a-a-ah-ah, are you a warrior, killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai?
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar!
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss
Niggas be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves
Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick they fuckin' ass to the curb
Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, Unique, drop that science!
My-My-My-My clan is thick like plaster
, bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master
Killer style jumped off in Killa Hilla
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like gettin' smashed by a cinder block
Poaw! Now it's all over
Niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers
Ahh-hah! Yeah!
Representin' Brooklyn, Queens
Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx
The Rugged Lands of Shaolin
Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta,
our boys in Ohio
Comin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O
Yo, niggas from The Source
My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin
Will Strickland,
Jason Staton, yeah
True, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy?
We ain't nuthing ta fuck wit
The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob
Niggas from Detroit,
fuckin' California squadron
Comin' through, you know what I'm sayin'?
The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East
Niggas from D.C., down in Maryland
All the way over there in Morgan State
Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin ta fuck wit
All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy
Peace to the fuckin'
Zulu Nation
Peace to all the Gods and the Earths,
word is bond
Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy
It ain't safe no more, peace!
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
I'll fuck your ass up!
Yo! I come with that ol' loco style from my vocal
Couldn't peep it with a pair of bifocals
I'm no joker, play me as a joker
Be on you like a house on fire, smoke ya
Crews be actin' like they gangs, anyway
Be like, "Warriors, come out and play!"
Burn me, I get into shit, I let it out like diarrhea
Got burnt once but that was only gonorrhea
Dirty, I keep shit stains in my drawers
So I can get fizza-funky for ya
Murder, taste the flame of the Wu-Tang
Rah! Here comes the Tiger vs. Crane
I'll be like wild with my style
Punk, you play me, chump, you get jumped
Wu is comin' through at a theater near you
And get funk like a shoe, what?
It's like this, I'ma start from the top
Inspectah Deck, he's like
He's like that dude that'll sit back and watch you
Play yourself and all that, right?
And see you sit there and know you lyin'
And he'll take you to court after that
'Cause he the Inspectah, that's why he the and
And also he the Rebel I.N.S
You know what I'm sayin'?
And Shallah Raekwon, he the Chef
He cookin' up some marvelous shit to get your mouth waterin'
On some "oh shit"
Then, then it's, then it's the Method Man
It's like mad different methods to the way I do my shit
You gotta smoke a bean in here, anyhow
And I'm tellin' you, mine
Basically Method Man is like
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
And then Baby U, he a psychopathic
He a psychopathic thinker
And and, then we got, then we got the Ol' Dirty Bastard
'Cause there ain't no father to his style
That's why he the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Ghostface Killah, you know what I'm sayin'?
He on some "now you see me, now you don't"
Know what I'm sayin'?
And and, the RZA
He the sharpest motherfucka in the whole Clan
He always on point, razor sharp
With the beats, with the rhymes, whatever, any DJ
And the GZA, the G is just the Genius
He, he's the backbone of the whole shit
It's self-explanatory, Genius, word
He the head, let's put it that way
We form like Voltron, and GZA happen to be the head
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, yeah, that's cool
So what's like, I mean what's like
Your ultimate goal against in this in this industry?
Domination, baby, fuck that
Can I say this one? Can I say this one?
Right now, right now, we still, we still
Feel like we ain't get what we want yet
When we get, when we get, when we get a little props
And really really get the way we gotta go
That's when you know it's on
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause right about now, I ain't braggin' or nothin'
But yo, the Wu, the Wu got somethin'
That I know that everybody wanna hear
'Cause I know I've been waitin' to hear
You know what I'm sayin'?
But straight up and down, 'til we get the goal
We gon' keep goin'
Yeah, 'cause we tryin' to do all this
We tryin' to make a business outta this, man
We ain't tryin' to-- know what I'm sayin'?
Affiliate ourselves with them fake-ass A&Rs and all that
We tryin' to make our own shit
So that when our children, word
So that when our children, all our seeds and whatever
They got somethin' for theyselves right there
We ain't tryin' to hop in and hop out right quick
Know what I'm sayin'?
We out for the Gusto, and we gon' keep it raw
You know what I'm sayin'? 
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c’mon and attract to what
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back… to what
Niggas on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon… to what
Let your feet stomp
Brag shit to death
Wild for the night
Niggas on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c’mon and attract
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
After laughter comes tears
Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the Tecs and loot this
Executing, shaking all sets, and I'm breaking all hecks
I'm taking all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweating my pockets
I hear the hot shit
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
You don't have to move a mountain
Just give me enough strength to climb
Oh Lord ! Don't take away my stumbling blocks to lead me around
Yakub, maker and creator of the devil. Swine merchant... your time is near at hand. Fuck with me and your time will be now. Your presence here effects the mind of my people like a fever. You, Yakub, are the bearer of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine diseases, evil, corrupt, porkchop-eatin' brain!
 Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
 And RZA...
Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the safe
Seen Dorothy in the Garden gettin' skied, row eight
We hold a belt, son, that's my word
Spot a rapper, run him down, throw him out in the third
Yo, check it,
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin' estates,
Divine and Power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go
, flash his strobe lights
I'm open, RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court for your birthday
The babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avengin' eagle crooks, rock the W and Spiegel books
Anheuser-Busch kings came through and stopped your whole juks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful like hearin' the news like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times, watch the room
Sexy girl love the shit out the song, now watch her water break
 The world in the palm of your hand
 Twenty-three million of useful land
 The seed and the black woman
 Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
My-my-my team hard, making 'em lean hard
You see more riders lined up than you'll see at a theme park
My queen hot, making the scene pop, routine, akh
Online gangstas, I'm giving them screenshots
Hard writing lyrics to God, right?
Twisting the tale, sick as hell, Christian Bale from The Dark Knight
On sight, fogging your fog lights, your dog's like
Swayze at the Road House, down for the bar fight
Like this, like an IG pic
Before the Seahawks' 24, Lord, I been on that beast shit
Pussy, you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billie Jean vid, I got the streets lit
Shining star, find another, you gon' find it hard
Certain death, Deck'll walk off with minor scars
Firing squad, defying the odds
And the flow solitary, just me behind the bars
Sparks up the bullet-proof, game face intensity
Applying ingenuity, Tec criminology
Sharp mathematically
Certified, recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics, consistent, never quit
Superstar, I write hits
Come have a listen y'all, getting money, flipping it
Scripting it, record it, fans then applaud it
Ship a hundred mil', they bought and took a snort of it
Quotes like heroin coke mixed with dope
Have a overdose cardiac, Allah spin the beat back
Watch the magnetic attract 'em, club pack 'em
They stiff 'cause their wisdom was stripped when I'm attacking
People say
Love is just a energy
Dealing with the claim baby
Out of everybody getting these deals, you got all these wack ass motherfuckers getting deals
These pussy ass motherfuckers, yknowhatI'msayin?
They getting deals and... 'everybody got a deal and everybody happy and shit'
The Wu-Tang, we the best
As we dwell through this concrete hell, callin' it home
Mama say, "Take your time, young man, and build your own
Don't wind up like your old dad
Still searchin' for them glory days he never had"
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
The cash rule everythin' now, we goin' down
These babies lookin' up to us, it's up to us
The Million Man March MC's
,
get on the bus
But envy, greed, lust and hate separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer brothers, we unstable
Like Cain when he slew Abel, killin' each other
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck and Masta Killa (
Both
)]
You can't party your life away, drink your life away
Smoke your life away, fuck your life away
Dream your life away, scheme your life away
'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
'Cause your seeds grow up the same way
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
Are uh-ah-uh Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurai
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggas be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers
Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips
Bitch, I'll put my dick on ya lips
Alabama split, hammer slay quick
That
David Banner gamma ray shit
Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch
My powder voice, Snow White sniff
Verbal killas, gorilla grip
God body shit, puff Marley spliffs
You might see me in a 6, that's not my style
You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child
I be in the benzo, keep a low profile
Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile
Tryna get money, y'all cats is wild
I pose for the clothes, make a song like wild
I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game
Live life to the fullest, still want more fame
Darts on layaway, beats on standby
Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime
Run on the track like Jesse Owens
Broke the record flowing without any knowing
That my wordplay run the 400 meter relay
It's on once I grab the baton from the DJ
A athlete wit his iron cleat in the ground
Wireless nigga who sprint off the gun sound
The best time yet still 7.0
Swift flow made the cameramen clothes blow
Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kimmy
Don't go, son, nigga, you my motherfucking heart
Stay still, son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs ya
The ambulance is takin' too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me, bitch, gimme your jack
1-7-1-8, 9-1-1, low battery, damn
Blood comin' out his mouth, he bleedin' badly
Nahhh, Jamie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell, we gettin' fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In '69, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin' his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one
Oh shit,
here come his Old Earth
with no shoes on
Screamin', holdin' her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around, the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin', Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, Dirty Tasha tellin'
But suddenly, a chill came through, it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the Paul assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yoo-hoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally, this closed chapter comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at 12:10
Now what my man is tryin' to tell y'all
Is that across the whole globe
The murder rates is increasin', and we decreasin'
So at the same time, when you play with guns
When you play with guns, son
That causes the conflict of you goin' against your own
You hear me? So let's pay attention
Straight up and down, 'cause this is only a story
From the real
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes
They shot the father at his mom's building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony
Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
Oh, Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots crackling
Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in
America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches
Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college
What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge
They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck
Looking around like, "These Devils!"
I'm ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate
And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate
What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?
Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you?
I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I—
Don't let the game make you lose your head
You should be calling the shots instead
The power is in your hands
Stop all this crying, and be a man
Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history chiseled and carved in every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted, written works the main concern
Urban center provided with a social structure
And a curious culture full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding
A place where the forgotten art is so powerful
A striking image is something that's so valuable
This one's the blackout! Three-fifty-seven to your mouth!
GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times is behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest
Youngun, I can see your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come
Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one
Still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
Now I'mma let all you motherfuckers know
Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan
You from Queens nigga
I don't give a fuck, where you be motherfucker!
My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician
,
this city slicker
The finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty
Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders
 We live free and achieve more
But first we gotta win with no stalemate
The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man
Armored trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty proof, let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A
King I Love-Love club, pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves
Still number one, still number one
Do you believe it's morning
I'm alive
But thats the last thing on my mind
Do you believe it's morning
I'm alive
But thats the last thing on my mind
Yo let's go do what we got...
What's up, yo?
Yo let's go do what we gotta do, man, fuck it
Yo, we out or what, man?
It's the God, God, fuck that, man
You saying we out?
They probably took the tape
What the fuck?
Nigga still sweating the tape, man
What the fuck is you talking about? Get the fuck outta here
Fucking corn
Shake them niggas
Scary hours no money out, smash the Guinness Stout
Play the outfield, Lucille, switched cracks on shields
She's a rich fiend sacrifice her fam shift them niggas
To Queens
Guess jeans she charged thirty-five beans
Hit the cell phone, regulate with well known Tone
A Wally kingpin who also slam the strike edition
What up? Corleone smoke the bone, Tone phone me
What up? He tried to slang there, address him with chrome only
Grady with the gray beard, transporting for him
Rocking Nike Air, Rastafarian bird, piping that
Switchin Benzes, ten carat nigga with gold lenses
Fronting like he's sitting on a lump, he's sitting on junk
You wanna pull a heist, draw guns and robberies
You wanna rock rep, step in yellow Wallabies
Names arraigned, they're Century Fox, little Glocks
Them niggas with stocks, wheelyin'  blocks
Rich lifestyle, spoiled like an ordinary white child
But right now, Sun it still shine, shed light now
Breakdown, liquidate God, fucking grab the nickel plate
'Spencer: For Hire',
tension when we mention Dryer
He's a slave cop, behave pop
Isuzu Beige Top will blow that cat at the Purple Haze spot
I remember sticking fiends at the one-six-ooh
When we was starving, ducking five-oh, paying 'em dues
Times is hard in the slums I'm from, they got us barred in
We warring and cage dodging, ripping and robbing
Got the NARC sabotaging, slipping cracks in
Your camouflaging, now you snitching on the squadron
That's something niggas can't pardon
City overrun by young gun with bad intention and Wu-Wear garment
So I see no need to mention, the potency
Of a sting from a killa bee, kicking the battery
Out the back of them wisecracks
Distorted for your get high, you hijack
These friendly skies ain't for you, they for me and mine
This the year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Keep these niggas on the run, peep my Clan emblem
Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
Catch us swimming with these sharks now, you rap villains
We feel the same way you feeling, let it be known 
What the blood clot you niggas dealing, you crash dummies
Cash rules, still don't nothing move but the money
Aiyyo strongarm that kid right there with wavy hair
Billy Johnson snatched him out his whip in Times Square
Took his Pumas, nameplate, dude lost weight
Summer '88, started a fight, that can't wait
Ask Dorothy, same kid pussy up in Marcy
Blazing that Ted Rossi up in The Marquees
He lost like a hundred ounces, Jake rushed his houses
Had him on the porch, ass no trousers
This souped up, individual stuck, the new stuff
Same kid crying on the stand with Judge Kuffner
Kissed him with odd numbers three to nine style
Before he left he flashing his face like Denzel
Richard Dale took his Beaver, Un threw up all in his whip
Mussy dropped and split his wig with the heater
His shape-up was all fucked up, Heze had me laughing
God you see how he was laid out in the grass
With dirt in his mouth, Slim woke him up told him he wild out
Blood leaking from his teeth he smiled like he gummed out
Big bolo, stacking his shit, financed a
Volvo
He copped his shit from a small coffee shop in SoHo
He still pussy, he sell his dust up on the Lower East
Posing like he rapping out...
Fuck y'all
Fuck is y'all niggas, Soul II Soul?
Y'all look like some nasty backup dancers for En Vogue
Lil' nasty R&B niggas
Yo, you look like, you look like you was break dancin' in Allure' video, spinnin' on his lips
What's up wit' bookworm? What's up wit' bookworm?
Nigga, what's up wit' your Speak and Spell shoes?
Fisher Price My First Timberlands
Them shits is old, nigga
You gotta get some Chukkas, fucka
Nigga got on a Lamont Sanford dress shirt
"Whaddaya want, ya big dummy?"
)
As for me, nigga?
)
And as for you, you DJ Kat Show shirt wearin' ass nigga
Your shirt look like a dish rag
Nigga, your shirt look like a curtain
Mind arson, my squadron surround the SoundGarden
Guns for hire plus you under fire and a target
Sniper in the cypher, I Pied Piper
Move the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
Bombs strike ya like the Mighty Thor, blast the door
Recite a page like a tidal wave, crash the shore
Two pulls, I'm wild like mechanical bulls
Pack a full house, it's girls night out, pull a handful
Heavenly laced, stimulation make it feel slow paced
I motivate and await my sober state
Magnificent, heavenly the God stay bent
Five Percent, Range whippin', Soul Controller of the lynch
Mackin', phone rings, Stephen King drama down at Danzine
My mood swings, suplexed off the rope, magazine
Coconut juice, walnut colored shoe, ninth annual
Moses lost his sandal hidin' the manual
Blowin' evangel, buggin' off of Bon Jovi hits
Grandma Lowvey, famous murder weapon was a trophy
Seeds posin' in Osh Kosh, guzzle Grolsch
Sabotage massage, rap bandit at large
Wolverine Carnation Milk, Wu denim jeans
Thurston Howell the Third, kid's back on the scene
Call it chopped meat 'cause every word is choppy
Malachi crunch all crows to death, Kobayashi couldn't stop me
Gettin' caught up in my world, Häagen-Dazs swirl
Back flip and then a twirl, cave your whole world in
Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly
What the fuck I mari-wanna, this nigga nasty
Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin'
The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha, splash ya
Get your head piece fractured with killer cuts
From
the Shropshire Slasher
, rip shit up
Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
An MC too good to be touched — John John
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC inferiorities, they froze up
Ice cold as we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
Caught up in a cliffhanger
Yo,
I-N-S
,
another code red, danger
Break out the vest, now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
Don't ever roam, in the naked city
Eight million stories, none pretty
Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable
Conditionin' be critical
Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical
This next drink is a toast to your memory
When I go, how many niggas gon' remember me?
As High As Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this shit
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it!
Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks, David Berkowitz
Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it
M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gems
Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang tore me off the cross
All you saw was white meat, skin hanging off
These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
The Betty Crocker Marvel cake, snakes will miss a
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, you's a fan of the
Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers
Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless
You know cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean
It's Wu-Tang Forever God
You gonna get down with that W
That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
That's the Wisdom of the Universe
That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation of the Gods, you know what I'm sayin'
We breaking egg through these days God, you know what I'm sayin'
We got the fucking way
We got the medicine for your sickness
Out here, ya know what I mean
I was telling Shorty like
Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
And you'll get all the education you need this year, you know what I mean
Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit
Word man it's Wu-Tang Forever God, you know what I mean
Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God
, you kno what I'm sayin
Namean
Oh hell no, none of this shit
C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas
Niggas can't even understand half this shit
I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
 Word
Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000, ya know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You hear, we gonna bring a comet
Check for that shit in the millenium
You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man
Be the resurrection
The Gods is here man
Born Gods is here
How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against me
For that you’re gonna die
I may not be the one to stop you, but somebody will very soon
Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang
Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop
Keeping the streets locked
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Keep watch, lame niggas out there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
They're very trick so you must be very careful
Uh, Brother Fay's quite right
But still we have been taught that man is good
And if he wasn't good Buddha would not try to help him
"Hey you have a pass from the..."
Yo
Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
Number one, Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two, Chao San Poi
Number two, Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
I have given it much thought
It seems, disaster must come
At best, only postponed
Shaolin Kung-Fu
To survive must now be taught, to more young men
We must expand, get more pupils
So that the knowledge will spread
Stash the cream though
, Iceatollah ice style gleamo
Lex graffiti name Ramo
, hold em we rolling asking me though
Raps is hotter than hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she passing off to me though
We wax Ajax niggas with an axe, Maxamill
You could crash a mil’ got your back still
Scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills sit back eyeing y'all niggas out
Fakes that delegate we spitting fire out
Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve a jet status
Guyanese bird up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose incite a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
Styling rich, résumé the waves and one chain
Feeling mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like
Step on his Klondike, get your dart right, we moving on it like
Wind breaker niggas get they face broke, jewelery get snatched
Magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats 
The world won't get no better
If we just let it be
The world won't get no better
We gotta change it yeah, just you and me
We gonna change the world 
Someone in the back went, "Clack, clack"
Money is stacked, now bust your gun—"Clack, clack"
Someone in the back went, "Clack, clack"
Money is stacked, now bust your gun—"Clack, clack"
Made 'em throw they hands up, but then lay flat 
Rat Pack eat up the average alley cat
Prepare for the impact when we contact
Known to drop facts that crack your hard hat 
Must I show and prove, trust I, bust I
Make your head spin  like chrome twenties on the buggy-eye Benz
Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends
Who's your rhyming hero? Wu-Tang rules again
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck, Cappadonna,
Ghostface Killah
&
U-God
]
Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
Someone in the back went, CLACK CLACK
Money is stacked, now bust your gun, CLAP CLAP
Yo something in the street went, BANG BANG
Making it hard for you to do your thang thang
Something in the street went, BANG BANG
Something in the hole went click-click
The boxcutter went click-click
Something in the hall went click-click
The boxcutter went click-click
Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
Something in the slum went rum-pum-pum-pum
"Careful!"
"Careful!"
"Careful!"
"Careful!"
New York, New York
, legendary rhyme boss
Code name Charlie Horse, bust with blind force
I smash set it and wreck for cash credit or check
You crash-tests can't measure the threat
I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah
Rap barracuda,
three XL kahuna
Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance
I'm thirstin, feel what I feel then we can merge then
Creep it through the states in V8's and 12's
My weight's hell, fuck with me then brace yourself
The Noble, Sir I mass mogul
Known to blast vocals, and
move global on you locals
This is grown man talkin, coward I'll split your head
I'm from the East where the streets run red from the bloodshed
Hit Chef for the rice and peas
Nuff respect father Eton with Addies
My brothers can't wait to squeeze the automatic
They need wreck like a drug dealer need a addict
Floatin on the 95, sting like a killer bee
Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see
From dark matter to the big crunch
The vocals came in a bunch without one punch
Rare glimpse from the, swiftly advanced, proved unstoppable
Reputation enhanced, since the cause was probable
So you compare contrast but don't blast
Through extreme depths, with the pen I hold fast
Watch the block thirst for one became all
Shot 'em with the long forgotten rainfall
Delivered in a brutal fashion with simplicity
The blind couldn't verify the authenticity
The rhyme came from the pressure of heat
Then it was laid out, on the ground to pave streets
I got my uzi back
You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
I got my uzi back
You, dudes, is wack, face it, the Wu is back
{*scratching "Suuuuuuuue" until fade*}
Let the shot spark soon as his pit-bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness forget his original statement
Even in protection programs, there's no escapement
Gunned down, three in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds, catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the '83 summer heat
Up in 3-0-9 park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank, I ain't playin' with a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the comin' of Wu in neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, Killa Bee
Mill to the grain that posses the Wu trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite, camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stress the small thing, copycats are finicky
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
Back in the game now, copped me some weight now
My people bout to eat now, shit's bout to change now
Back in the game now, all my niggas in the hood now
Better catch up now, shit's bout to change now
Make a toast to Mr. Te and the Iron Flag brothers
Master, who will be our new Iron Flag chief?
[Outro: Dom Pachino &
some woman
]
Dom P
: It's gonna stay here. Let you use me
Woman
: Yo relax, now just relax for real
Relax, you all tensed up
Act like a motherfucker ready to cut your throat or some shit
Dom P
: Nah I'm not gonna let happen
You smell good and all that too man
What you got on?
Woman
: Victoria's Secret
Dom P
: That's how you get down?
You always do me right, man
A-yo, go down a little bit
Woman
: down?
Dom P
: Yeah, get down, do it lower
Yeah, yeah, yeah around there damn man
Woman
: Your ass is tense
Dom P
: I know
Shit-shit is real for a nigga right now, know what I mean?
I'm telling my niggas man
Nobody be doing me like shorty
Every time I go over to shorty lab
She cook me something know what I mean?
Treat a nigga right
Rub me down with that Coco lotion
You doing me right
You doing me right, right now
I'm telling you
Woman
: You home nigga
Dom P
: Yo, he Shampoo for a nigga right there
]
Projects 
Projects 
Projects 
New York projects 
Suck my dick, it's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs
Quick, get on your knees
With your sweet pussy, let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
Your pink lips, spreaded and shit, let me throw my dick in
Grab my shit and place it gently on your clit
Ping-pong pussy, wide world the womb
Titties sagging, stomach on some shriveled up prune shit
Too much air in your pussy
You screaming that it's talking to you, daddy
Fart's breathing out your lips, splashing my dick badly
Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger
Almighty dick ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage
Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remy on the house
Watch the teeth for slobbing my shit, you bit it on the couch
Dry pussy leave the friction burns, plus beef I hone
The condom broke
Bitch, you got AIDS, I'm shaking in my bones
Pass me the Black Velvet, embassy suite, killin' me
Spell it, Maxi Priest caught me in a daze up on Delancey Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so Aloha
Pineapple crush, 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
Yo, it's ragtime,
universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like stalkin' through your airport with a chunky .9
The underboss Staten New York
Bloodsport gun talk holdin' fort back, take 'em to court 
It's the burner Shaolin bound, face down, you gets murdered
Roadblock, shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through mid-air
Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron where the head rest, for the conquest subway
Wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
If shot echoes through the ghetto locations
I remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam Bigelow
Throw a flow like Nomo
, relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles
Idol worshiping bitch wasn't the type to make bridle
Strung on how the bitch maneuvered her tongue
From the top of his dick to the bottom of his ass split
I told the God to jet quick, this wicked bitch was a harlot
But had him trapped up inside the Charlotte Web
She wasn't choosy, fucked for a movie and a loose leaf cigarette
Pussy stay wet and juicy like lemons, big ass in tight denim
Had the most faithful niggas sinnin' against their women
And enjoyed to watch relationships get destroyed
This unemployed welfare bitch was non-void
And shameless, her attitude was blameless
Even though she had a hundred dicks on her name list
Her obsession caused niggas to get the ass cheek injection
The bitched lied, said she had Urinary Tract Infection
I tried to warn 'em and bomb 'em, but she conned 'em
Wanted niggas to fuck her raw dog without no condom
*Woman moans* Oooooh, ahahhh, ohh
You people are all trying to achieve the impossible
That's exactly what we've done
But you'll fail and you'll all die
If we die, the next generation will fight them too
And the one after them for as long as they must
And eventually we shall succeed
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology,
pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology 
Shoot your old lady in her privacy 
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me 
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
Forty wolves on deck with burners in their snorkel
Criminology,
pea soup Wallabees
Ghostface Killahs with degrees in gynecology/gun-ecology
Shoot your old lady in her privacy
A bunch of ho-ho-hoes wanna ride with me 
I’m caught up in these strong-arm robberies
Flee with the lottery, these pussy niggas shot at me
Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles
We the first niggas that did that. I don't give a fuck what nobody say
Alright bring it back a little bit
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain
I don't sweat money, neck chills in the frost
Make money, maintain and build me a train
Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you kidding? I don't necce? it's brutal. You deserve to be punished
Well, I'd like to see you try that
You think this is going to work out? It isn't going to be quite so easy. He who kills will be killed. Those who kill will have to be killed
Wh-what now?
New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora
Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter
Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter
My job is done once I get it to the border
Perico, coke game is kilos of cocaine
Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins
Overdoser, you know the product is raw right
Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white
Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup
Sorry no consignment, get your ends up
Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now
I'm on the hush with my weight loud
Got the shakes now, how they want it bad
Five or six heads chipping in for a bag
I got the works like a burger deluxe
Get your fix while I'm serving it up, word to us
[Verse: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon,
Both
]
Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up
, psych!
Six niggas walked in flashing they gems piece
Aight, one dark-skinned nigga, fifty-six inch rope
Wrapped around twice, smash the Gilligan boat with ice
They threw sign language, ordered hot coffee
wit' a danish
Relax, whispered they, "Rap entertainers"
Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good, kid
Laid back, handling hors d'ourves
It's like round three, we too black for BET
You memorize the 1 to 40? I'm at the 19th degree
If a civilized person doesn't perform his duty, what shall be done?
Pardon me, God, that nigga got a gun bulging out his sweatpants
Check out his stance
See the side of his grill? Look like my cousin Lance
Left hand, rocky Guess watch, yo, I think I did his Clarks
He wanted crush bone leather with the strings dark
Now I remember, he from Bear Mountain
He and
Mitch Greene
shot the fair one near the water fountain
Seventh round, Chavez bleeding from his right ear
Yo, keep your eye on that same nigga from right here
Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne
Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit' no socks on
Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the phat fur on
Working them hoes with the fly Wu shirts on
Mixed drink session, dun, pour me some more
Chef leathered down, blinking at Chanté Moore
Tenth round, Chavez tearing 'em down
Sweet Pea, get ya shit off
It's like blacks against the Germans
, getting hit off
Smooth and them walked in, Brownsville representing
They sent a bottle over, autograph blessing
Chef, pull out the doo-doo, twist the dank - pink noodles
Yo, about to roll one, matter fact, twist two of those
Yo, they wound up stopping the fight
Steels took a point away from Chavez
Rematch scheduled on October 9th
Rematch scheduled on October 9th
Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims
Some shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants
Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em
Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em
Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb
Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance
G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps
Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance
You little fleas get killa bees and army ants
EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants
Hollow chrome to your collarbone
Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone
Grown men discussing death and the malice tone
See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone
Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known
We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne
Hey yo, hey yo
Sendin' letters to trial, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom
At home it's worth money; higher dons
Order drinks, all real niggas order your minks, yo
We got the fitteds on lookin' all faint, daddy
Everybody get money from now on; payday
Flash Visas, livin' like Easter e'ryday
Now it's, fuck Benz, rather a four-thirty
That shit that float through water
Eyeball come up, drop birdies, yo
We can eat right, or we can clap these toys
I'm with Streetlife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin', tryna act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up your ass like, who's shittin'?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same position
Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin'
Y'all still bitchin', still lame and still chicken
I'm still here, one leg missin' and still kickin'
 Hard like a criminal
Love like a tennis shoe, throw slugs to finish you
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck
"Comin' from the 36th Chamber"
"Bring it to 'em proper, partner"
It's Wu-Tang, rushin' your gang, crushin' the game
Pretty thugs clutchin' they chain, handcuffin' they dame
Who get strange, gassed up playin' with flame
Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin' is…
Ya'll know the rules, we don't fuck with fools, man
How the fuck did we get so cool, man?
Never ever disrespect my crew
If you fuck with Wu, we gots to fuck with you, nigga
I wish a nigga will
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!"
"Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang"
 Yo butter butter
 Protect Ya Neck baby
 Respect due pa
 Peace
 Peace
 Word up Wu-Tang in the house though
I guess alot of people in ya
I guess they can feel the realness you
They could feel the vibe
And I think hip hop, that's what I be tellin a lot of people
A lot of record promoters and a lot of artists
I mean it's like, it's music that you gotta touch and feel
You know what I'm sayin'
And I think that comes across well in the video
I haven't seen you live yet, I'm waitin for the chance
But I'm pretty sure that's probably what's it like
You know you probably really get into it
I guess I hear it in your voices when you sayin the rhymes
Um, what ya say ya style is?
It's a secret! Never teach the Wu-Tang
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
Approachin the final hour
Power equality, Allah Cees everything
Let's come together under the wings
And take flight, Wu-Tang, the saga, Rzarecta
In your sector
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper
Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body
Challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions
Post with iron,
no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
Roughneck reppin the set, bang 'em twice in the neck
C.O. flip and jerk the whole yard rec
Block vets, pop barettas, Glocks and tecs
You're no threat, gun talk, the language of the project
Checkin shorty with the Black Tail stance, leapord pants
Yellin fuck her man, makin killings off her lap dance
Plus the young guns runnin the slums, funds is major
Drugged out, got you huntin for crumbs stuck to the razor
Semi-autos roar in the building hall
Symptoms of bloodsport, the slugs are still in wall
Call it a
New York state of mind
, gotta take mine
In the daytime, the
Jakes'll hit ya forty-one times
So I live by the sword and obey hood laws
Make my team click like high heels on wood floors
Ayo let my niggas live
We show and prove get paper
Catch me in the caper on shrooms yo
Let my niggas live
We real niggas that's God-body
Challenge anything, make major moves
Let my niggas live
We giants, live off the land lions
Post with iron,
no pryin rules
Let my niggas live; aiyyo let my niggas live
Handle your bid and kill no kids
Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be my only one
The only one, the only one, the only one
‘Cause baby you’re the one
Tonight I’m taking off so I can make time
For the one, ’cause you’re the one, the only one
Baby you’re the one
The sword it's the best weapon of all
Two sharp edges, and a long spine
The blade is very thin and it's easily damaged
You remember that: the vital thing is the point
Pay special attention to it, your life could depend on it
The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking
All while my heart gently weeps
Your smile has got me shrinking
The tears in your eyes are twinkling
Because the heart gently weeps
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up...
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?
One is invulnerable, in fact
It involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing
Wave ya gun, Killa 
Shoot this nigga in his face for his mumblin' 
Wear ya crown, black down 
Blow at y'all niggas 
Yo, my wallets stay bulletproof, racin' in coups
Yeah, we the realest, ultraviolet leathers on, pealin' this
Love lookin' the illest, gorilla things
Monster background with a history of pumpin' crack
Yap clowns, we all real in here; strap a bomb
On a family member, let y'all niggas know we here
Blasted, it's like cheeba when I splashed it
Real reefer heads'll know the meanin' of hittin' glass
I told y'alls, against y'all, Ginsus avenge gods
Picture me stabbin' you in the yard for R's
Kid saw Staten, nine *Bin Ladens*
Valours on, colourful drawers, lookin' all relaxed in
Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon
Correct me if I'm wrong, but fake thugs never last long
Can't wait until ya fake-ass gone
Y'all been warned about them Killa Bees on the swarm
Y'all been warned, you either step or get stepped upon, nigga
Uh-oh, I think they're playin' our song
Lit blunts, Clan in the front, sayin', "It's on!"
I not begging for my own life. Just let my child be born, then I don't mind dying
Ha, that's great kill her and his child. Ta Chi, go ahead
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
Can't pretend...
Some day it gotta come to an end
But I'mma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart
Yeah...
I popped a bottle on your born day, God
Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar
And I still ask "why?" to God
,
analyzing your form
As I stood there beside your mom
And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid
Should've, would've, could've, had the time, I was selfish
I carry on your struggle, each day, it really hurts me
I really miss you, Russell, hope you forgive me, Dirty
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through
Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you
Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races
I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness
It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and
Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and
Rivers I cried, my brother just died
I'mma see you, my nigga, on the other side
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
Ah, man, how do I say goodbye?
It's always the good ones that have to die
It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubted you
When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you
From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville
Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill
You interrupt the Grammy's, said, "Wu for the kids"
Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib
Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs,
cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs,
sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar
So you'll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world
Who's who and what's what, and probably go nuts
How we treat them hoes? Dirt, how we treat them hoes?
We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
But those mistakes behind me
Cast shadows to remind me
*gong bangs*
*
Sifu Shi Yin Ming reciting the Heart Sutra
*
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For a better tomorrow
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
See ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
So you rather pursue death than admit defeat
]
Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect
We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah
Commonly known to y'all as the RZA
Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD
Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man
For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin?
A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop
And make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin?
Or make that shit funk
Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form
I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest
Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock
Yo, we want to let y'all niggas know somethin man
To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin?
Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden
Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here
In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop
Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture
YaknowhatI'msayin? 
YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up
On this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man
YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here
YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin
And yo, to y'all niggas who think you going to become an MC overnight
YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream
Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers
You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded
Word up man 
You ain't no MC; niggas ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin?
This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx
-- we told y'all niggas back then
And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name
YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style
Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there
YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga
But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Come from your own heart with this shit
And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggas
We told ya'll niggas on the fucking Cuban Linx album
Don't bite our shit, y'all niggas keep biting
Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man
It's time for the Wu revolution right here
To all my niggas across the world
Raise your motherfucking fist in the air
And get ready for the Triumph
Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit
Word up, peace
Murder, bad boy, you block off
Murder, rude boy, you pop off
Murder, nine millimeter, me say
Murder, no time for talk, wanna
Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
Me say murder
This is the place where thugs is born
In the hood blink too long, your life is gone
In the hood convicts still live with they moms
And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm
In the hood crack fiends'll furnish a 'Llac
In the hood African's be drivin' cabs
In the hood, in the streets the ghetto is hot
And the illest gangsters on the block with cops
In the hood the ones you love'll fill you with slugs
In the hood babies born addicted to drugs
In the hood we make life or death decisions
And the school system is like a minimal prison
So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin'
In the hood it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin'
Murder, bad boy, you block off
Murder, rude boy, you pop off
Murder, nine millimeter, me say
Murder, no time for talk, wanna
Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
Me say murder
Murder, bad boy, you block off
Murder, rude boy, you pop off
Murder, nine millimeter, me say
Murder, no time for talk, wanna
Murder, men and dem all talk 'bout the
Murder, Masta Killa come calm with nying
Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
Nying, nying, nying, nying, nying
Me say murder
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur
Yeah, pump that shit, testin
Check, 1,2, yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all
To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all
Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all
That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all
To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all
On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all
You see my style calm but wild
You witness the rhyme, nothin but dimes
The eightball murder verse, freestyle or rehearsed
I wreck emcees whether I'm last or first
What, what, what, what
Hazardous dart, visual long forgotten art
That fell apart,
til the blood ran from the heart
Pump through the street, RZA make re-break beats
Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets
And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank
Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank
Wu niggas rollin,
throwin the first rap slogan
Heroes of Hogan,
shot up the military clothin'
Quickly blow up,
rolled up in rappers like pennies
My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many
With the wisdom, power of, science from experts
Self applying
that put giants in the network
Through compact discs and televised live quotes
We multiply our strength, on a worldwide note
Yes, what, what
Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
You keep on, til the break of dawn
Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop
Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock
Hard days of work
You had a hard day at work baby
I want you to sit down, relax
While I soak you in my mentals
Back-rub style, watch this, yo, yo
Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears
Cinnamon, aloe, natural for you hair
Soak lavender soap, coconut conditioning
Honey lather, blood flowing, love listening
Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean
Lovers, bath crystals, lovers sponge scrubbers
Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbin
Diesel splash, long lovin in your oven
Bake it off, break it off 'til it gets soft
Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off
In and out, fragrance patience, Hershey's Kisses, Guinness Stout
Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out
Brain message, think about pink
Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink
Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play
Back rub,
Calgon, take me away
Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish
Comfort me through all the damn madness
Night breeze at sea, sipping tea
You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees
Jet skis breeze...
Sprinkle water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers
Vapor action, tropical sunshower
Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour
Sand suntan, snuggled up snug
Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug
Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance
Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace
Complete silence, what surround us
Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets
Vanilla apple heat, flutes play jazz music, puffy pillow suites
Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats
Sunset level, suprise sunrise, sail
Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails
Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells
Soft spoken gospel,
Barry White acapell
Violin, good medicine, sound swell
Sunshine life, love right without the hell
Taste sugar, quiet storm, seasick
Slowdance drink,
like nights over Egypt
Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling
Company, ice cream licking now we holding
Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden
Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly
Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly
Almond twirl, fantastic melodies
Soon, taste these spoons
Wiping me with toon, fly wine, quiet storm
Now it's high noon, raspberry spices
Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best
Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war
Paradise life, recipe now pour
Musicness, model, gentle mental
Wash away your sorrow,
Fantasy Island
Put the message in the bottle
Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty
Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty
Yo, this is that body shop shit
Love love slam
Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath
Heavy smack on that ass like that
Know what I mean?
Massaging these melodies
Put that gangsta shit on the shelf
Blow winds, blow, through your hair
Sea breeze sticks and shit
Right right
When you're around boo
Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank-ass trick
We livin just enough
Just enough
Just enough
For the ci-ty
Killa Beez, stinging MCs
Yeahhh, Wu
You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from Iran
You coulda come from China, or ya come from Japan
One blooood, one blooood, one blooood
You coulda come from uptown, or ya come from down sout'
You coulda come from outta town, or ya come from ‘round town
One bloood, one blooood, one blooood
The fussing and fighting
Tribal war, racial war
Cause bloood, blooood, bloood
Mothers fighting daughters every day
Fathers fighting sons
Sisters hating sisters
Rappers getting murdered, every day
You coulda come from Lima, or come from Georgia
You coulda come fire outside or come from Hawaii
One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood
You coulda come from Brook-a-lyn, or you come from Bronx
You coulda come from Queens, or ya come from Jersey
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
You coulda come from Long Island, or ya come from Philly
You coulda from Canada, or ya from from over south
One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
I miss my grandmother, my auntie and
Unique Ason
I knew Dirt was high when he had that face on
Fangs hanging out his mouth, his fronts was golden
Wilding, record execs can't control him
He said ish like me and Mariah
Hit me, woah-woah-woah, that's fire
Still no matter what we gon' rep the name
Look at your family, we got twenty years in the game
A family reunion
Gonna have a family reunion ooh, ooh
Family reunion
It's so nice to come together
To get together
Aye yo
I'd like to make a toast to my Wu-Tang family
All over the globe
East coast, west coast
All my brothers in the hood keeping it good
Peace to the Gods and Earths
All my Latino brothers
My Asian brothers, my Caucasian brothers
Wu-Tang Forever
]
A good friend holds his drink
Bad company makes bad wine!
Drinking among friends
Red wine means a good life
A few drinks bring comfort
Two drinks are enough!
Money can't buy courage!
Riches mean nothing to us!
Brilliant, a display of genius
*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*
God-Cipher-Love-Divine in math 79
Bright yellow and dense in its gift and shine
Still the same when exposed to air and water
Like when amongst thieves you  travellin' across the border
The brink of the metal link when in transition remains solid
The message was lost in transmission
That's often in a free elemental form
Nuggets and grains and rocks and things that's norm
Malleable ductile metal on many levels
Get you shot for a Flintstone, killed for a pebble
Lieutenants and Generals move with criminals
The pride for all in line, they hunt for mineral
The scope is on the rope, claws on the table
Brass knuckle, knees buckle, legs unstable
And it's sold by the weight
Shaped into a plate with food on it
The hungry wolves lie in wait
Tu Tin-To. So you're the tigers of Tinan, bastard, you're gonna pay for this, you'll die here. I'll use the tiger strike to kill you all. I'll show you the three different strokes. Forest Tiger! Win Tiger, Winmau Tiger!
We will fight till the night is done
We will live our lives tonight as one
We will live our lives tonight as one, one
Bang a few notes up top, we call it beast mode
Forget the street codes, show you like a deep throat
It gets rougher, you suffer from the heat stroke
Blast barrels, embrace my leaf smoke
Park Hillians radio for back up
Polish your act up, nigga need a back up
Syrup in my cup, no cut, straight up
UG's on the court, never miss a lay up
When the emcees came to live out their names
Some rode the bus, some rode the train
Some motherfuckers wish they never came
When they met the nine swordsmen of Wu-Tang
Nine Maseratis pulls up to this party hard
Body, the party is filled with Godbody
There out of shape models coming through with those bottles
And double D's please, all eyes follow
Pass me a bucket of ice, that's nice
Hit with the vodka, what you say proper
I drink with the copper, show up in a chopper
Stop her, she wanna have a ménage à trois
I can tell by the bra, RZA Ra-KZA-Keem is all is Allah
Do you wish or wish upon a star? Do you wish or wish upon a star?
We will fight till the night is done
We will live our lives tonight as one
We will live our lives tonight as one, one
[Outro: Ann Peebles &
"Flag of Iron"
]
"On your mind, on your mind"
"Bro– bro– brothers, Fla– Fla– Flag brothers"
"On your mind, on your mind"
"Iron Flag brothers"
Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all flesh
Yeah stanyoi
Whoi
Oh God, I beg for forgiveness
So help me Lord, yes I beg for forgiveness
Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying
Ladies being hit through wickedness, I'm losing my grip
I thought we lived by the books, The Bible, Qu'ran
We pick cotton, my back is still hot and dark and
They threw burners in our babies' faces
Pale hands that looked scary touched our bodies in the strangest places
Sweat from the white man's head
Fell on our daughters as she cried, giving white man head
Almighty
, alrighty, niggas is screwing
God won't you tell me why these ho niggas is screwing?
I'm sorry father, sacrifice me, leave me wife
Sacrifice me twice, so my kids can see paradise...
So we heed our God king Selassie I, Jehovah God, Jah Rastafari
Who is seated in Zion and reigneth in all
In the hearts of all flesh - whoa wow
Let my task oh Jah with them that strive with me
Fight against them - whoa wow
That fight against me - whoa wow
Take hold thy shield and rock and stand up for my health
Oh Jah, oh Jah, only you can comfort me
La la la, la la la la la, la la la la
La la la whoi stand out
Curse to the wicked snakes who try to snatch the truth away
Cursed be the ones who try to take our youth away
Peace to the black, the brown, the red, yellow, and white seed
We don't discriminate man over color, creed
They tried to snatch up our beats, son, and steal our culture
And German Catholics, whitewashing Roman sculptures
How dare you try to deny Allah's intelligence?
Kidnap the truth, and destroying the black evidence
Glory be to the Father
Glory be to the Son 
Glory be to the Holy One
The holder of creation whoi
As Jah was in the beginning is now and forever shall be
Jah world... Jah world without end whoi
So we heed our God king Selassie I, Jahova God, Jah Rastafari
Who is seated in Zion and reigneth in the hearts of
In the hearts of all flesh whoi
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
Yo, we thrive on
street life
, we strive to eat right
They blind and need sight
, we tried to be nice
They talk the small talk, we walk the long walk
We lost, they all thought, they forced to fall short
We rock for hard rocks, rocked the hot blocks
Shop and cop rocks, watch the top notch in action
Begin to make your head spin
Wu-Tang my brethren, we bang like veterans
They paid for record spins, taste the medicine
Or face the
double M
, we came to trouble them
Hustle them for they 20 mill' then buckle them
'Nuff to spin out the blue, bitches lovin them
Dozen men with force of a hundred-ten
Stumblin thug passions, it must've been
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do you really?
I heard y'all niggas like to bang-bang, do you really?
Unearthed
by
[
Produced by Cilvaringz
]
I saw niggas cough up blood when they hiccup
Hole in their stomach comin' back from a stick up
If you don't make it you can keep your half of the bread
I'm not playin' with you bruh, you halfway dead
If it was me, you'd probably say the same shit
Crack the drugs probably wouldn't get a rag to cover my shit
I'm just bein' honest Lord
It's $400,000 for the four of us
What's up with ya'lls
Damn Tone leave em alone
Shut the fuck up be quiet before I go in your bag
Then I'm gonna come up
You know how I do I get busy
If you can get through this near death shit I throw 'em the extra 50
[
Cher
]
Wu-Tang baby
They rock the world
If a miracle could save us from
The travesty that we've become
If a million sons would stand as one
We will overcome, overcome
For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin' styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit in all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin' grounds
I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point-blank as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fuckin' with pros, and there it goes
Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the fuck's your seed at?
Feelin' mad hostile,
wearin Aéropostale
Flowin' like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy robe, then attack the globe with the buckus style
The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin
Slayin' boom-bangs like African drums, we'll be
Comin' around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
For tryna blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the meanin' of dope
When he's lookin' for a suit-and-tie rap
That's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
That was great! Wonderful!
Terrific duel! The best that I've ever seen
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
Wanna go home and see my wife and kids
Wanna go home..
Wanna go home..
Wanna go home..
Wanna go home..
Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
Mistaken identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn
Rest in the day because it's sunlight
Reverse thought psychology
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage
I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage
Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger
The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger
When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major
Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior
Australian Venezuelan illegal aliens
Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing
Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve
Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees
I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein
The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motor mouth, let the odour out
Fuming greater, the temper in my spine huminator
The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash
The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus
This split second splash, severe drop is near pop
There's falling teardrops, now is it worth your career?
We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet
Stepped off the plane, the world wept
Roll with the Witty Unpredictable
Talent All Natural, rock with the Beatles of hip-hop
Mathematical imperial manifestation of greatness
Make wiz's scream and shout at the top of their breath essence
Captured on tape is precious
Bless mic pure deafness, awaken from you sleep mistake
When the God bring rain, hail, snow to the earthquake
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
Chamber Music fuckin' the party up-in
You've been busy
Are you mastered?
You've been busy
Are you mastered?
You've been busy
Are you mastered?
You've been busy here..
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Music makes me lose control
Music makes me lose control
Music makes me lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is out of control
Out of control, out of control
Out of control, now here we go
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
Overachiever,
power hungry overeater
I95,
whip fly like an overseer
I'm overconfident but some might say I'm overeager
Or overzealous, especially when it's over cheeba
I got a soldier's features, I rock the coldest sneakers
My sneakers' so cold, can't wear 'em 'less you hold the heater
Can't push me over either, that go for dojas
I ain't got no love for posers neither, keep my composure
I'm focused, tryna roll the reefer, let's turn it up
Forget the cope, I'm tryna blow the speaker, that's all he wrote
One verse could turn your soul to ether
It's time you gave me my respects just like the old Aretha
Mr. Meeeth
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
We keep it rugged
We keep it rough
We keep it real
We keep it raw
I met her on the bus stop with black eyes
That's why she said she don't fuck with black guys
I cleaned her up, fed her all my wisdom
Her father spit the gospel but she never caught the vision
Brutal ass whoopins, always facin' these evictions
So she only fuck with thugs that'll wind up in the system
Them greasy bastards quick to squeeze a ratchet
Never knew the science of virtue, Ecclesiastes
Like, a time for peace, a time for war
A time to laugh though, she never felt God before
Eternal love that'll pop like a kernel, this is grown folk talk
Between me and her, it don't concern you
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
The only girl that could ever please me
Was the daughter of a preacher man
16th Chamber, temple number five
Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggas lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggas think they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple,
I'm comin to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
YAH!
If you don't want a burn from Glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what,
the buck stops
Here
, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh
 + 
Chamber four  Chamber four
Temple number nine, temple number nine
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my specialty
When I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
You could test my skills, but niggas must be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a ho, ready like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock this jam
I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin, the one-man band
A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand
Niggas wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a
horse shack
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile
Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You can’t hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
Wu-Tang be Killin’ You Softly With This Song
You won’t survive the outcome, I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
Felony offenders catchin’ murder one charges
Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
The dark crusader jackin’ cats in elevators
I Strike Back like the Jedi from N.Y
It’s I, illerfyin’, dope rhyme supplyin’
I be all you need to rock these mic devices
Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
I’m not your basic street entrepreneur, crime tour, packs the luger
High pursuit for the CREAM like the Bodyguard from Bejing
Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
On your facilities, the penalty, DOA
Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay
Opposites attack, that’s why these thieves stay strapped
As we travel the globe to put Shaolin on the map
I show loyalty to my fans fully
Operational raps that bust through your skully
I’m rated second-to-none, I be the top gun
From the land of the Slums, spittin’ blades from my tongue
Park Hill slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
Heat-seeker, sounds that be attackin’ your speaker
Watch me bang the headpiece, kid, there’s no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
Just hold your own baby
And just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
It goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby
And just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
It goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush
These stupid jealous niggas, y'all 'bout to get rushed
This ashes to ashes to dust to dust
These derelict MC's cannot fuck with us, Lord
Where is the money? Ha ha...
Hey ya!  Hey ya! 
Hey ya!  Hey ya! 
Hey ya!  Hey ya! 
Hey ya!  Hey ya! 
Hey ya! Hey ya!
"Look at the way he treats me"
Shit, look at the way you treat me
You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls
Done got your ass sent up the creek, G
Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out
Now you and your girl ain't speakin' no more
'Cause my dick all in her mouth
Know what I'm talkin' about?
Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating
In the year 2G, they be the same thing
So who you placin' the blame on?
You keep on singin' the same song;
let bygones be bygones
And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasing cars
What happens when the dough gets low
Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasing cars
What happens when the dough gets low
Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
 Crazy bitch
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie
And sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
Nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
The name is Big Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, the nigga that like them Cadillacs
I stay down with these streets 'cause these streets is where my folks at
Better know that, some say we pro-Black, but we professional
We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional
Get off the testicles and the nutsacks, you bust 'round, we bust back
G—Get back for real niggas that's out here tryna spit facts
You 'ear that? You can't come near that, maybe you need to quit 
Because "Aquemini" is Aquarius and the Gemini running shit
Like this, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My mind warps and bends, floats the wind, count to ten
Meet the twin, André Ben',
welcome to the lion's den
Original skin, many men comprehend
I extend myself, so you go out and tell a friend
Sin all depends on what you believing in
Faith is what you make it—that's the hardest shit since MC Ren
Alien can blend right on in with your kin
Look again, 'cause I swear, I spot one every now and then
It's happening again, wish I could tell you when
"André, this is André, y'all are just gon' have to make amends"
Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die
Horoscopes often lie
And sometimes, "Y"
Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain
And nothing lasts forever, but until they close the curtain
It's him and I: Aquemini
Master: Finally, Igor! We've done it, we've done it!
Igor: Yes, master! Yes, master!
Master: Igor, we've done it!
Both: Uh-oh
Every day I sit while my nigga be in school
Thinking about the second album at the Dungeon shooting pool
Like E-S to the P-N, cause we adjust to the beat in the zone 
Honey, I'm home but I'm not married
Carried a lot of problems around being frustrated
And now I'm sitting at the end of the month I just made it
Like you made the B team,
and like your daddy's wife you making that coffee
You heard the ATLiens, so back the hell up off me
Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger now to embark
The world's a stage and everybody gots to play their part
God works in mysterious ways, so when he starts
The job of speaking through us, we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol, so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my Glock away, I got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition, so I'm ready for war, okay
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit
Everybody let me hear you say, "O-Yea-yer"
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad!
Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bombs over Baghdad!
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Bob your head, rag-top
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
Power music, electric revival
And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet
And my, my...
The sky is fallin', ain't no need to panic
But ooh ooh...
I got a stick and want yo' automatic
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Compatible, created in the attic
And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet
And my my...
The sky is fallin', ain't no need to panic
But ooh, ooh...
I got a stick and want yo' automatic
Ooh, ooh, ooh...
Compatible, created in the attic
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean
So fresh and so clean, clean
Yes! When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion horse with skates on, you know?
Smooth, like a hot comb on nappy-ass hair
I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like four karats apiece, just blindin' a nigga
Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
My heart was beating so damn fast
Never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world
Funny how shit come together sometimes, you dig?
One moment, you frequent the booty clubs, and the next four years, you and somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n
Now, that's a beautiful thang
That's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real-life situations, that is
Can't gamble feeding a baby on that dope money
Might not always be sufficient
But the United Parcel Service and the people at the post office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss
So now, you back in the trap
Just that: trapped!
Go'n' and marinate on that for a minute
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja
It's just major right here, you know what I'm saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man
Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what I'm saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop
We handling the Earth right now you niggas don't even know
For sure
You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldn't be the same
You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what I'm sayin'? Some people don't wanna hear the same old thing over and over
No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? It's like yo, niggas don't even know, son, yo we gon' play some funky shit for ya
That's right
Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga
From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that, yeah!
Hit this Henny
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
Your momma and your cousin, too
Rolling down the strip on Vogues
Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors
Me and you
It's like that now
You better go on and get the hump up out your back now
It's about fo' or five cats off in my 'Lac now
We just shoot game in the form of story raps now
It's like that now, it's like that now
Grandmama: Keisha, Keisha! Cut that loud mess off, you hear all that thunderin' and lightnin', and get off that telephone!
Keisha: Ugh, alright
Child 1: Grandmama, what’s all that noise?
Child 2: I’m scared
Grandmama: Baby, don’t be scared. It's gonna be alright. It’s just the Lord doin' His work, okay?
I like the way you move
I like the way you move, woo-ooh-ooh
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I love the way you move
I love the way you move, woo-ooh-ooh
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
Hey, baby, girl, don't you stop me
Come on, lady, dance all around me
You  You look so fine 
You driving me  Out of my mind
 Ooh, baby, if I could
I would just leave with you, baby
Oooh, 'cause you light me, andd excite me
And you know, you got me, baby, ooh!
I like the way you move 
I like the way you move , woo-ooh-ooh
I love the way you move
I love the way , I love the way 
I love the way you move 
I love the way you move , woo-ooh-ooh
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way
I like the way you move
I like the way you move, woo-ooh-ooh
I love the way you move
I love the way, I love the way...
Gangsta 
Ooh 
Gangsta 
Ooh 
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gon' represent it to the T-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gon' represent it to the T-top
Born and bred up on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollerin' "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
This is uh… a lil'… tune that we composed back on the first album
I know a lot of y'all, uh, playas out there thought we wasn't gon' come back at y'all with this thang here, but… it go a lil' some' like this!
Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some
Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb
Deaf and fine,
they be asking me all about mine
How she doing how she be, I know she’s sipping that wine
Behind my back they squawk like vultures
Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby
Hey he faking it like these sculptured nails
But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer
'Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her
Tricks hollin' they got
rank
Tricks hollin' they got rank
Tricks hollin' they got rank
Tricks hollin' they got rank
Tricks hollin' they got rank
Tricks hollin' they got rank
Tricks hollin' they got rank
Tricks hollin' they got
rank
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happening, all day ery'day
Here's a little something for the players out there hustling
Getting down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur, Da 'Briar
You know, niggas worldwide
Down, for theirs
All the players came from far and wide
Wearing afros and braids, kicking them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happening, all day ery'day
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga, right"
But you gave me your number anyway,
you were on the talcum
Powder
—
how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a Mission Impo–ssible
We were both the same age, but I
Suppose, wasn't on the same page, but in
The same book of life,
so I'd page you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you're on your way to school
We started hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head, I'm thinking, "Cool"
Just when I think I'm going down your shirt
You're hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley
If your hometown would be Heaven or Hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
Therefore, hard to tell
You'd drop me off by the Dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
"Now, are these niggas in this house up to something?
Selling crack, sack by sack, so they could function?"
W-W-Well, yes and no
Yes, we were selling it, but no, it wasn't blow
Cook it in the basement, then move it at a show
Then grab the microphone, and everybody yelled, "Ho!"
Meanwhile, the video starts playing
BET, college radio, and a van
Packed full of niggas with a blunt in their hand
And one in they ear—you know what I'm saying, but
I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip-flip with the roam-roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home, but
When I got home, I never did
By the time I did, heard that you'd had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur who replied, "See you later"
When he got the good news—that's life, shit
Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
Got a plaque, but I'm living with my Pop-Pop
So I got a Glock
and a LoJack
Yeah, kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much, 'cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more; follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing you, tell me, then I'll double back
But keep in mind: At the time, "Keep it real" was the phrase
Silly when said now, but those were the days
When Spring Break and Daytona
And Freakniks made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the South, but that ain't a Kodak
Moment;
on went myself and Big Bo—
Well, you knew hm as "'Twan"
That's right—you were around before this shit begun
Well 'Twan had a daughter and
Sorta was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like Jack
Laughed and cried and drive it back with some 'gnac
Girls used to say, "Y'all talk funny. Y'all from the islands?"
And I'd laugh, and they'd just keep smiling
"No, I'm from Atlanta, baby; he from Savannah—
maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down; hey, we
Gotta go because the bus is pulling out in thirty minutes"
She's playing tennis, disturbing the tenants
Fifteen-love, fit like glove
Description is like fifteen doves
In a jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose—agree?
Enough about me—how's about you? How's the lil' kid?
She was about two the last time we spoke
I hadn't smoked or took a shot of drink
'Cause I'd start the second album off on another note; now—
That note threw some niggas in the hood off
But see, I'd balled out, and 'fore I'd fall out
I'd slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain was that fried egg, I might need
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor, staring
So changing my style was like relief for the primitive beast
Yes, I was on the rise, yeast was the street
To make bread, never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
I'd meet Muslims, gangstas, bitches, rastas
And macaroni niggas: "impastas"
So, on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dreads with
Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them phases trying to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
Now, you know her as Erykah "On & On" Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone, "Why you—
Do that girl like that, boy? You ought to be ashamed"
The song wasn't about me, and that ain't my name
Were young, in love; in short, we had fun
No regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of "Seven"
And he's five; by the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the 'rithmetic, me do the language arts
Y'all stand against the wall blindfolded; we throw the darts
To poke you in the heart and take you from the start
To when "luxury transportation" meant a MARTA card
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays' mama
Or her daddy let her borrow the Benz, because she smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that Rabbit that's been sitting in his yard
You fix it up, you trick it out
You give it rims, you give it bump
You give it all your time because that's all you can think about
And that's as far as I got
"And that's as far as I got, and where I wanted to go, knowing, the whole summer, that's all you could think about. Even though if you cut it off and start that bitch up, you need a jump, like you need and you want to grow, and you change all the time. So that Rabbit that you thought about that whole summer—the next summer, you didn't want that Rabbit no more. You wanted something bigger and better."
"So the summer passed and now the Rabbit's old?"
"Right... right, so now you want a Cadillac..."
I hope that you're the one
If not, you are the prototype
We'll tiptoe to the sun
And do things I know you like
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
 Today must be my lucky day
Baby, you are the prototype
Do something out of the ordinary
Like catch a matinée
Baby, you are the prototype
 I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
If we happen to part
Lord knows I don't want that, but hey
We can't be mad at God
We met today for a reason
I think I'm on the right track now
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
 Let's go to the movies, yeah
And, action!
Come here
Nah, come here
Uh-uh, I said, come here
Come here
I think I'm in love again 
I think I'm in love again
I wanna say, Stank you  very much
For picking me up and bringing me back to this world
I think I'm in love again
I can't afford to not record
I think I'm in love again
I think I wanna say Stank you, Stank you smelly much
I think I'm in love again
For pickin' me up, pickin' me up out to this world 
Hey, hey John 
Are we recording our ad libs?
I think I'm in love again
Really? Were we recording just then?
Let me hear that, that first one when I first- 
I think I'm in love again
I think I'm in love again
I must admit, they planted a lot of things
In the brains and the veins of my strain
Makes it hard to refrain, from the host of cocaine
From them whores, from the flame
From a post in the game
Makes it hard to maintain focus
They're from the Glock rounds, and lockdowns, and burials
The seeds that sow, get devoured by the same locusts
Cause it's a hard row to ho
If your ass don't move, and the rain don't fall
And the ground just dry
But the roots are strong, so some survive
So you're surprised, now I'm bustin cries
You got more juice than Zeus
Slangin lightnin tryin to frighten
Plains dwellers, of the Serengeti
But get beheaded when you falsely dreaded
Melanin silicon and collagen injected
Dissectin my pride, fool I don't wanna get it started
We be the lionhearted, without infanticide
It's like that red sprite, you can't imagine it
Unless you lookin at the canvas of life
And not through the peephole of mortality
Single minded mentality
Gettin over on loopholes
Gettin paid two-fold on technicalities
Clickin your heels, scared to voice how you feel
Packing steel
Pickin cotton from the killing fields with no toe, though
I don't think we in Kansas no mo' though
Midwest or Dirty South
Clean dressed or dirty mouth
Whether robbin preachers
or
killin Poor Righteous Teachers
You a scared demon
Shouldn't be allowed to spread semen
And you cowardly lions never defyin the jackals of Babel
Runnin with they pack, tail between your legs
Though the mane on your head say the story
As you downplay your glory
Cacklin, helpin the shacklin of your brethren happening
Just by rappin'
Libertad
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high nigga
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for you and I
That's why
Y'all telling me that I need to get out and vote, huh, why?
Ain't nobody black running but crac-kers, so, why
I got to register?
I thinking of better shit to do with my time
Never smelled aroma of diploma, but I write the deep ass rhymes
So let me take y'all way
Back to when a nigga stayed in Southwest Atlanta, ay
Y'all could not tell me nothing, thought I hit that bottom rock
At age 13, start working at the loading dock
They laying my mama off of work, General Motors tripping
But I come home banked like Hank, from licking and dipping
Doing dumb shit, not knowing what a nigga know now
Yeah, that petty shit will have you cased up and locked down
I dips, over to East Point still actin' a fool
Wasting my time in the school, I'd rather be shooting pool
Cool is how I played the tenth grade
I thought it was all about macking hoes and wearing pimp fade
Instead of being in class, I'd rather be up in some ass
Not thinking about them six courses that I need to pass
Graduation rolled around like rolly-pollies
Damn, that's fucked up, I should've listened when my mama told me
That, if you play now, you gonna suffer later
Figured she was talking yang yang so I payed her no attention
And kept missing the point she tried to poke me with
The doper that I get, the more I'm feeling broke as shit
Huh, but that don't matter though, I am an O-U-T-Kast
So get up off your ass
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time tryna get high
You need git up, git out and git something
How will you make it if you never even try?
You need to git up, git out and git something
Cause you and I got to do for you and I
You need to...
You need to...
You need to...
You need to...
"Baby, did you hear that?" "Yeah, baby, I heard it too"
Look out the window, golly, the sky is electric blue
Mama Earth is dying and crying because of you
Raining cats and jackals
,
all shackles disintegrate to residue
Silly mortals haven't a clue as to what the fuck is going on
I'm on the telephone dialing the Dungeon 
This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the Earth and travel carefully
Baby, grab the baby, cause baby, it ain't much time
Mama Earth is tossing and turning and that's a sign
Omega nigga I.F.O.s are landing in Decatur
Hope I'm not over your head, but if so you will catch on later
Played the track,
guess she could not take it anymo'
Raping her heavenly body like a ho, coochie so'
From niggas constantly fucking her, never loving her
Never showing appreciation, busting nuts in her face when they done
"Who said good folks is not supposed to die?"
The sky is falling, nobody balling, they done gave back they guns
For some tickets to the playoffs, but the Hornets, they won
Nigga, we slum, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing in the house cause I knew they'd try to ram me
But I'm stabbing, making a path on expressway the best way I know how
Look up in the sky, east, west, no clouds
Him coming now, fuck that money now
I ask my honey how she feeling and is Jordan okay? "Yeah, yeah, she chillin'"
We should be at The Dungeon shortly,
ain't nobody on they porch, see?
Approaching the final exit, I'm thinking I see four horsies
But I don't though, nigga, you won't know until it's on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia but at the Dungeon I know they're smoking
Writing the raps and doing the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion
,
I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distortion
"Who said good folks is not supposed to die?"
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
All's well, nothing's well
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of yesterday
Our dearly beloved, we are gathered like soap is to lather we come clean
Some issues need to be addressed like envelopes I mean
Oh, like Liberty Bells, yes them bullets keep on ringing
On fire like the Georgia Mass Choir, we keep on sanging
Bringing our folks closer together cause they severed us from the get green
Light and we ain't gon' stop until we hit the big screen
Psych, because no one is free when others are oppressed
So, we hit the stage and then we fly back to our nest
Growing old
Like some eagles,
people don't understand
Just like their parents don't be caring
I'm speaking bout you playing with that phony stuff you sharing
In your raps Mercedes Benz and all your riches
Thinking you got it but get it, get it but you ain't pimping no bitches
'Cause you flauging; falling like leaves into driveways
Isn't it lovely smoking good and sloppy head on highways
Fridays are tight but Saturday just makes it old
Winter nights are hot warm enough to feed your soul
Growing old
Something's gotta change
Sounds of laughter and happiness turn my teardrops to rain
Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
Looks like breezes of Autumn done finally blew my way
Like memories of yesterday
See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
See all them leaves must fall down, growing old
Fat titties turn to teardrops as fat ass turns to flab
Sores that was open wounds eventually turn to scab
Trees bright and green turn yellow-brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin' old
It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods
,
Coupes to De Villes
Hitting Girbauds and off these flows we having the playa chill
In this atmosphere this ain't no practice here
We cutting the fool now
I'm doing ya at the house and throwing you out because I'm through now
Don't you love the way we claiming Bankhead, stankhead
Looking around the SWATS for the herb that's never tainted
Fainted when you heard the burban serving on the block
And all you biting individuals need to check yourselfs and stop
Yeah, tight like nuts and bolts,
sluts and hoes they get evicted
I'm dealing wit Queens in my castle—ain't worth it to risk it
Now tricks be looking at me like I'm they way up out the projects
Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
Or no diamond; at the exit with a sign saying "We'll rap for food"
My face is bawled up cause I ain't in a happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the Windex
'Cause somewhere in my life I done went wrong just like a syntax error
Bring the terror to your dome like PE
Prone to finish this out cause this be a freestyle
Now who them boys that be having the crunk every occasion?
This side niggas dustin', that side niggas lacin'
But in the middle we stay calm
We just drop–
My faith in you
My faith in you
My faith in you 
My faith in you
My faith in you
My faith in you
My faith—
She lives in my lap
You've got me open wide
Oh, she lives in my lap
It's yours, I'm yours
Play, baby, play
She lives in my lap 
Baby, I love you!
Forever my fiancée
She lives in my lap
Play, baby, play
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos
We'll skew it on the bar-b, we ain't tryin to lose
Say, "I'll be goddamned if they done changed the rules"
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos
We'll skew it on the bar-b, we ain't tryin to lose
Say, "I'll be goddamned if they done changed the rules"
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos
We'll skew it on the bar-b, we ain't tryin to lose
Say, "I'll be goddamned if they done changed the rules"
Old school players to new school fools
'Kast keep it jumping like kangaroos
We'll skew it on the bar-b, we ain't tryin to lose
Say, "I'll be goddamned if they done changed the rules"
]
*repeated harmonized chants of "synthesizer" throughout verse*
Data boys are horny tonight
SCSI with a booty in her face
Problem seeking, data searching, access sleeping
Gravity is safe in cyberspace
Cybersexy Wendy web walking in the nude 
Digital good time, digital good time 
Said she'd lapdance on your laptop
While your laptop's in your lap 
Digital good time, digital good time
Cybersexy Wendy web walkin in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
Said she'd tapdance on your laptop
While your laptop's in your lap
Digital good time, digital good time
Digital good time, digital good time
Oooh cybersexy Wendy web walkin in the nude
Digital good time, digital good time
Digital good time, digital good time
Fuzzy logic, their pubic virginity
Wassup, man?
Wassup player, wassup, wassup? What'chu need? What'chu need?
Shit, trying to smoke good like you
Shit, I ain't smoking good, I'm just out here trying to pay these bills, my nigga
What it look like for the Oskie-Wowskie?
Shit, for you? Cause you my nigga, shit, 65
65?
Yup, yeah
You don' charged me 50 the other day
It's some of that goddamn LA, some of that west coast
So it must've had a fifteen-dollar plane ticket added on to the motherfucker
Aye, shit, aye, I ain't the one to put the tag on it, my nigga, I just sell to you just the way I get it, know what I'm saying?
Stems and seeds and everything, huh?
Shit, you know how it go, playa
Well, I'mma tell it like this, I can't even smoke like that so you can go on and keep that
Shit, I holla at you later then
I'll holler at you to then, don't holla at me no more
Shit, holla at you
Bye, nigga
Yo
Yeah, first of all, yanamsayin', I wanna thank God. Just—namsayin'—dead serious. 'Cause if it wasn't for him, yanamsayin', we wouldn't be here. But it's like this though: I'm tired of folks, yanamsayin'—them closed-minded folks, yanamsayin'. It's like we got a demo tape and don't nobody wanna hear it
But it's like this, the South got somethin' to say. That's all I got to say
Turn on the TV and everything is lookin' dismal
Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet, Pepto-Bismol
Need it for my stomach 'cause my tummy kinda aches
Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate
Wait, back to the enemy of the state
Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate?
Debate, now even the black box hold the fate
Clueless like Shaggy and Scooby befo' commercial break
Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this
If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list
I know you goin' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list
When it come to this music, we stay relentless
Pursuing all that's pursuable
Doing, God-willing, all things that are doable
The only liable limitation is yourself, Dre
Set it on the right and I'll set it on the left, 'cause
'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down
And the whole world loves it when you make that sound
And the whole world loves it when you're in the news
And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin
Bout fo' niggas and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin
But they choosin
Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial
I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls
Cause that just what I'm used to
I mean that
The first that look my way just gon' get splack packed
From the front to the back
this cognac got my throat burnin like burlap
Everybody cheesin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like Pleasers
These hookers they praisin my crew
Like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus
The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie
She thought we was some motherfuckin genies
So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended
Told her, and her silly friends
"Get out" before they got offended
To the La Quinta we went, layin them hoes down
On the freestyle tip, geyeah!
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Permecito, senorita, mamacita
Mira mira, what's your name? Maria
Same as mi tia, de Colombia
I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nuttin for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here tryin to feed my baby
Lil Bre, can't you see? Sheeyit
Do it one more time, sheeyit
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Mamacita, papadonna
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for yo' slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature now's on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
Officer of the most high
You touch me, you touch the apple of his eye
If they kick us out, where will we go?
Not to Africa 'cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kinfolk
Still eating pork
Abomination, desecration for beating flesh
Penalty for violation is death
Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker
on Judgment Day
Hip-hip-hooray!
Mystery,
Babylon the great
The mother of harlots is falling,
prophecy must be fulfilled
The lake of fire is calling
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
Well burn muthafucka burn American dreams
Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie?
We'll snap for yo' slice of life I'm tellin' ya why
I hear that Mother Nature now's on birth control
The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold
The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll
Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go
Hootie Hoo, Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
Yeah, Hootie Hoo
Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
Hootie Hoo, Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out always 
Okay, like this, yes, yes
One time for my boys doing King shit
Two times, too legit and it don't quit
Three times for my folks in the drop top
Four times, OutKast and it don't stop
One time for my girls doing Queen thangs
Dead fresh to the T, eating chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times, OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheelz of steel
Now, show me how you feel
Touched by the wheelz of steel...
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day 
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day 
Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's
Happy Valentine's Day 
Happy Valentine's, fuck that Valentine's
Fuck that Valentine's Day 
Fuck that Valentine's, fuck that Valentine's
Fuck that Valentine's Day 
Fuck that Valentine's, fuck that Valentine's
Fuck that Valentine's Day 
Fuck that Valentine's, fuck that Valentine's
Fuck that Valentine's Day 
Fuck that Valentine's, fuck that Valentine's
Fuck that Valentine's Day
Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on Trues
And Vogues for the hoes only when we rolling through
Atlanta skies be blue, the sun is beaming, it's seeming
That I'm glistening, rather gleaming
20/20 got me leaning to the side, full of pride
Now ain't that something?
I'm dipping into your hood, this ain't Braille, but I'm bumping
Thumping out the roaches, Dungeon if y'all missed it
Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, PA, OutKast, Southernplayalistic
It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
Now, players if you choose it
You better make sure you don't abuse it
We gonna get cha high, high
It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
Now, players if you choose it
You better make sure you don't abuse it
We gonna get cha high, high
It's that Southernplayalisticadillac funky music
Now, players if you choose it
You better make sure you don't abuse it
We gonna get cha high, high
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there
And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence — is that right?
But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm growin' up, showin' up, blowin' up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin' about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool
We just keep it goin' and make new shit
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang
Hold on, I'm 'bout to call my girl
Man, see, how weak yo game is?
Shut up, you ain't even got one, shut up
Hello?
Wassup?
Wassup?
Get yo ass in here!
I gotta go
Hold up
Mark wants- Mark wanna know if he can get some cut-up
Some cut-up?
Ain't no cut-up going here, I'll cut y'all ass up!
Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out
You dig in, you dig out, you get out
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick 
Find a way to get in, to fit in, to get on
To get out, without a doubt
GhettoMusick
GhettoMusick
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
How I feel
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you, you?
I just want you to know how I feel
Feeling good, feeling great
How I feel
Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
Everybody's a player, wearing them Kangols on their head
Thinking it's all about your clothes, nigga, it's all about your self
The way you feel about your life, the times that you done shared with
Your friends and family,
up and down like hoes give head
To dicks, oh, six, serving them in the mix, but ain't no mystery
You know the history about this clique, bitch
Oh, what, you want me to call you slut?
Then why you fucking all them niggas letting them all up in your guts
But see that AIDS I'm afraid that's why I play the quiet role
I lay in the cut, every month thinking I'll let that fire roll
Like chimneys, and smoke signals, maybe peace pipes even
My partners call me Big Boi and my first name is not Steven
In the mainstream, home team banging them with these hits
In the mix, flowing like some motherfucking swordfish
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the mainstream
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps , Mack daddies
It's all about that cess in yo' chest 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps , Mack daddies
It's all about that cess in yo' chest 
It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm traveling
Do more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac
I got that nigga Dre, he riding shotgun
And got my pump under my seat
In case these youngsters wanna have some fun
I'd do it if I have to, busting caps with this, a heater
Load it clip up after clip, I'm packing my gauge, if I feel it
The Glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters
See, I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers
So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast you?
You 'posed to be the quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster
1-2-3, you need to think about the future
Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead
From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave
You fucking slave, you better try another way
To take me out is truly something difficult
Don't even run up on me unless you want your brain broke
I'm out of bullets, letting loose my last clip
I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped
Yeah, that's how I do
You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps , Mack daddies
It's all about that cess in yo' chest 
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
We's having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane
It's just a pimps , Mack daddies
It's all about that cess in yo' chest 
Yeah, and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfucking
Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas
Around the East Point way
College Park is really on the map
We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped
With the motherfucking guns and the motherfucking Glocks
The heaters, the gats, nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop
The circumcision has already begun
Desensitizing the very thing or thang
That brought you into this motherfucker in the first place
And when I say "motherfucker", I do mean "motherfucker"
Because Mother Earth is dying
And we continue to fuck her to death
Play with your own score sheet
Become the master of your own 'bation
And yes, God is watching you
But no need to be embarrassed
For the future is in your hands
No, the future is in your hand
Play with your own score sheet
Every boy and girl, woman to man
When you feel you've done about the best you can
Motherfuck the wagon, come join the band
Vibrate, vibrate higher
Every boy and girl, woman to man
When you feel you've done about the best you can
Motherfuck the wagon, come join the band
Vibrate, vibrate higher
*Computerized voice*
L-O-V-E...
Not...
Found...
I'm wild, just like a rock, a stone, a tree
And I'm free, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I flow, just like a brook, a stream, the rain
And I fly, just like a bird up in the sky
And I'll surely die, just like a flower plucked
And dragged away and thrown away
And then one day, it turns to clay
It blows away, it finds a ray, it finds its way
And there it lays, until the rain and sun
Then I breathe, just like the wind the breeze that blows
And I grow, just like a baby breastfeeding
And it's beautiful, that's life and that's life 
And that's life and that's life
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've got to re-route my dreams
Humble as a mumble in the jungles
Of shouts and screams
That's the way the cracker crumbles
So I guess I've gotta re-route my dreams
Y'all can't harm me, it's over
Shhhh
Hush
Shhhh
Hush
Shhhh
Hush
Shhhh
Hush
From the weave to the fake eyes
To the fake nails, down to the toes
Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez
Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez
From the weave to the fake eyes
To the fake nails, down to the toes
Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez
Ha ha ha ha! We luv deez hoez
Me and everything around me is unstable like Chernobyl
Ready to go at any moment, jumping like a pogo stick
Life never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience
Expect the worse, but now I'm pacin'
back and forth
Inside, I'm melting like water on wicked witches
A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences
I had the best of life in my clenches, but monkey wrenches was thrown
Like chairs kings sit on
,
my prayers seem too long
I fall asleep before the ending, don't even get to say "amen"
I hope He understands I be on bended knees
At times, I think I'm crazy, then I say "forget it"
Or maybe it's the devil infiltrating and
,
like Riddick
Bowe, I've been fighting this since them fetus days
I count from one to twenty, when I'm through, repeat the phrase
"It's just a phase, it's gon' all pass", but that gets old too
I'm weakenin' like a deacon doing dirt
What am I s'posed do?
]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh
See, from bedknobs to broomsticks
, we lookin' to start some new shit
I'm writing this rhyme in faith, so when you hear it, hope you true it
My nigga, you do it like swooshes
,
the lyrical cleanse and new sense
Wiping away your germs and filling your craniums with juices
See, Mo goes on, my slick flow flows on
Straight from West Savannah, Georgia, but the S.W.A.T.S. is my home
Never go wrong, 'cause the click is tighter than gnat ass and that bad
Mosquito, now we goes,
"I'm proud of you people
For selling your crack in sacks, I'm glad I'm white, not black"
Shit, on the real, that's how them mighties really act
When your back was turned, them slackers learned and now we fallin' apart
You lookin' me in my eye, but you ain't feelin' me in your heart
Yes, yes, Lord, give me the power, we live in the final hour
These niggas, they leavin' me stranded like Rapunzel in the tower
Now or never, let's stick together and overcome
But they don't feel like marching, 'cause they shoes is overrun
Ain't that a bitch?
]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh
Planets and stars
Earth, Jupiter, Mars
Clothes, hoes, cars
It's who you are
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh, uh uh uh uh uh uh
Planets and stars
Earth, Jupiter, Mars
Clothes, hoes, cars
It's who you are
Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on chrome and rubber bands
Paint looking like Candyland
,
it's Slimm, the southpaw triggerman
Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoes and then you skate, back to the block wit the deflate
Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake
A young nigga holdin big face foldin'
Pimps are known for catching runaways
A good hustler's known to keep his gun away
First nigga run up and try to jack mine
First nigga fuck up to get flat-lined
Pack still stainless Coupe and Verts brainless
Y'all don't wanna fuck wit me,
the trunk be  bangin
Off the chain danglin', y'all know that I'm from CP
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Outkast, Goodie Mob and the Dungeon clique
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Dirty South nigga we straight gangsta pimps
OutKast with a K, yeah, them niggas are hard
Harder than a nigga tryna impress God
We'll pull your whole deck, fuck pulling your card
And still take my guitar and take a walk in the park
Any play the sweetest melody the street ever heard
Now bitches sucking on my nouns and I'm eating their verbs
Get full, and niggas, niggas
Pop, pop, lock, lock to the, to the beat, beat
As if pitbulls went out of style,
made a vow to myself
If it's for the wealth I'll stop, well put it like this
It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop
Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer or fall
I dont stall, slow drag wit' your brain against the wall
Yeah, nigga, naw, we lean to the side don't fall
All y'all fuckboys, tuck toys inside your pants
Just to pull it out, point it at the ground and make a nigga wanna dance
Now what that be for? You're on that reefer and on that 2Pac
In front of them ooh-wops, trying to show out, that's the ho route
Talking loud talking bout that's gangsta shit
The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it
So remember that, OutKast, Goodie Mo-B
Still standin for somethin while y'all fallin for nothin
Stop dyin over this lil concrete and lil paper
We get this shit together our power's in numbers
You can deny the lie but you can't deny the truth
You scared, you scared, say you scared!
'Cause they know where you live
And they've seen what ya drive
And they say they gonna put one in your helmet
'Cause you brag 'bout that watch
And all them things that you got
Them dirty boys turn your poundcake to red velvet
Nigga, you better dial 404-485, well bump all that
But shit, you'd better call before you get here, and that's a fact
Before you get your feelings hurt
Because you caught me playing nurse
With a stethoscope running around in one of those cute, short white skirts
I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't respond to Aloysius
Peeped in the window, saw me cooking shrimp
In high heels and washing dishes for Daddy Fat Sax
And it was something I couldn't explain
I know it's a dirty, dirty game, but you should've called before you came, uh-ye-yeah-uh
I'll call before I come
I won't just pop over, out the blue
I hope that you do too
I'll call before I come
I won't just pop up over, out the blue
No, after you
Nada de novo vem do sol
Tudo de novo vem do nosso senhor
A vida é uma continuação
O nosso senhor é que dá a nossa vida, ámen
You can be sure
Some go low to get high
You may hurt till you cry
You may die 
Keep on trying 
'Til it's summer, in the city
'Til it's summer, in the city
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums,
we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines
Power, power, I come, gimme some
The deadly voice over drums,
we from, ATL
Put tha SWATS SWATS on yo' car
Let's travel far, tha Southern star shines
It's some hoes in this house, damn right
I'm thinking about the way you skull me, girls be
Sucking me dry like deserts Mojave
,
Gotti
, hotties and honeydips
Liking the way you do me, screw me and make my money flip
Shaking that ass for daddy, putting this gas off in my Cadi-llac
Back
,
don't ever snap, packing the gats and pimping whores
Hors d'oeuvres, swerve, hit the curb because I'm reckless
Back in the days when I was broke I'd snatch your fucking necklace
You ol' pussy-ass nigga... yeah
Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful you
You're looking deliciously divine darling you really and truly do
The very thought of has got me running at the speed of love
Exploring everything about you from the ground to the God above
Suddenly I started dreaming, traveling in time so fast
I could almost taste outer space
I saw the face of God and looked like you and me too
Hello, I'm the man that God made you for
Profound don't think, okay let's put this poetry in motion
I'm shining simply because mother earth I'm your son
Our entire circumference engulfed in emotion
Forever's gonna be so fun
Slum beautiful, driving I plum crazy
Slum beautiful, soul, but so amazing
I don't know but, it seem like uh, your daddy must have gave you
A teaspoon of honey every night before you went to bed
Or was it a pack of Now & Laters cause you're the sweetest thing on my head
And I'd like to say that I'd love to make love to every molecule of you
And if you want to spontaneously combust that's what we'll do in unison
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
]
1979, Dirty South, local lounge
I never thought that alcohol could ease the notion of the sadness
Now what done used to be a happy home done turned into some bad shit
Graphic, language, mild violence and the silence of the the fams
No members to remember but I know just who I am
I've grown into a man and like my nigga said
We executed the dungeon plan 'cause we got that 
]
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness is done
When your goose is cooked
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
Are you alien?
Out of this world
In the zone like Keyser Söze, always the Usual Suspect
No check, all I got in this game is my respect
And Southern pride, I'd be, checking my fucking head
Scared, looking up in your face, boy, I see dead
If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies
in the P's, freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I?
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs
Only the twenty piece mojo
,
flows on like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low could your hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
Never baking, rebuking Satan
,
we had you waiting
For the Second Coming, funny how time flies when you're rhyming
LaFace Records,
I think they got that perfect timing
To be doper than Saddam, believe the Nation of Islam
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffing that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they boundaries
Huh, OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm
I felt the pressure like sun shining, while raining
At the same time, I kept on rhyming, not complaining
Storm braining cats and dogs,
my catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs
And Rosco P. Col' people,
who caboose my locomotive
But enough of that, everyone can rap but let's say gift, suppose if
I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I
Compose, won't y'all get sick of that, 'cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born
Keep that shit up outta my zone
Long as you happy, then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fucking guts, go 'head and dap me
'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway
And then go home and pray for your ass later
'Cause we might need you in this war, I'm wailing on you traitors
Like that
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want to
The game is over k.b. baby won't you
Just quit the contemplating 'cause
I'll box you in your muthafuckin' mouth
A whey you want come dis
When you know you nuh fit
You better move you bombo
Before me start trip
Nuff a them a talk OutKast
Nuff a them a trip
Nuff a them come in like a bitch
Whey wear slip
A J-Sweet me name an' me already Chris
A OutKast me spar wid
So boy nuh try dis
If you dis boy shot knaw go miss
Gun shot a go teck you just like fits
Boy hear me song an' thought a remix
Brand new tune platinum hits
We nah gon' run and switch like no bitch
OutKast, J-Sweet, Killer Mike
I don't want to move too fast, but
Can't resist your sexy ass
Just spread, spread for me
Don't want to come on too strong, but
I'll play in you all day long
Just spread, spread for me
Don't want to make you feel strange, but
Don't let these words be in vain
So spread, spread for me
Nature knows that I want you, but
Not unless you want me too
So spread, spread for me
The morning after...
There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggas killing niggas they don't understand 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Ah, shit now
Coming in like two fat hoes sitting off on Corn Flakes
Dropping these things like French fries in hot grease
Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast
The J-O-I, just to let y'all niggas know
Forever pimping, never slipping, that's how it is
That how it's gon' be, that's how it was in the past
That's how it's gon' be in the futures, nigga
It's all day everyday, so what you wanna do with it?
Bring that shit on, know what I'm saying? Yeah
There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggas killing niggas they don't understand 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
Niggas killing niggas they don't understand 
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
There's only so much time left in this crazy world
I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb
The morning after...
What time is it? 7:48!
Where, where are my, where are my
Where, where are my panties?
Oh my God, where are my panties?
Damn, where? I don't–
He gon' think I'm a ho
Fuck that, I liked it
I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway
Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty
Mmm, but he don't even know my name
I know she think I just think she some kind of ho
I don't give a shit about givin' it up on the first night
That's just lettin' me know
She know what she want outta life
What a hell of a way to goddamn wake up
Ooh, that shit was good
Oh, maybe she'd get me some breakfast?
And, she so goddamn sweet, sweet as she wanna be
Ooh, I just lay, ooh, I wanna lay in her hair
You can't fall for it, don't fall for it,
Ice Cold 
Maybe I just roll over and just lay on her booty, yeah
Naw, no, no
Nah, just lay here and be cool, be cool, Ice Cold 
But what if she's the–
What if she, what if she, what if she's the one?
Young Hov in the place to be 
Big Boi in the place to be 
André 3000 , shout out to public housing 
I brought the whole hood with me 
Young Hov in the place to be 
Big Boi in the place to be 
André 3000 , shout out to public housing 
I brought the whole hood with me 
Don't you like to groove in your hoopty
In your old flip-flops or choose to wear your tennis shoes?
Does it matter to you
That OutKast, we got that skunk for y'all
Keep that pump for y'all
When I'm in the mood, I rock the S. Dot tennis shoes
As a interlude, I got the Gucci flip-flops
And I fix it up like gin and juice when I'm in them interviews
Dudes wanna know what he copped
And where you got that, and how could they buy that
"Where the million-dollar watch at?" Stop that!
"Why that? Why this?" Niggas wanna hijack the flyness
I'm on a whole 'nother plane 
A whole different lane, a whole 'nother game that I'm playin' 
Understand what I'm saying?
Hov' and OutKast, what you think about that?
Really don't matter, though, what you niggas chatter, though
Anybody get out of line, then you trust
That the MAC'll go b-r-r-r-r-ap 
Got you chilled for that alone
Back on the shit, back on the strip
Another hit, I'm not gon' miss
Don't you like to groove in your hoopty
In your old flip-flops or choose to wear your tennis shoes?
Does it matter to you
That OutKast, we got that skunk for y'all
Keep that pump for y'all
Y-Yeah
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a number
Age ain't nothin' but a number, number, number, number–ber
Pretty pink, baby blue
 Why don't you teach me something new?
 We're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby, crawl, baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
 Why don't you teach me something new?
 We're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby, crawl, baby
Miss Lady, you could have been born a little later—but I don't care
So what if your head sports a couple of grey hairs?
Same here, and, actually, I think that's funky
Miss Lady—it looks to me like you need a little juice in your life
Call me when that big ol' house gets lonely-fied
And I'll teleport from here to there
You show me how it's supposed to be done
I'll make sure you have young fun
Pretty pink, baby blue
 Why don't you teach me something new?
 We're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby, crawl, baby
Pretty pink, baby blue
 Why don't you teach me something new?
 We're all just babies in my view
So crawl, baby, crawl, baby
You're sophisticated
Just me and Miss Lady
You've got me talkin' like a baby 
 She's sophisticated 
Just me and Miss Lady 
You got me talkin' like a baby, like "ga-ga" and "goo-goo"
Oh, mo-mmauhhhhhhh, yeah
You're sophisticated 
Just me and Miss Lady 
You got me talkin' like a baby 
Teach me somethin' new
You're sophisticated
Just me and Miss Lady
You got me talkin' like a baby
Sophisticated
Just me and Miss Lady
Have you heard the news today?
They say a little 14-year old little girl had a baby on the way
Too much for her little mind to bear
And that type of news to her Mama she cannot spare
Toilet Tisha, damn we miss you
Toilet Tisha is the issue
Damn we miss you, Toilet Tisha
Damn we miss you
Tisha? Tisha! Tisha, girl what you doing?
Oh my god, oh, Tisha, Tisha!
Ah, no! Tisha! Tisha!
Ah, no! Not my baby!
Ah, no! I love you, no!
Ah, good Lord, ah!
Don't go away
Don't you dare go away from me, girl—I can help you
Don't go away dont you dare leave
Don't go away, it ain't a thang
Don't go away
Five thousand, one hundred ten days is a short period of time
A mere fourteen years on this precious mother earth
You see Tisha had issues
And her decision making skills were still in its early stages
You know what I'm talking about
Therefore she could not properly handle a blessing in which
She thought to be an obstacle in her path to adulthood
Pause, Just like a brother with a thousand pauses
Should I, shouldn't I, I can't, I have to, Mama will never see me the same
Daddy and Big Mama I know all of them gonna be ashamed of me
Are just a few thoughts racing through her cranium
As she sits on top of the pale, cold porcelain seat in the rear of the house
The unthinkable moments away from becoming reality, sadly with no clue
And no way of expressing her feeling to her mama or anybody else in her life
Tisha done came to the crossroads and now she got to choose
Fatality, fatality, fatality, fatality
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
Even if you pull the pin from your hand grenade
We just can't be amazed
And we some home-made bombs
Finna blow right up in your face
Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
Do-do-do, do, do-do-do
Be careful where you roam cause you might not make it home
Don't you dare ever get lost or get caught up in that sauce
To all you players play ya brims and you hustla chrome ya rims
'Llac and pimps and macks I love the corners that you bend
Y'all, yes, yes, uhh
Stank love
Stank love
Stank love
Stank love
...Hahaha, yeah, let's screw 
Let's screw
Screw
Let's screw, let's screw 
Let's screw, let's screw
For all the Texas boys, and girls
Stank love
Stank love
Oooooh
Stank love
Behold
A lady
I see you standing on the wall 
Clap, clap, you deserve it all 
Behold
A lady
I see you standing on the wall
Clap, clap, you deserve it all
Behold
A lady
I see you standing on the wall
Clap, clap, you deserve it all
Behold
A lady
I see you standing on the wall
If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime
If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime
Music makes the world go 'round
Where it goes 
Ya' just don't know 
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' 'Hey, baby'
Sayin' 'Hey, baby'
So baby, please believe me
Don't you go 
Baby, no, no, no 
My heart is like a marching band
I'm a fan in the stands
Yes I am and I'm hollerin' 'Hey, baby'
Sayin' 'Hey, baby'
Baby, you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and the band
We bringin' the church back to their feet
So wait, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Say wait, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Baby, you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and the band
We bringin' the church back to their feet
So wait, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Say wait, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Hey, oh
Ba-do-ba, ba-do-ba
Hey, oh
Ba-do-ba, ba-do-ba
Baby, take off your cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, don't be so cool
I wanna see you, I wanna see you
Baby, take off your cool
I want to get to know you
Uh, who said good folks is not supposed to die?
The same nigga that said niggas is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I'm sure they got a cure for AIDS but yet it's classified
You wonder why I spit the truth and not to make no dough
To make a difference 'fore this motherfucker up and blow
In pieces
I could think of many reasons
Only when shit is going bad, you want to holla Jesus
Fuck a pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleedin'
From crawling
Got these niggas thinkin' they really ballin'
When they isn't
Don't take my word, there's niggas off in prison
That will tell you
That's locked up for long time and won't sell you no flex
So congregation, will you turn your text
To the book of OutKast, chapter two, verse one
The first one that feel me, jump up and make a joyful noise
You's OutKast-ed, meaning, now you have a choice, like that
Just keep your faith in me
Don't act impatiently
You'll get where you need to be
In due time
Even when things are slow
Hold on and don't let go
I'll give you what I owe
In due time
Just keep your faith in me
Don't act impatiently
You'll get where you need to be
In due time
Even when things are slow
Hold on and don't let go
I'll give you what I owe
In due time
No, I ain't never been pimped by the system
That's because I ain't no slave
Don't be trying to sunbathe
,
never lived off in no cave
Bloody old chap and in this head of mine is full of naps
And the only thing I know is how to fuck and how to rap
Y'all think I'm stupid cause I shoots 'em up like cupid
And if you gave me a basketball, I'll show you how to shoot it
My head's polluted cause I'm zooted, bobbin to the bottom
If a pair of Jordan's came out, y'all figure that I got 'em
But no I don't because I don't be having funds
The gold that I am wearing is really made out of bronze
It weighs a ton and making my neck turn green
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit
And then never taking care of them has just become a habit
I grab my tablet and get busy with the pen
Y'all could not be just like me if y'all was my twin
So you get mad and try to make me inferior
You pissing me off, I'm in that ass like interior
Oh, step in my Cadillac, let's ride through the hood
Eh, why don't you roll that window down so you can see it real good
And take a look at all the pimps and all the pushers and the players
That's living on a whim, thin ice and a prayer
Oh and mayor, can I gets a little backup
Please don't let them Dixie muthafuckas put that flag up
But let me shut up cause they say we equal
Whenever the fuck our record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like...
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like...
I'm getting deeper than that prostitutes vagina
And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China
I roll that black Lac with the crust velvet interior
Niggas try to bite that shit, but their shit is inferior
We rolling thick like the Pillsbury Doughboy
And I don't give a damn, muthafucka cause you know why
The Caucus Mountains and the mutant gene
You try to wipe a nigga like me slam up off the scene
You hairy bastard, work a little bit faster
Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master
You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell
So stay up out the rain, it's beginning to smell like dog, yeah
I wonder how you would be acting if youse in my shoes
You'd probably shit your tight ass draws cause I got a short ass fuse
So what do you really wanna do when I get militant
Thought I was a pimp, flip the script if you can' get with this
They call me Big Boi, I be capping with a big gun
Run up on it if you want it, then you bite the big one, yeah
Uh huh, like that, can you deal with it, D-E-V-I-L
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like...
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page of a book let me look
You let me hit the stage, that's when I got my folks hooked like...
Mighty-I-dee-I-dee-I 
Odee odee odee oooo 
Mighty-I-dee-I-dee-I 
Odee odee odee oooooo
For richer or poorer
Through sickness and in health
'Til death do us part
'Til death do us part
You only live once
Well, not in our case
'Cause we live forever
Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool 
Ludacris, yeah, I keep a Glock in case you like to leak a lot
Meanwhile, crankin' the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx 
So hear ye: "Get the fuck on the ground!"
It's just a phrase you might hear strolling through the A-Town 
They don't believe that, we'll stab them in the abdomen
From College Park, Georgia to College Park, Maryland 
So put your fist up, boy, you wanna romp?
You can Bankhead Bounce or get Eastside Stomped 
Thinking way back before I got mine
Putting bullet-holes through the neighborhood stop signs
Still wild is my adrenaline , yes, ladies and gentlemen
Dinninin! A hundred thou', bitch! Diamonds shimmerin' 
Catch me with a sack of dro, reaching for "The Strap Below"
Or with some nasty hoes, eating pistachios
Y'all driving Subarus, stuck in your cubicles
I'm stuck in the air with weed crumbs under my cuticles
Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom
Serving up emotion once you deep inside the tomb
From embryo to newborn, you can feel me in the womb
Cool, ooh, that's cool
Fourth and goal:
Should I take the three-point field goal for the score?
Or should I roll
Around and take the ball up the middle
The gut—the what—the hole
Cranium overload, overthrowed
Now we got seven more
Points on the board, fa' sho'
B-I-G B-O-I, me, oh, my, I think He's blessing me
Excelling in harmonious melody, boy we got the recipe
Like Ragu, it's in there, giving you some of the best of me
Playa-pimp-gangsta-poet
We gon' spit it, we gon' show it to your ass
"You're a champion" were my dad's last words before he passed
But I know one day, we will once more cross paths
They say, "Big Boi, can you pull it off without your nigga Dre?"
I say, "People, stop the madness, 'cause me and Dre, we okay"
OutKast: "Cell Therapy" to cell division
We done split it down the middle so you can see both the visions
Been spitting damn near ten years—why the fuck would we be quitting?
Fuck nigga!
Oh, lord, how can it be so hard?
To put on a pair of panties much less a pair of jeans or the leotard
But I got to start by complimenting you on your physique
You unique, you best believe I'm gon' skeet once I speak
Spoke, spit, spatter, spat and I macked her just like that
But it takes years of perseverance and experience to get that cat
So why don't I chase this Hennessy down with some of that
On your back, like a cheerleader missing the final stack
As we strut, skip the line through the glass window, glance
We look fine, right on time as we step in the place
The nursery's crunk, we've come to play
Everybody's watching cause them furs just hit the door
While the gator's creeping, crawling, oh so wicked across that floor
To the V.I.P. where we proceed to give you what you need
Throw your hands up if you feel me
Throw your hands up if you feel me
'Cause we well designed, like the finest wine
Feel good to be fly, so don't you ask me why
I got the ladies in line, because they can't deny
So raise your hands to the sky, 'cause we super fly
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah
Crocodile on my feet
Fox fur on my back
Bowtie 'round my neck
That's why they call me the gangsta mack
In the Cadillac, yeah
I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
I hear voices in my head and they keep calling me
Khujo, coming in dope, bring it
I got more problems than the average Joe
So bro don't come 'round me with your flim flam, hot damn
It's a jack, top of the burbs, and my notebook is a bird
K's madness into capping
Throw in a few more logs, so my fire looking through the want ads
And only red hot, desire in your pot is something wicked
But you can't feel it, stick it up your monkey ass
I could let shit ride in the past, now it's time to blast that ass
Shhh... Mr. Knighton take off your hat
Can't even my wear my locs in
Demon eye scoping, oh my, peripheral vision got it
Made you go no holds barred
Decisions, decisions to make, oops, here comes the Goodie Mo crew
And they just might want to battle you
Out with the quickness
The price of living is beginning to be a risky business
Uncaged, Parkay
How do you like the taste of hot butter melting through your biscuits?
This is your brain on drugs, this is your brain...
Dope cut niggas I hang with before there were apartments
In Chappell Forest
, it's gettin horrid
The hunted child is on the prowl, yahhh!!!!!
I let out a call to da wild
I let out a call to da wild
It's like that now
You better go on and get the hump up out your back now
Yeah
It's about four, or five, cats off in my 'Lac now
Yeah
We just, shoot, game in the form of story raps now
Oh
It's like that now, it's like that now
It's like that now
You better go on and get the hump up out your back now
Yeah
It's about four, or five, cats off in my 'Lac now
Yeah
We just, shoot, game in the form of story raps now
Oh
It's like that now, it's like that now
It's like that now
You better go on and get the hump up out your back now
Yeah
It's about four, or five, cats off in my 'Lac now
Yeah
We just, shoot, game in the form of story raps now
Oh
It's like that now, it's like that now
Shit man
Nigga gotta go on and god damn
Get the shit straight when I god damn get out
Well shit
This what really goin down
Whassup my nigga another day the same shit
Punk-ass C.O.'s on a nigga dick
Got me up at three o'clock cookin eggs n' grits
I'm a G from C.P. I can't take the shit
Tryin to hold a nigga down in this country ass town
I'm used to smokin chronic movin pounds
They got a nigga on some "Sir, yessir, left right left"
Throw me in the hole if my ass outta step
They treat you like a motherfuckin slave
Dopefiends find Jesus, swear they saved
Niggas better get they game tight
Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they books
I hear so many lies it make me sick
These niggas called ballers sellin dimes and nicks
I can't wait til the day they let me go
So I can eat some steak and shrimp
Grab a mic, and bust a flow
I'm Audi 5 nigga lights out
Hold it down on the streets until the day that I get out
I'm out man
Yeah
What can make a nigga wanna take another nigga life?
What can make a nigga wanna do another nigga wife?
Like a butter knife
What can make a nigga wanna get his body so high
That can't go to sleep, don't wanna eat?
Pray to God that he don't do crack
What can make a nigga wanna cut a beauty queen raw
Feeling every drip drop she can generate, imitate seesaws?
What can make a nigga wanna fight a whole night club?
Figure that he ought to maybe be a pimp
Simply cause he don't like love
What can make a nigga wanna achy, break all rules?
In a book when it took a lot to get you hooked up to this volume?
What can make a nigga wanna lose all faith in
Anything that he can't feel through his chest wit' sensation?
Hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong
Hold on, be strong
Hold on...
Tapes, CDs, Baby please, you make me want to scream
You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing?
Wax, tapes, CDs, Baby please, you make me want to scream
You're on my team starting first string so why are we arguing?
Throw your fuckin
Throw your neck out
Throw your back out
Throw your neck out
Throw your back out
Throw your neck out
Throw your back out
Throw your neck out
Throw your back out
Sometimes life can keep you down, with your face all in the dirt
Now if you feel that left behind, need to get up and go to church
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh..
Why are we here? Huh? Huh? Huh?
Please tell me - what are we here for?
OW!
Everybody needs a glass of water today
To chase the hate away
You know you've got company comin' over
So you scrub extra hard
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before it's too late, it's too late
Oh, don't nobody wanna grow old alone
Everybody needs someone to rub their shoulders
And scratch their dandruff
And everybody need to quit actin' hard and shit
Before you get your ass whooped 
And everybody needs somebody to love
Before it's too late, it's too late
Love hater, love hater
Hater of love
Love hater, love hater
Hater of love
Love hater, love hater
Hater of love
Love hater
Everybody needs someone to love
Everybody needs someone to love
Everybody needs someone to love
Some say Atlanta
Some say New York
Some say Paris, France
But who knows
Where this flower grows?
God
Come in, God
God, come in, God
Damn, you're a girl? Wow
I guess the reason I'm talkin' to you tonight is
Because I've been doin' a lot of thinkin' and
And I consider myself a pretty cool guy
And I've never cheated on any of my girlfriends
Well, well, except that one little time in Japan, but
That was just some head, and head don't count, right?
Ah, thanks God, I knew you'd understand
Well, I just feel like
Well, to be honest with you
God, I just need a sweet bitch
You know somebody not too
Not too fast, but not too slow
'Cause I don't have it all my damn self
And life ain't easy
You know, you just want somebody by your side
To help smooth that thang out, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
And at this point, I mean, I'm not bein' picky
She doesn't even have to have a big ol' ass, you know?
Just something well proportioned to her body
You know, a nice little tail, you know?
What? You say you, you say you found somebody?
Is she cute? So when do I get to meet her?
Oh God, you're the greatest
Well, I guess I'll talk to you later
Amen
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
A-lady
Ahhh, such sweet sound
The Fiddler on the Fuckin' Roof
Is that Mr. Bentley Fonzworth?
Indeed, it is, sir
Good day, good sir
How do you do? Look fine
Fantastically well, I am certainly not fine by far
But you could say I'm close to spectacular
Close to spectacular? How so?
Open your eyes, spectacular's right in front of you
Whatever you say, you're spectacular
No, I'm fantastically well
Come on, man, make up your mind
A minute ago, you said you were fine
No, I said I'm "close to spectacular"
But I'm meetin' fine in a minute
Close to spectacular? You said you were "fantastically well"
Exactly
Exactly? Which one are you?
"Close to spectacular" or "fantastically well"?
I am certainly and without a doubt fantastically well
And was close to spectacular
But I must say, good sir, you just pissed spectacular off
And don't even mention "exactly"
But here comes "fine" right now
Oh Lord, she is fine
[Spoken Word Outro: Unnamed Woman, Bentley Fonzworth &
André 3000 and Bentley Fonzworth
]
Gentlemen
Behold
A lady
I awaken to sunlight
That's beyond bright; this day will be done right
There is a war just waiting on the other side of the door
But I'll be bringing God to the gunfight
Can't live forever—so, have some fun, right?
Life's a bowl of candy—you can have one, right?
You can handle if tomorrow never come, right?
You get used to singing, if only for one night
But I intend to raise two daughters and a son, right?
And I couldn't've wrote this if I was hopeless
And, see, I focus to provoke this
So open wide for my opinionated opus
Like playing Go Fish, but not below this
Before I go, I thought that you all should know this
Recognize and realize before any regretting
Before you relapse, perhaps you'll consider resetting
Hmm? 
Start over
Again
Everything happens for a reason
Good doesn't come without pain
Start over
Again
Everything happens for a reason
Live, from the center of the Earth
Seven light-years below sea level we go
Welcome to Stankonia, the place from which all funky things come
Would you like to come?
Bounce, baby. 
Bounce. Bounce. 
Two times: bounce, bounce. 
We're bouncing. 
Bounce. 
 Come on, bounce
 Bounce!
Bounce, bounce.  Bounce, bounce
 Come on, bounce. 
 We bouncing now
All that bouncing... 
Niggas ain't even from the A-Town
We got Bankhead right here, southwest Atlanta too strong
Yeah, it's K-Axe, here to let y'all know
Ain't shit changed, just a couple of more names
Yeah, that's right
Organized Noize, JOI, Big Gipp, Big Rube
CeeLo, Goodie Mob, P.A., and the muthafuckin' OutKast
That's right, nigga, we taking that bullshit no mo' in '94
Shit
]
I wonder how you would be actin' if you was in my shoes
So all the real niggas step up like the playas that's in back of me
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song
That no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone
Cliché, the end is near
Cliché, the end is near
Cliché, the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do?
Before I let you leave, I've got to say
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do what's right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for?
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down 
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down 
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
All you Black folks, you must go
All you Mexicans, you must go
And all you poor folks, you must go
Muslims and gays, boy, we hate your ways
So all you bad folks, you must go
: All]
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Here we go, yo, here we go, yo
So what, so what, so what's the scenario?
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Well, I'm gone 
Can I kick it? To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with
fun
that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives it's a plus, love
As the Tribe flies high like a dove
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Well, I'm gone 
Can I kick it? To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the Tribe of the game we're the player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air
NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all
SC, y'all check it out y'all
Virginia, check the rhyme y'all
Check it out, check it out
In London, check the rhyme, y'all
Buggin' out, buggin' out,
buggin
' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out, you're buggin' out
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on
Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita
Ayo
Who’s having a ball?
And you know, they ask me to get on the mic
And they ask me
Can I kick it?
Word
Can I kick it?
Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music cause it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline
The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass
Cause the Tribe originates that feeling of pizazz
It's the universal sound, bless the brothers on the ground
And the ones six below, you didn't have to go
Some say that I'm eccentric cause I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a skunk, I ask
 Now check it out
All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx and Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I said because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop
To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
Everybody in the place ya don't stop
You keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation, heh
Time to go left and not right
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformers, won’t hear the
quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make make make
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together forever
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Gotta get it together for brothers
Gotta get it together for sisters
For mothers and fathers and dead niggas
For non-conformists, one-hitter quitters
For Tyson types and Che figures
Make, make, make
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
Let’s make somethin' happen, let’s make somethin' happen
The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing!
"We’re there!"
"Where?"
"Here!"
A small step for mankind
But a giant step for us
Oompa, loompa, doopa dee doo
I’ve got another puzzle for you
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
SC, Maryland, New Orleans, Motown
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
Chinatown, Spokane, London, Tokyo
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
Houston, Delaware, DC, Dallas
We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man
Going each and every place with the mic in their hand
New York, NJ, NC, VA
Seven times out of ten we listen to our music at night, thus spawned the title of this program
The word, maraud, means to loot
In this case,
we maraud for ears
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves 
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves 
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves 
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves 
"—time is running out on black power advocates in the day and white thighed supporters at night
Every time you see them, they're chasin' some white woman with their tongue hangin' out
Time is running and passing, passing and running, running and passing, passing and running—"
Excursions
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation
Rules di nation
This is our generation, generation, uh huh, yeah
This our generation, generation, uh huh
This our generation, generation, uh huh
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Hot sex on a platter
Don Juice, Don Juice, Don Juice
Phife Dawg what a go on with the crew?
Phife Dawg, that's why I had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Phife Dawg, 'cause your mastermind cook up
Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another
Phife Dawg, them don't want  no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brother 
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Phife Dawg, Don Juice
Phife Dawg what a go on with the crew?
Phife Dawg, that's why I had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Phife Dawg, 'cause your mastermind cook up
Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another
Phife Dawg, them don't want  no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha 
Phife Dawg, what a go on with the crew?
Phife Dawg, that's why I had to come through
Phife Dawg, you spit wicked every verse
Phife Dawg, respect the Trini man first
Phife Dawg, I know you had the man shook up
Phife Dawg, 'cause your mastermind cook up
Phife Dawg, you know they back with one another
Phife Dawg, them don't want  no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha 
Step back, them don't want no problem, brotha
Phife Dawg
Now you caught my heart for the evening 
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way 
Now you caught my heart for the evening 
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things 
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way
Now you caught my heart for the evening 
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way 
Now you caught my heart for the evening 
Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things 
Should I just sit out or come harder?
Help me find my way 
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
 Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fantasy?
The title MC means Master of Ceremony
Some people who MC don't know what this term means
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound
Sound checking, a million watts are shaking the room
In just a few hours you're gonna feel the burn
All of the goons are checking their guns at the door
A solid wall of sound is here on tour
It's gonna get loud—so no phones allowed
It's gonna get loud—so no phones allowed
-gy
1988 senior year at Garvey High
Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly
Lounging with the Tipster, cooling with Sha
Scoping out the honeys—they know who they are
I was the b-ball playing, fly rhyme saying
Fly girl getting but never was I sweating
'Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll
Until I met my match—her name was Flo
Yeah, I messed around with the one called Flo
All the troopers 'round the way used to call her a ho
But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go
'Cause I thought it was me like Bell Biv Devoe
But little did I know that she was playing with my mind
The only thing I learned is good girls are hard to find
I feel like Heavy D, I need somebody for me
Not someone whose mind is blank and tryna juice me for my banks
Swinging with my main man Lucky behind my back
What type of crap is that—yo, how's about a smack?
Word life, I can't front, thought I was all that
But now it seems, I've met my match
I was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack
Settling down with one girl, wasn't trying to hear that
I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen
Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy
Used to love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em
Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em
My whole attitude was new day, next hon
And believe it or not, they all got done
Well here comes Flo with the crazy whip appeal
And I'm all true man like Alexander O'Neal
Is this really love, then again how would I know
After all this time trying to be a super ho
She finally played me, but yo I'd find another
'Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter
Ayo, it's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like butter baby
It's like butter, it's like the butter baby
Not no Parkay, not no margarine
Strictly butter, strictly butter, baby
I remember when girls were goodie two shoes but now they turning freaks
All of a sudden  ease off ho, my name's Malik
Phife this, Phife that, where you going, where you at
These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack
You didn't want me then, so yo hon, don't want me now
Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow
And take the contact out your eye, you're far from looking fly
You get an E for effort, and T for nice try
Now tell me what's the reason, for dying your hair
Slum village gold still dangling in your ear
You barely have a neck but still sporting a rope
Four-finger ring just so Phifer can scope
You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do
Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue
Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true
And if you really liked yourself then you would try and be you
If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya
But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya
But if you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it
If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it
If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it
I asked who did your hair and you tell me, "Diane made it"
If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe
But I can't stand, no bionic lady
Trying hard to look fly, but yo, you're looking dumber
If I wanted someone like you I would've swung with Jaime Sommers
You wanna be treated right, see Father MC
Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sensitivity
'Cause I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers
Phife Dawg is on the mic and I'm smooth like butter
The sucka niggas, niggas niggas
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the suckas in the front for the ones that front
The sucka niggas, nigga nigga
I throw the sucka in the front for the ones that front
Sucka niggas, nigga nigga
Ayo Shaheed, take us the fuck outta here
You're not any less of a man, if you don't pull the trigger
You're not necessarily a man, if you do
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's comin'
But whatever's gonna be will be
Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's comin'
But whatever's gonna be will be
Some will dash to the mountain, some will crawl
And the weakest amongst them, they will fall
But the strongest in faith, they will stand tall
Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's comin'
But whatever's gonna be will be
I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia
'Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia
'Cause everywhere I go, bein' cold is the criteria
Let's see how well you know all your Tribe trivia
Green and the white, we servin' that Nigeria
North side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area
This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers
Fuck it, it's showtime, Tip, make sure they hearing you
Ok, I am recognizing that the voice inside my head
Is urging me to be myself but never follow someone else
Because opinions are like voices, we all have a different kind
So just clean out all of your ears, these are my views and you will find
That we revolutionize over the kick and the snare
The ghetto vocalist is on a state-wide tear
Soon to be the continent and then the freaking globe
There's room for it all as we mingle at the mall
We welcome competition 'cause it doesn't make one lazy or worn
We gotta work hard, you know the damn card
Try to be the phattest is the level that we strive
Try to be the phattest also to stay alive
I said I really dream in color now 
And every brother ain't a brother now 
Pop melatonin like they Swedish Fish 
To give her everything my dying wish 
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
So many thoughts in my mind making it very hard to unwind
I guess I should take one, just one
This one's for good girls that all gone bad 
This one I'm taking when I feel sad 
This one I'm taking to make me strong 
This one I'm taking so that I'll live long 
This one I'm taking to make me smile 
This one I'm taking to make life worthwhile 
This one and that one and those and these 
I just want to sleep, I want to be at ease 
Craig is in the house 
Pete Rock is in the house
CL is in the house
Ultramag is in the house
Nice and Smooth is in the house
Big Daddy Kane is in the house
Beatnuts is in the house
Special Ed is in the house
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
And this one goes out to my man
Thanks a lot Ron Carter on the bass
Yes my man Ron Carter is on the bass
And check it out, going into the '91 decade
Up in until the 2000 decade
You gotta say the Quest is on
And goddamn it, yes the Quest is on
And we out!
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, help me
Muhammad!
Hahaha, look at this motherfucker
Is this enough?
Is this enough love that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Is this enough time that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Tell me that you feel the same way I do
Is this enough?
Is this enough?
Is this enough love that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Is this enough time that I give to you?
Is this enough?
Tell me that you feel the same way I do
Is this enough?
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me to avoid a raw deal
And now it's more real than it is for any other star
And that's enough to have you tearing up the mini-bar
I should probably get awards where the Emmys are
For how I deal with the pap like Remy Ma
I get in the car like a sniper's on the roof now
But don't confuse how you see me have to move now
I got bars like a cypher's in the booth now
Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
'Long as they get my page right on Wikipedia
'Long as they say my name right in the media
If you don't, that's a sin like Cincinnati
'Cause ever since I had the polo suit at the Grammys
I been spittin' at the camera like Trick Daddy
So swaggy, he could've broke up with IG
I ain't surprised that they broke up on IG
I got the game on IV, might as well have a live feed
Keep a fresh cut from IB
So I always match the picture in my ID
They packin' Dub C had ran with Mack 10
I was still a baby Similac then
And what the crack era did to black men
It had to be an error if you had a Cadillac then
How I rock mine, I throw it up
Makin' sure that you niggas all are on the same page
Powerful force, you better look both ways
Fuck that, I'm chokin' niggas, it's goin' down
I'm from a different cloth, we the oracles of the sounds
Skip town, hit 'em with impeccable pound
Lost, found, the way I flood it, niggas gon' drown
Rip shit—ayo, wait, wait, wait, wait—
I gotta do it again, I gotta do it again
You already know the script, roundhouse kick
She lookin' at me, lickin' her lip
Put my arm around her like a bowl of chip with a dip
With yo' bitch, what the fuck, niggas erupt
I got the half moon clip, that's banana
A good planner,
a new anger like a larger Bruce Banner
Out the house, nigga, if you open your mouth
Man, nigga, if you open your mouth
Fuck the press,
I'm leavin' every room in a mess
Like herds of bulls
with they aprons on and bakin' soda
Keep it movin', keep the convo short
And bring a case of Henney 
House of pain, I control many 
House of lies, you niggas go run, hide
Peep the way this vibe conflict with they real lives
 Fanatic shit, we go bizarre 
Bad news for niggas as I go emphatical, radical
National animal rulin' like a czar
Every time I black for the record, the shit splatter
The whole batter, no bullshit, the boom bapper
I pull the gat up, whip the shit, cook the batter
When I pull up on niggas, even your momma gon' scatter
Barishkaaa
Now baby bust it, if you wanna groove
Me and you can do it, it will be the move
I won't cry over spilled milk
If you won't let me take you to the Hilt
I don't wanna bone you that much
That I would go for the unforbidden touch
I'm not the type that would go for that
I'll have to fetch a brand new cat
Baby, baby, baby I don't wanna be rude
But I know because of your bloody attitude
I know why you act that way
It usually happens on the 28th day
I respect that crazily
When you're done with the pads can you come check me?
This ain't a joint to disrespect you
Because one head ain't better than two
Check it out, it's a-
Classic example of a 
[Verse: Q-Tip &
All
]
Babies babble on, they lookin' for excuses
Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the mooses
Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee
If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee
If you see me, ya see, the fee is nothing
Fee will be for patience, all backs no fronting
What is a party if it doesn't really rock?
What is a poet? All balls, no cock
What is a war if it doesn't have a general?
What's Channel 9 if it doesn't have Arsenio?
What is life if you don't have fun?
What is a "what?" if you ain't got a gun?
What's Ali without Shaheed Muhammad?
Nothing, Kapelka makes you vomit
What is a Quest if the players ain't willing?
What is a pence if you don't have a shilling?
Excuse me if I'm chillin', hey what, say what
What's a fat man without food in his gut?
What's a child birth, without the umbilical?
What's United Parcels, without the deliverer?
What's momma-san, without poppa-san?
What's martial arts without Daniel-San?
What's Rasheed without Tonya, Tamika?
What's Oran Juice and Doug E. Doug without Shaniqua?
Nada, nada, nada, not a damn thing
What's Duke Ellington without that swing?
What's Alex Haley if it doesn't have Roots?
What's a weekend if you ain't knockin' boots?
What's a black nation, without black unity?
What is a child who doesn't know puberty?
What is my label when I exit womb status?
What's menage a trois, or, that is
What is sex when you have three people?
What are laws if they ain't fair and equal?
What's Clark Kent without a telephone booth?
What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof?
What are the youth if they ain't rebellin'?
What's Ralph Kramden, if he ain't yellin'
At Ed Norton, what is coke snortin'?
What is position if there is no contortin'?
What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence?
Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence
What is a Glock if you don't have a clip?
What's a lollipop without the Good Ship?
What's S&M if you don't have chains?
What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains?
What's America without greed and glamour?
What's an MC if he doesn't have stamina?
What's music factory without Mr. Walt?
What's Trugoy without a phrase called talk?
What's Chris Lighty if he wasn't such a baby?
What is a woman if she didn't say maybe?
Baby laid down, I removed the frown
What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown?
What is a paper without a president?
What is a compound without a element?
What is a jam if you don't spike the punch?
What's a brewski if you don't bite brunch?
Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin'
Freak, freak, y'all 'cause you know that we showin'
What tigga, what tigga, what tigga, what tigga
What tigga, what tigga, what tigga,
WHAT!
 They don’t make thugs of this caliber
 Who kept up the buzz the whole calendar
 Used to sell drugs out the Challenger
 Used to keep guns with the silencers
 
Listen up money or should I say honey
Listen up money or should I say honey
Listen up money or should I say honey
Listen up money or should I say honey
Listen up money or should I say honey
Listen up money or should I say honey
Oh Tip, everything, you gonna be alright, man
Thank you , man
I think I'll going home, man
Bye-bye, I'll see you tonight
Oh Tip, , I'm not here
Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents in
Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in
A matter of minutes so it must be told
All that glitters not gold
Everybody wants a deal, help me make a demo
See my name in bright lights, ride around in a limo
My moms keeps beefing 
But I wanna make jams, damn, I know I'll slam
Huh, well it's not that easy
You gotta get a label that's willing and able
To market and promote, and you better hope
 That the product is dope
Take it from Diamond, it's like mountain climbing
When it comes to rhyming you gotta put your time in
Get a good lawyer so problems won't pile
You don't wanna make a pitch that's wild
I left my wallet in El Segundo
I left my wallet in El Segundo
I left my wallet in El Segundo
I got to get it, I got, got to get it
I left my wallet in El Segundo
I left my wallet in El Segundo
I left my wallet in El Segundo
Come on, let's go
Come on, let's go
Come on, let's go
Ooo, Jack White
Ooo, Jack White
A celebrated genius, my dick game is the meanest
I'll take the girl that's augmented, new me is invented
I'll take the biggest house in Calabassas
Anyone for Michael Phelps swimming classes?
You need it when you're balling, equally when you're falling
Or when those kids in school on your locker
They get to scrawling
Epithets that's racist is stupid and mean in nature
Something that can make you feel stronger when people hate ya
Ego make you violent or govern like a tyrant
Or switch a dictionary's word from vibrant to vivrant
Fool the thirsty people, selling tap water in bottles
Fooled a girl with NYU scholarship and now she models
Ego has no ending, has people pretending
Religious zealots get jealous 'cause guys want their defending
This is the last Tribe and our ego hopes that you felt us
And closing for our ego, we know only God can help us
Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind
Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind
Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin'
Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind
Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind
Ego, ego trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin'
Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind
Ego, ego skippin', trippin' in my mind
The night is on my mind
The sun’ll still shine
The night is on my mind
The night is on my mind
The night is on my mind
Yeah, the sun’ll still shine
But now the night is on my mind
Uh-huh, the night is on my mind
The night is on yo mind
You know the sun’ll still shine
But now the night is on the mind
Yeah, the night is on the mind
The night is on the mind
Ayo, the sun’ll still shine
But now the night is on the mind
Yeah, the night is on the mind
The night is on the mind
Ayo, the sun’ll still shine
Did you know that the rate of AIDS in the Black and Hispanic community is rising at an alarming rate?
Education is proper means for slowing it down
And I wanna say peace to my man
Bob P
, my man Jerod  
And Skeff Anslem on the help out - and we out like shout
Nine-tre, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...
I don't wanna say nine-tre
'Cause my man Extra P said don't say the years
So, it's for eternity, know what I'm saying?
Rock rock on, everybody in Queens, rock rock on
Everybody in Brooklyn, rock rock on
Money Earnin' Mt. Vernon, rock rock on
Everybody in Jersey, rock rock on
Everybody in Philly, rock rock on
Everybody in Houston, rock rock on
Everybody LA, rock rock on
Everybody in The Sand, rock rock on
Everybody in Egypt, rock rock on
Everybody Nigeria, rock rock on
Everybody in London, rock rock on
Everybody in Sweden, rock rock on
Everybody everywhere, rock rock on
To the niggas on the famous, rock rock on
Everybody no name, rock rock on
To the kids at Nu-Clear, rock rock on
To the... The Cave rock rock on
McDonald's, rock rock on
This concludes Midnight Marauder Program
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Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slums
Good with the girls, I get a whole lot of 'em
From fat to skinny, Freda to Winnie
Emma to Cindy, Constance to Wendy
Cause I be real friendly, never on the snotty side
I don't brag to brothers about the little papes I got
My vocal styles can vary, the sight is never scary
It's only legendary, my father well prepared me
My job ain't temporary, I'm here for the long shot
Better yet the long term, I don't have a perm
In a way I do, call 'em the perma-naps
I'm crazy slap-happy and I'm scrappy and I'm nappy
When I get the mic in my hand with the crowd in the stands
It's as good as grand like that
Yo, I wanna say peace and dedicate this joint to MC Trouble
And to uh... Trouble T Roy
And to um... Scott La Rock
And to um... Cowboy, you know what I'm sayin?
This is for the slain rappers and the fallen rappers, you know what I'm saying?
This is a special, special, special, special, special dedication
And also to my Pops and also to Vinia's Moms, you know what I'm saying?
You just gotta keep it happy and keep the vibes going
Cause this is vibes and stuff, and we out...
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like that 
It's like that man, it's like this,
Shaheed
!
Shaheed:
Rakim: "Why waste time on the microphone"
A Tribe Called Quest consists of four members:
Phife Dawg, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Q-Tip, and Jarobi
A E I O U and sometimes Y
La-la-la 
La-la-la 
La-la-la, smooth it out y'all 
La-la-la 
La-la-la 
La-la-la 
La-la-la 
La-la-la
Queens got a...
Brooklyn got a...
Bronx got a...
Staten Island got a...
Long Island got the zone
Jersey got a...
Philly got a...
Milwaukee got a...
L.A. got a...
Oaktown got the zone
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la
See, I like to get down, Jack
You on point, Tip?
Yo, once again, Phife
You on point, Tip?
Yo, once again, Phife
You on point, Tip?
Yo, once again, Phife
Ayy, yo, that kid is niiiiiiiice
Ohhhh, you did it to me once again, my friend
I swear you do it to me every time, yeahhh
'Cause you stay crazy on my mind, ohhhh
Yo, you got it goin' on, ohhhh-ohhhh
On and on and on, yeah
Oh yeah
Check it out, everybody — rhymes and mics
Black mens gettin' loot 
Eight black brothers in the public eye
If you listen very close, I will tell you why
 Phife, Milo, Dinco and C. Brown
Shaheed, myself, and Busta Bust Down
Will commence to rock , so bring on the flocks 
Interrogation for the knockin' of the box
The boom-box ruler controls the medulla
None come cooler, I win like Shula
So bust out the move as you start to pursue her
Intensified mind, non-blunt consumer
Tip will come booty 
The meaning's so deep that it starts brain tumors 
Peace to Hood, baby, from the midnight crooner
Smoke 'em up later, if not then sooner
Hey! What we gon' do  in '92?
Even though we had fun  in '91
Wonderful my days, herb dream comin' down
Ponna ponna! New sound leavin' cracks in the ground
What's goin on, my man? Goddamn! And now my brain is hurtin'
Listen up — Busta, rhythm will hit 'em then I get 'em
Flip on 'em, shit on 'em, hit on 'em, then I will sit on 'em
Open up your mouth if you want the food
To get rude,
Flipmode
, 'cause I'm in the mood
Ah-heh, ah-heh! Yeah, man, that's how it goes
Body drippin' with blood comin' out your nose
Give me a Band-Aid, what are you askin' for?
 Only your sacred and pure
Adverse, Zig-Zag, check it and the Busta new rap
Rap, Busta Rhymes, or bust this wicked rhymes
Yeah y'all, in '92, I'm packin' my roach spray 
Take a lick, Tribe Called Quest, Leaders of the New School
Mad brother when stealthy
RRRAAAOW, RRAOW, RRAOW!
To my dragon, baby, stop whinin'
I see my influence still shinin'
More crazy in '92, uh oh, time to go, yo
That's the Scenario!
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually
Don't worry we gon make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
We gon make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
We're gonna make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
We gonna make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
We gon make it
Don't worry we gon make it
I know we gonna make it 
C'mon baby we gon make it 
We gon make it 
Don't worry we gon make it 
We've gotta make it 
We've gotta make it 
Know we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it, gonna make it
We gotta make it, know we gonna make it
It's Extra P, and yo, Tip, I'm 'bout to set it
On the country once again, here to win
I'm Uptown chillin',
takin' in this Grandmaster Vic blend
From the projects, the PJ's
Fuck them two DJs, self mission
I had her in the ill position
Sayin', "Large, you's the soul brother that I'd like to eff with
For the rest of my life" —
Yeah, yeah, now check the method
As I, proceed with what you need like Akinyele
A whip looks complete when the tires say Pirelli
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie
There's 8 million stories in the city, it's a pity
Don't fuck with the skins if she's tryin' to act shitty
Big shout to the Guru, Primo
and Zulu Nation
Was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Yo, Ras, slow your roll, I'm 'bout to bag this here schmeydl
Rapper Nas on top, it seems we gonna rock it
Queens represent
,
buy the album when I drop it
Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy dig-
You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, you don't stop
Come on everybody, do the hop
Even if you cop, you gotta come back and do the hop
You move to the beat, you don't stop
You smoking jump rocks, you gotta just stop and do the hop
Then you come back and do the hop
You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto prize on the top
You know we come back and do the hop
Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop
You gotta come back and do the hop
We never go on pop, you know we come back, we do the hop
This is how it is, we do the hop
You move to the beat, then come on everybody, don't...
Keep bouncing
Please proceed with caution 'cause the lyricist is fatal
I can kick your little monkey ass like Kato
Formulate your rhymes
like a child forms Play-Doh
Calm and serene like the study was Tao
Poetry machine with correct mechanisms
Immune to disease I defeat organisms
That are waitin in my path, I overstep the critters
Give your ass the willies and your moms'll get the jitters
Quitters turn to losers, losers are forgotten
Tangling my cord with hopes that I’ll stop rockin
Never will that happen only if it is permitted 
Wait...I think somebody shitted 
I guess that will be me 'cause I'm the only one MCin
I go for what I know doin a show for human beings
Always try to lead yo never will I follow
Blowin up the spot like Fred did to Rollo
And when it comes to days like this, I got lyrics to go
Check it out y'all
 It's like that y'all
I got lyrics to go Everybody
 Ah c'mon now
I got lyrics to go Ah check it out y'all
 It's like that now
I got lyrics to go Everybody
 Ah c'mon now
I got lyrics to go Check it out y'all
 It's like that now
I got lyrics to go C'mon y'all
 Everybody
I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all
 Check it out now
I got lyrics to go Ah c'mon y'all
 Everybody
I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all
 Check it out now
I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all
 Every-bo-ty
I got lyrics to go It's like that y'all
 Ah check it out now
It's like that y'all
Check it now
It's like that y'all
Check it now
It goes... uhh
Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along
Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along
Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along
Push it along, push it along
Push it along, yeah, push it along
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Look at Miss Elaine who runs the fast lane
Barely knows her name, struck by fame
She just got a Benz, she rides with her friends
Gotta keep her beeper in her purse to make ends
Rollin' down the block, checkin' out the spots
She winks at the cops, always give her props
She knows she's the woman, can't nobody touch her
Hangs with the elite, makes her papes from the gutter
Tried to make my moves on Miss Elaine, she called me
young boy
Told her not to diss me I just wants to be your love toy
You young boy? My love toy? I doubt that very highly
Just because you rhyme don't mean I'll let you try me
Business oriented, egos never dented
Always sweet scented, if it's business, she meant it
Distractions never hurt, always did the work
Always was alert, she never got jerked
Queen of the feats, thrive to compete
Love the funky beats while she drove down the street
She was justified, couldn't get a job
Had to feed her family, so she had to play the mob
Pullin' out the oowop, listenin' to doo-wop
 That's all ya heard
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
Everything is fair when you're livin' in the city
She's not a big kahuna, wish I met her sooner
Instead, I met her later, my love is much greater
Put me on her roster to rid her of
imposters
And to sell the buddha for the sexy drug ruler
Love is my motive, now I'm drug promotive
Plus I needed ducats to fill up my buckets
Supplied me with the squeezy to make my life easy
Now I'm missing action for this fatal attraction
But don't you let me catch you with your joint up in these bitches
And don't you even dare to plan a plot upon my riches
'Cause if you play me out, I think I'll let ya be
I'll be damned if I let a brotha try to gas me
I played my cards well, try to live swell
For the G, I would sell, 'cause I was deep in hell
But then I really wasn't, she had a fly cousin
Who would give me booty on the side of my cutie
Elaine, she kinda knew, that I would do the do
But she didn't tear, I did my work with care
That's all that really mattered, her money never splattered
As long as she was paid, she was in the shade
You can't really blame her for holdin' on a flamer
Society taught her, but they didn't tame her
A ten clip salute, hunny here's a troop
She will never stop until she reach the top
Top, top...
People tend to think that a pager's foul
Well it kinda is cause it makes me scowl
But it really hurts when you're on the prowl
Brothas know it hurts when you're on the prowl
Grabbin' on my joint cause I'm an eager owl
Get paged by a G or a business pal
My shit is overflowin', they won't allow
Another page, so I'll just end this now
Yo, Phife, you need a condom?
Word to God
Mess around, I catch AIDS from MC's bein' on my nuts too hard
'Cause on my boulevard, you better bring your bodyguard
And what's your boulevard?
L.B., I represent naturally
So don't step on the boulie if you know that you're phony
Or else I'll bend that ass like elbow macaroni
'Cause I gotta keep it real  Yep!
A Tribe Called Quest, you see, we never half step
So on your mark, get ready, MC's be jetty
Me and Phife be hangin' like Veronica and Betty, Archie, Jughead
Snuffin' MC's from Brainslane down to Hempstead
Yes 'Quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler Cordoba
I'm wilder than the cats from Arizona
Villanova, uh, uh, Kentucky
Who's the next MC steppin' up to try and bust me?
Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it
And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it
What?!?!
“This feeling of embarrassment
This shyness, this bashfulness…
If you take that out of the people
Then these people will do whatever they want to do
And that is the very definition of America
A people who have no shame
And therefore, they do whatever they want to do"
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
A yo, Phife do you eat em? 
Uh uh, not at all 
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Jarobi, do you eat em? 
Nope, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Afrika do you eat em? 
Hell yeah, all the time
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Phife, do you eat em? 
Uh uh, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Jarobi, do you eat em? 
Nope, not at all
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high in cholesterol
Afrika, do you eat em? 
Yeah, all the time
Keep it movin', yeah to the K.I.M
Keep it movin', yeah yeah to the K.I.M
I ain't got no time for schuckin' and jivin'
Keep it movin', keep it movin', yeah yeah to the K.I.M
Keep it movin', true that to the K.I.M
I ain't got no time for schuckin' and jivin'
The Pharcyde, you know we do it up, uh
You know we do it up, uh
The Hiero, you know we do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
Yeah, to the Mobb Deep, The Infamous
We do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
To my peoples Know Naim, yeah
You know we do it up, uh uh
You know we do it up
To my man DJ Quik, uh, you know we do it up, uh uh
A do, a do it up
To my man
Biz Mark
, yeah yeah
You know we do it up, uh uh
You know we do it up
To my man Ike Love love
You know we do it up, yeah yeah
You know we do it up
And my man Extra P, P
You know we do it up, uh uh uh-uh, uh, uh up
I can't forget Dr. Dre, uh, you know we do it up
MC Eiht, uh, you know we do it up
Shelly Mae, uh, you know we do it up
Muhammad, uh, you know we do it up
Uh, K-Hard, huh, you know we do it up
Uh, De La, uh, you know we do it up
Uh, my man Jay-Z, you know we do it up
Axe-Jack, and you know we, uh, do it up
It's like that, y'all
You know we gotta get a hold
Over the illest drum rolls
Yo, bust it out
Section, section
Section Linden Boulevard
Section on Merrick
Section the whole Jamaica
Section on Flushing
Section in Bed-Stiduy
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Alright, you guys wanna move the cars? C'mon. Let's go
Yo c'mon Al. That shit was fucked up man. Yo that nigga fuckin' pulled outta the borough like that? Yo let's get the fuck up outta here
Aye yo, why them niggas always assin' out man? Yo, them niggas always assin' out. They can't even have a good one on a hot summer night man. It's alright man. Word up. This hot weather is makin' niggas act stupid! Niggas be actin' stupid in this hot weather baby
Yo, it's 3 o'clock in the morning
Hey Mal man, I'm tired of these funny style niggas man
It's hotter than a witch's crotch son
What's up son?
Get in the car kid...What the fuck is you doin' man?
C'mon man, get in man! It's hot as hell, I need some A.C. man!
Muhammad, I can't close the door you fat boy!
'Cause of yo fat ass
Yo it's Muhammad
It ain't no Muhammad man
Yo will y'all shut the fuck up man, y'all in my motherfuckin' car man
C'mon man... Yo why you kid- why you talkin' to me like that man? Whoo-hoo-hoo! Baby
I'm sayin' man... Hol' up. Can I say something please, man?
What's up man, what up?
What?.. What you gotta say?
Yo... every fuckin' time man. We go out man, we always get towed the fuck down. These broads be fuckin' shammin' like it fuckin'...
Yo Mal, you hot man?
Fakin' ass...
... and I'm tired of it man. I'm 22 years old. And I get crazy high every time I go to a party man. And the stupid shit be jumpin' off man
I ain't gonna front. I agree man. Word up
I can't have this no more. I've gotta find something new man
The beat is over and so is the night
The sun is risen and the shine is bright
We all say peace and go our separate ways
Youth is fading as we gain our days
Expedition for the song is simp'
The hours creep, excuse me, I mean limp
As we go you hear a gasp of laugh
As we start up our rhythmic path
Like this
After hours it was cool, after hours it was cool
After hours it was cool, after hours it was cool
After hours it was cool, after hours it was cool
After hours it was cool, after hours it was cool
As we start trudging
Me and my brothers we be looking and be bugging
Vehicles of life they be rolling and be nudging
Searching for the virgins of life
That be shoving out the door that's crack
The valleys of time, are always on my feet
As least the beat will combine
The calluses and corns with the funky bassline
You don't need Underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat
But can I get a level on the bass and on the treble?
Footing up and down like a UNLV Rebel
The answer be amongst us 'cause we really dig acoustics
Can't be too much flacking, not too much packing
You must container that at least to dip your hand in rap
Your feet will be infectious so at least realize the fact
The rhythms are inserted and the nurse can be converted
This ain't rock 'n' roll 'cause the rap is in control
If you're a megastar, words will buy you a car
I'd rather go barefooting, for prints I will be putting
All over the earth if we can get there first
Now that we are in it, footprints are being printed
So if you recognize 'em, you can try to size 'em
They'll probably be the ones with the size nine flying
All over the field, you won't have to yield
If you want protection you can hide behind the shield
And the musician often tries to capture the new thing so that we might have melody and have rhythm as we do our thing
It's rough and tough in this ghetto, a lot of funny stuff going down but you got to walk tall. Walk tall!
You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock
But we walk while we talk as we stomping through the block
Hand in hand 'cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade
It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade
It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon
The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond
Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail
You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail
See the levels peaking as the rhythms keep-a screeching
A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preaching
The point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far
The liveliness is mean as we scoot across the star
We are bulging, I'm indulging in a rat-a-tat-tat
Explanation for the line is that the rhythm is phat
Keep it wild, wide and deep, you could dig it in a Jeep
But dig it in the ground because the footprint now
Walk tall!
If there's a storm that's brewing, it won't keep us from doing
Our thing as we start swinging, travelling is bringing
Joy inside the domes as we hit the road to Rome
A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home
Because my skin is brown, yo I'm gonna do the town
Rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place
When you get your finger on the music it'll linger
Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singer
A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that
Remember me, the brother who said "Black is black"
You can come while we Quest, I don't play, I don't jest
Get emotions off your chest, we are Black, we been blessed
Making moves, making motions, flowing like an ocean
The walking will continue, we know that we will bring you
The times that you have waited, more anticipated
Be gone but not for long because the feet will stay strong
Propmaster—yeah?
Please listen to me—what?
Something lurkin by the Jimbrowski
Who? Jenny?
No, not propulated
A horrible creature that must be penetrated
He gets all into ya, then he tries to do ya
You better run fast, he's gonna pursue the...
What? Yo listen here. Propmaster whiz, no one fears...
Okay, bro, just thought I'd let ya know
How he lives and how he go
Watch yourself when you're out on the run
The enemy is missed, we'll have too much fun
There's four friends of mine that thought they were bad
And laid up this girl, so now, they're sad
They scratched and scratched like it was Saturday and...
Listen here, this is Cool DJ Red Alert
Known as the true, the only, the very one, the Propmaster
There's only one thing I gotta tell ya
There's a whole lotta propmasters out there
You know what I mean?
Shaheed a propmaster, Q-Tip a propmaster
The Jungle Brothers a propmaster
BDP a propmaster
45 King a propmaster
I won't tell you nuthin' bout the ladies
They ain't no propmaster
But you know who's the main propmaster—ME!
With a rhythmic instinction to be able to travel
Beyond existing forces of life
Basically, that Tribal
And if you wanna get the rhythm
Then you have to join a Tribe
Word, peace
To all my people 'cross state who sit back and contemplate
Motivate, I motivate y'all
To all my people 'cross land who get stuck in quick sand
Motivate, I motivate y'all
To all my peoples everywhere, throw yo' mitts in the air
Motivate, motivate, motivate, motivate
Can't do nuthin' for your frontin', get involved and do somethin'
Motivate, motivate, I motivate, I motivate, I moti...
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Well, I'm gone 
Can I kick it?
To all the people who can Quest like A Tribe does
Before this, did you really know what live was?
Comprehend to the track, for it's why cuz
Gettin measures on the tip of the vibers
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz
Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug
If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug
Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug
Afrocentric living is a big shrug
A life filled with fun that's what I love
A lower plateau is what we're above
If you diss us, we won't even think of
Will Nipper the doggy give a big shove?
This rhythm really fits like a snug glove
Like a box of positives it's a plus, love
As the Tribe flies high like a dove
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Can I kick it? 
Well, I'm gone 
Can I kick it?
To my Tribe that flows in layers
Right now, Phife is a poem sayer
At times, I'm a studio conveyor
Mr. Dinkins, would you please be my mayor?
You'll be doing us a really big favor
Boy this track really has a lot of flavor
When it comes to rhythms, Quest is your savior
Follow us for the funky behavior
Make a note on the rhythm we gave ya
Feel free, drop your pants, check your ha-ir
Do you like the garments that we wear?
I instruct you to be the obeyer
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major
Yes, the Tribe of the game we're a player
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air
Phife:
We livin this cuz it's deep in our bones
A Tribe Called Quest with the hip-hop jawns
So sit and analyze the lyrical spray
Cuz all it really is is word play
Fool: defined in Webster's
Open up the book, read it read it
Turn the page, see what it says
Read it to me will you, please
One who acts doltishly
So what? What does it mean to me?
That's you  'Cause of the way you act 
Standin' on the corner sellin' jumbos 
Scarin' your friends and also your foes
What's the matter wit'cha boy? 
You big galoot , you nincompoop 
What's wrong wit' you? You can't compute 
Don't fix your lips to tell me you can
Standin' on the boulie playin' pusher man
What you got to do with yourself? 
Can't you be somebody else? 
Look at you described to a tee 
You're a fool of many in society 
I know some more, I shall go on
And continue in the song, fooled the fool
"Fool" - scratched by Ali Shaheed
(Man I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout callin' me a fool
I've been out here for twenty-some-odd years
Doin' my thing, I ain't no fool, man
You crazy or something?
I'm gonna stick this, right up your...)
The girl I talked to she's sort of neurotic 
Her crazy ex-boyfriend is really psychotic 
Scares the girl by threatening her life 
Says "Girl, you're dead if you're not my wife" 
Beats in her public, beats her in private
Tried it 'round me, almost a riot 
Said "Forget him, don't you know he's a loser
Who would love a woman turn around and abuse her?" 
Only a fool as described by the Tribe
Here's another one who's on the fool vibe 
Gonna make it short, gonna make it quick 
For this situation makes me sick 
See your brother man, with a female 
His crazy ego tried to show he'll prevail 
In any situation lady luck's on his side 
Emotions run free, nothing he will hide
Why I remember one sunny day 
Took my cousin to the park, so we can play 
On the way, a couple resembled
The one I just described, everything assembled
Another young man walked in their direction 
Bumped him a bit, excused his imperfection 
But the man with the lady grabbed the other by the neck 
Demanded an apology and also respect 
The young man aggravated grabbed him back and smacked him
The girl just laughed and laughed and laughed at him 
He felt ashamed for what he had done
It looked like a fool to everyone 
These are three stories from the naked city 
Reality, is sometimes a ditty 
Like Rod Serling from The Twilight Zone
Earth to your brain--is anyone home? 
I see ya there, tryin to make amends
Try to make some friends, but now my story ends 
On the note, that I just wrote
Stay afloat on the reality boat 
Slow down and think and take it cool
And try to avoid the description of a...
You like it that, you like it that
You like it that, you like it that
You like it that, you like it that
You like it that
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
What up, what up, what up, what up, what up
Gotta get out of here though
Let's ride out
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm
 We seein' life for what it is
 We get this money for these kids
 We bout to build the foundation
 We gonna start the Zulu Nation
 Come on, come on
 We gonna put it all together
 No matter what the hell the weather
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, mind power
Uh, uh, kickin' willie is good, all throughout your whole hood
But we gotta start with the spirit first y'all
Mind power
Dip dip dive, to the socialized
Issued rhythms that are on the rise
Step right up, with an opened circuit
Get this current, don't you know it's worth it
Presented with, Tribe-centricity
Compared, don't you know? Vibe electricity
Strong like a bomb, quick like a comet
Can I get whatever from Mr. Muhammad?
*Ali scratches interlude*
If Muhammad has the breaks, who will have the backs?
Bodies set it up all flow to rhythm stack
Okay I see my brother , you know what we can do 
Cruise with the rhythms , Shaheed will lead us to 
Posin with the hotties , harder than the hard 
Still Muhammad plays with a full deck of cards 
The Tribe's stuff is present , established with the beat 
We roll around on wheels  or utilize the feet 
Go and keep progressin , egos of the Tribe 
If we have to swing it  we won't take a dive 
Comprende my compadre?  Kid you want some more? 
Muhammad push the button , sample sing the score 
Brothers try to pose, up with the Tribesmen
Rhythm on your toes, yes it's the funk again
Appreciate the flow, denounce the circuit breakers
Do it with the best, the movers and the shakers
Bustin' out your heap, vents throughout my vehicle
Burnin' up the felts, rhythm's rough to me it will
Be strong like a bomb, quick like a comet
Can I get a whatever from Mr. Muhammad?
*Ali scratches interlude*
Sitting on the dock , fin' to make a wish 
Muhammad oh Muhammad , damn you're quite a dish 
Fondeling the groove , with a mystic sense 
Cronies won't you try , they pushy and they're tense 
But I don't give a damn , rhythms are the thing 
Rhythms have the key , rhythms make you swing 
If you don't like it , you can pucker up 
You listenin Mr. Quayle , if you're hiding just give up 
I'm a rhythm monster , who's out on a prowl 
Muhammad gives a hoot  like Woodsy the Owl 
Comprende my compadre ? Kid you want some more ?
Muhammad push the button, sample sing the score 
Rain all day
Rain all day
Don't you worry
All I wanna do is get down y'all
Have a ball y'all and freak freak y'all
Lifeless ventures ain't new boo
So don't boo hoo, yeah, you too
Gotta get a grip like culture
Swoop down, swoop down like a vulture
The rhythms will lurk into people
All funk ain't created equal
Lookin for the beat to rupture
Like the rapture, gotta capture
Don't let the storm of life scare ya
Get funky, let me prepare ya
For the days of grimness and oppression
Aiyo bro, here's your lesson
Even though the rain starts pourin
Start reachin, start soarin
Don't stop, if you do, you're stallin
Rhythm savior, hear ya callin
Instrumental to be freaky
Go ahead in the rain and you'll see
Can't we make you see
I mean, the fact that is the key, I mean
Devoted to the arts of movin' butts, so get on up and...
Think about what's yours
I mean your culture and your laws
I mean, I label you a sucka
If you're dumber, just stay dumber
But stay in line and keep groovin'
If it's movin, if it's soothin
Don't let a little thing like rain keep you under
Or the thunder, look and wonder
Stomp til your soul is lifted
Get with it, rhythm's with it
Get inside the groove and get nasty
Funky nasty, crazy classy
Money is a first on the list here
It's the good time, it's the good cheer
If you got the ride then ride it
Don't hide it, provide it
Drop, drop, drop down the pants, shake your fanny
Cuz it's handy, not an Annie
Rock to the roll with the hair down
Get the lowdown, rhythm showdown
The simple explanation is nada
Make it hotter,
thanks, de nada
If you wanna hear what I'm sayin
Clean your ears and just come on and groove
Yo, yo! I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all upstairs
Riding dick, get the balls til they come in pairs
Oh yeah, throw the goggles on these engineers
Cause it might, get kinda wet when I spit this here
Yo, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun
To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun
But I move crowds without a gun
Like if... 
Hah-hah, yo, when it's time to flow, I suprise and blow
Five hundred thousand units off a dime a trow
Forty below, I'm thorough when it's time to throw
The caboose, I'm even hard to be touched by a masseuse
Whoo-whoo! Funk Doc gets the money
And best believe I went through more trees than Sonny
Me, Kamaal, Bus-a-Bus, Phife Dawg
Shittin, pussy niggas get Lysol! Heh heh heh heh
 do it  do it
 do it  do it
 do it  do it
 do it  do it
* continues with variations *
Aiyyo, yo, this is BayBay LloydLloyd
Bigga BayBayBayBay LloydLloyd, from the Know Naim
Aiyyo we doin this, LP, to the world...
* a lot of "yo" from Busta Rhymes *
Word up
I just wanna big up everybody for supportin' A Tribe Called Quest
Through the years
This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin'?
Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life
Featuring my man, you know what I'm sayin', Consequence
192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, haha
You know what I'm sayin'? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
Christine, you know what I'm sayin', word life 
The Abstract Poetic, rockin' this track
Bouncin' it all over the place, up in your face
You know what I'm sayin'? My man Lightro...
 And if you is a crook then you takin' it
 And if you got money, you shakin' it
 C'mon everybody, just heed
That's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed
 And if you is a crook then you takin' it
 And if you got money, you shakin' it
 C'mon everybody, just heed
That's word to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed
We do it all for the love y'all
Check it out, we do it all for the love y'all
For the love y'all, for the love y'all
For the love, for the love y'all
We get the paper but it's still for the love y'all
Yo, we do it all for the love y'all
For everybody, for the love for the love y'all
Whether white, black, Spanish, ain't a thug y'all
Yeah, we givin' y'all this shit, the love y'all
Just the love inside of the heart y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love y'all
Yeah, for the love for the love y'all
We feelin' pressures in here
You know we feelin' pressures
Feelin' pressures in here
You know we feelin' pressures
We gotta stand clear
Jus' gotta stand clear
Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
The what?
Bonita Applebum 
Bonita Applebum 
Bonita Applebum 
Bonita Applebum, I said you gotta put me on
I said Bonita Applebum 
Bonita Applebum 
Bonita Applebum 
Bonita, Bonita, Bonita, uh...
Just a lil somethin-somethin
About the cats who be fronting
You know the Tip, he be huntin
For all the goodness gracious
All across the wide spaces
Yo, check it out, bust me down, yo
Yo... yo...
Youse my peoples, why it got to come down to this shit
Two people thinking as one so now he split
Remember what I said to you, you bleed, I bleed
C'mon, you know how we get down, if you're down, you need
And I'm supplying, the dynamic duo, electrifying
Everybody had to wet us, cuz no one will forget us
Son, I testify sure as God was my guide
Any petty little bullshit you did will slide
Same on my end, after all, what are we, friends
If niggas ran me this, too much grounds we defend
In the honor or brotherhood cuz it's all good
Get on some grown man shit and let's knock on wood
But now seeing you baby in this stall out position
Wondering who's the dime piece that you're kissing
You might as well take the jigger and take my life
Cuz the dime piece you happen to be kissing is my wife
Shit, I should have know not to let these crab asses
Get within the circle of my girl and make passes
Now you disrespected me and everything I stand for
 Shhh, say no more
Allah forgive me, my thoughts is traveling to low desires
Should I turn the other cheek or react and perspire
Don't wanna see myself in penitentiary attire
But I caught him in the act and my emotion is dire
We coming far far far
Busta Rhymes is coming far far far, you know you hear me, star
Bet your bottom dollar
Right after this jam about one million one two niggas gon' follow
Whether it be today or tomorrow
Niggas become aggravating, sickening, you beat them like they father
Oh shit check out what I'm saying
A-ha a-ha oh a-ha a-ha you know my niggas don't be playing
Once upon a motherfucking time
I received the opportunities to represent my first rhymes
To define, lyrical sensations
Black masons blowing up the spot just to represent the Nations
Three dimensions, tryclops, Mr. Busta Rhymes three eyes
Fat like a burger and fries
Mama-so mama-sa mama makossa
Go back to the country to go check my grandmama
Eeeyah! Bring it to the table at the meetings
Gathering large receivings, delivering intellectual ass beatings
As I carry on with my proceedings
Greetings! Watch a nigga debut on premier movie screenings
But before I be face to face with my eternal resting place
I hope you find civilized every soul and every race
Sit dog sit! Busta Rhymes forever on that ultrasonic shit
My pad and my pen (
Uh-uh, you didn't go there
)
The beat and the blend (
Say word, did you go there?
)
The party won't end (
Uh-uh, we got to be there
)
Just keep gettin' ends, buildin' with friends, yo
My pad and my pen (
Uh-uh, did you go there?
)
The beat and the blend (
Say word, why did you go there?
)
The party won't end (
Uh uh, we got to be there
)
Just keep gettin' ends, buildin' with friends, yo
My pad and my pen (
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
)
The beat and the blend (
Say word, say word, say word
)
The party won't end (
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
)
Just keep gettin' ends, buildin' with friends, yo
My pad and my pen (
I got my pad and my pen
)
The beat and the blend (
So the beats and the blend
)
The party won't end (
And the party never ends
)
Just keep gettin' ends, buildin' with friends, yo
That's the way we do, c'mon
That's the way we do
It's the nigga D-Life
With T-C-Q
That's the way we ride
And the beat won't stop
Got to blow it up for the top
Didn't think you know how we rock
Word
Yo! We want all y'all to know
That this is the family, right?
And what we want everybody out there to do
On the dance floor
Is get ready
Because now, we gonna
Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all
To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all
Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all
To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all
Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all
To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all
Rock rock y'a'll, freak freak y'all
To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all
Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all
To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all
Rock rock y'all, freak freak y'all
To the beat y'all, it's unique y'all
Me and you girl go against the world
Against the world? 
Me and you girl go against the world
Against the world? 
Me and you honey go against the world
Against the world? 
Me and you girl go against the world
Against the world? 
(Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Whole wide world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Whole wide world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Whole wide world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Yeah the world
Whole wide world)
[Chorus: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg,
Q-Tip & Phife Dawg
]
I put it down, Phife, what we gon' do?
Well, I put it down, son, what you gon' do?
We put it down for the area crew
All the shorties that's smoking yahoo
Looking good if you sipping on your brew
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Come here, ma, we make it hot for you
Live and direct, live and direct!
You know what live and direct mean?
Live and direct, come!!!
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, how you be, how you be?
From New York to ATLiens, youknowhatI'msayin?
Word up, do it like this
Word up word up, do it like that
And you don't stop, and you don't quit
Unless you're in the studio doin wack shit
Yo check it
Boom batta, watch your teeth shatter
All that shit you pop in your jams, it won't matter
Bust your whole grill, now watch that joint shatter
I'm the Captain of the ship, FUCK a William Shatner
Emcees be poppin shit when they sweeter than cake batter
Claimin they style be fat, but guess whose style is fatter?
The ill beat jacker, emcee attacker
Fuckin with the Diggy it don't, get no blacker
Malik Izaak Taylor, ey the stress reliever
Brown eyed shorty, chocolate like Godiva
Fuck what you heard I'll make YOU a believer
Me gettin burnt, that's like a white girl named Shareema
You never see her
, cause she's the black like Sarafina
Set shit off like Latifah,
single like Khadijah
So girls with fat asses and tits, nice to meet ya
Do five plus five equals ten? Ask your teacher
For God so loved the world he said Phife, ask your preacher
Love to toot my own Horne, similar to Lena
Before I take stage, I take sips of Aquafina
Fucked Judy Jetson, now they call me Jet Screamer
Love my coffee dark so you can keep your dairy creamer
Tribe fallin off, well youse a got damn dreamer
Hah, yaknahmean?
A word up a word up a word up a word up yo
Have you ever wondered what make a crowd rock?
Tribe Called Quest we haffa do it non-stop
Listen to the radio we're never goin pop cause
Ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
Say ya nah ready, say ya nah ready
Say ya nah ready for dis yet, bwoy!
And we out like that, bump that
With the bullshit bat
C'mon everybody, let's start
Don't beat me in the head with the bullshit bat 
C'mon everybody, let's start
Beat me in the head, don't beat me in the head
Don't beat me in the head, don't beat me in the head
Don't beat me in the head, don't beat me in the head
Don't beat me in the head, head, head, head
So here we are fam, let's start
So here we are fam, let's start
So here we are fam let's start
To The Ummah family, let's start
Ayo, get off your ass and let's start
Uh, ayo, here we are fam, let's start
C'mon, get off your ass and let's start
Here we are fam, let's start
Here we is fam, let's start
Get off your ass and let's start
Here we are fam, let's start
Get off your ass-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
And let's start
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump
We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump-da-bump-da-bump
Bump-da-bump-da-bump
Son, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers
To real brothers who ain't got no feelings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge
Queens get the money
41st side, keepin' it real, you know
Queens get the money
Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
We livin' this 'til the day that we die
Survival of the fit, only the strong survive
Open your eyes and get wise
Look alive, in '95, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Nomsayin? Mobb Deep and all that
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line 
And the enemy is one-time 
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Hell on Earth
Whose necks are gonna be first?
The projects is front line 
And the enemy is one-time 
I ain't gotta tell you
Ayo, it's right in front of your eyes
Yo, the heavy metal king, hold big shit with spare clips
You see eclipse when the MAC spit, your top got split
Layin' dead with open eyes, close his eyelids
Turn off his lights, switch to darkness
It's deep in the abyss of street life
Blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
You's the wild child, Kicko turnin' men into mice
I was born to take power, leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap, niggas is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth like Guinness
P.O.W. niggas is found M.I.A.
We move like special forces, Green Beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in '89, the same way
The God P walk with a limp, see
But simply, to simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me, you must be bent, G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it's full for so long 'cause I don't waste shit
You properly hit, blood in your mouth so you could taste it
Quiet is kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs claimin' that they gonna rob the Mobb when they see us
I tell you what, black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missiles
Along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryna make cream and that's that
Whatever it takes, however it gots to go down
Four mics on stage, a motherfuckin' four-pound
Speakers leakin' out sound and niggas leakin' on the ground
I could truly care less, the God gon' get his regardless
Blow-for-blow, let's find out who hit hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself, see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point, never disregard shit
Or forget the essence from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the birds 
Live up to my words, if I got beef, niggas comin' in herds 
We flush through, your clique get purged 
A drug dealer's dream:
Stash C.R.E.A.M., keys on a triple beam
500 SL green, '95 nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor-made ostrich, Chanel for my woman friend
Murderin', numbers on your head while I'm burglarin'
Shank is servin' 'em
What's up to all my niggas swervin' in New York metropolis
The 'Bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds, feels like the Holy Beast is watchin' us
Mad man,
my sanity is goin' like a hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryna bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggas who coulda killed you is down with my ill crew of psychos
Nas Escobar movin' on your weak production
Pumpin' corruption in the third world, we just bustin'
Hold up, and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing in
Ac's
, the new routines be my eyes
Blacks playin' corners, glancin' all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack pipe
It's only right, feelin' higher than an airplane, right
Word, yo, I wanna get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front, you go
Sip beers — the German ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin and Queensbridge, we robbin' niggas for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale, but the real, we still kill
WHAT!
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son, your beef is mines
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together, son, your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together, son, your beef is mines
Uhhhh, laid back, word up
Jus' bless 'em with the bulletproof
Mobb Deep, Nas,
Chef creation
For yo' nation, yeah!
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition mission
I'm strictly sipping E&J like got my mind flippin'
I'm bugging digging my ways out of holes by hustlin'
Get that loot kid
You know my motherfucking function
'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
And once I get on I'ma put on all my peoples
React quick, spit lyrics like MACs I hit
Your dome up, when I roll up
Don't be caught sleeping 'cause I'm creeping
You just a shook one
He ain't a crook son
He just a shook one
We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggas get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones 
He ain't a crook son
He just a shook one 
We live the life that of diamonds and guns
And numerous ways that we choose to earn funds
Some niggas get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones 
He ain't a crook son 
He just a shook one 
‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit
Lump 'em in the club shit
Have you wildin' out when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out  when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out  when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
Yo, I could never get enough of it, yo that's my shit
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline
Yo, rock that shit
That real life shit
Makes bitches wanna thug it
Makes the projects love it
We come through like, fuck it
Y'all want problems, pursue it, let's do it
Infamous Mobb bosses, check out the portrait
At the round table, my Dunn speaking with his Twin ghost
It's gangster how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style, this is how we get down
With big jewelry and big guns
We get busy, it get grizzly, beat niggas bloody
Twist niggas fronting, get to running
Fore the mens get to dumping, the fans get to thumping
M-O-B-B got the whole spot jumping
When my niggas step in the place
Damn, you gotta love it
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out  when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
Yo, it's the real shit
Shit to make you feel shit
Thump 'em in the club shit
Have you wilding out  when you bump this
Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
Have a nigga OD 'cause it's never enough
It's the real
Hah, it's the real baby
Hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop..
Back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb, run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on 'em
It's the infamous back in the house once again
Live the life, that of diamonds and guns and now gems
Pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
The Mobb got the bomb, run out and tell a friend
Drop a gem on 'em
I got my mind on a stick-up, now it's time to get paid
Thinking of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Give me yours or get laid
Give up the goods or get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't, they need to buy a watch, word up
Caught up in the crossfire, get theyself hurt up
While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real, but you nameless
First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nothing to play with, no jokes, no games, kid
For years, I been doing the same shit
Just, drinking liquor, doing bids
Extorting crack heads, and sticking up the stick-up kids
And it's the start of your ending
And it's the start of your motherfuckin' ending
And it's the motherfuckin' start of the ending
41st side get bent, run wild
41st side get bent, run wild
The 41st side get bent, run wild
Word up you know what I'm sayin'?
My little thug's sellin' drugs and he's strugglin'
The game got him buggin', I tried to tell him "Slow down, cousin"
But he vexed, and niggas gettin' wet up in the projects
But with no doubt, shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the lye?
From smokin' that 118 tiny tye
Why? A nigga just died last week
As he swore he was grown and he's a thug in the street
But it's like that, my crew pump cracks and we pack MAC
His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he need to be blessed
With a firepack, don't even go there 'cause it ain't like that
Slow down, baby, he said "What, you tryna play me?
You must be crazy", pulled out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze
, the shot must've dazed me
Thug sellin' drugs, bustin' slugs, but he ain't crazy
The temperature's rising, no there's nothing surprising 
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising 
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising 
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising 
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising 
The temperature's rising, and ain't nothing surprising 
Surprising, surprising, surprising
Surprising, surprising 
Surprising, surprising, surprising
Surprising, surprising 
Surprising, surprising, surprising 
Surprising, surprising 
Surprising, surprising 
Rising to the top, rising, rising
Temperature's, temperature's rising
The temperature, the temperature's rising
I think the whole world's goin' insane
I fill my brain with the Henny, and drink away the pain
I think the whole world's lost its brain
I sip away on the liquor, and drink away the pain
To all the brothers who ain't here
Pour a little somethin' on the floors man
Time to get a little bent, do our thing
Word up, the 41st side of Queens
Getting bent, you know what I mean
It's an everyday thing
Henny got my mind in a headlock, Dainy got me goin' crazy
Dainy take me away, Dainy take me away
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me
But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret Society trying to keep their eye on me
But I'ma stay incogni' in places they can't find me
Make my moves strategically
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine
Thug, life, is, mine
Thug, life, is, mine
Thug, life, is, mine
Uhh, thug, life, is, mine
Ill Will..
You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck
What y'all niggas want.. we don't give a fuck
Thug, life, is, mine
Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
What y'all niggas want.. thug, life, is, mine
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Trife life got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo
What can kill you is what you don't know
Oh, y'all niggas killers now—oh, word?
Catch you coming out your fucking crib, nigga
Yeah, catch a fucking bullet, nigga
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if the math is real
If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the
Head Nigga In Charge and shit
Live-nigga-rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeist
My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
Before you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
Loose niggas make the news when we start forming
Snatch stripes off a nigga's uniform often
Don't embarrass
yo' delf
, you way out your jurisdiction
While niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real
I keep it thoro, nigga
Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo
While niggas bullshit on the grill
I don't fuck around, dunny—it's most real
I gave birth to your whole style
and feel
How do it feel to hold my dick in public?
Cockblower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes cocky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my shit and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo, my attitude is all fucked up and real shitty
I rap like no one out there can fuck with me
You feel different, nigga, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, bitches say, "P, you crazy"
A pain in the ass—nah, but fuck you, pay me
I'm no shorty, nigga, I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street nigga for real, you just applaud me
Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin
Kill me so I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens
You rap niggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
And I don't give a fuck what you sold, that shit is trash
Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
I keep it thoro, nigga
Living the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Running from one-time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
Living the high life, make your moves at night
Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife
Running from one-time, ain't no time to slip
Make one false move and it's a up north trip
Triple L, rollin' dice while I put you on
To the drama what I gotta say is short not long
This nigga that I'm beginnin' to dislike he got me fed
If he doesn't discontinue his bullshit, he might be dead
You know him well and probably go way back
But I don't care if he's your man doin' shit like that
I hope the word gets back to him, 'cause I'll screw him
He shitted on my man and we got plans to do him
Lets get it over with quick, I'm tired of waitin'
Ain’t no fear over here, dear, we just debatin'
On when and how, later or right now
Spoke to Killa yesterday,
he said to chill for a while
But it's hard actin' like everythin' is alright
I get the chills when I see that nigga in my eyesight
A dead man walkin', not only that. he's still talkin'
 About how and what he did very often
You don't know how much I fiend to put his ass in a coffin
One day, my man and the next, he's not
Didn't know him long anyway, so fuck it
It's funny how things change 
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
From the cradle to the grave
Word up, man!
Y'knowhatumsayin', we gonna die!
It's for real, kid, no games bein' played
Yo, we got kids to raise and bills to pay
Enemies to lay down when they stand in our way
It's only us 
Now, if you die, is they comin'?
When you shot, do they feel the bullet?
And when you broke, can they fix it?
Aight then, you keep writin'
And let me do the thinkin', I brought us this far without mistaken
Voices in my head from choices that I dreaded choosin'
Cautions I shoulda took heed, lost in my weed, steady losin'
Thug stripes, badges of honor, forced to succeed
Whores on they knees fuckin' with millionaires, killers and thieves
I fuck until there's no feelin' where I bust and I pee
I lusted cars but I suffered and my
scars run deep
I stay to myself, one deep
, pray to my God 'cause he
Say when it's hard get on one knee, and ask Thy for forgiveness
Fuck the cash, the ice
Ferraris with two-twenty on the dash when your life ain't right
See, niggas smile up in your face and stick a knife in your back
Snakes shake your hand and got his dick up in your wife back
Why's it like that? It's life, black, and this is the game
The way I see it: Both bitches and niggas, is the same
I trust myself, I can't fuck myself
When hoes leave and no weed, I still know me, just myself
Fear is weakness, learn from what experience teaches
Beware of leeches, the vampires
,
my secrets
Never follow, 'cause most niggas is straight up cowards
Take care of my body's the temple, my mind is the power
So many things that I wanna do
Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna taste, never teasing you
Oooh baby, cause I only wanna be with you; girl you know
Anything that you need, I got it
Million dollar shopping spree, I got it
Anything that you want, I got it
You know, I got it, ask me, I got it
So many things that I wanna do
Wanna kiss, wanna touch, wanna taste, never teasing you
Oooh baby, cause I only wanna be with you; girl you know
Anything that you need, I got it
Million dollar shopping spree, I got it
Anything that you want, I got it
You know, I got it, ask me, I got it
Yeah.. 112...
Mobb Deep... 
Let's go.. 
Da-da-da-da-da.. 
Ohhh.. Let's go..
Let's ride... 
Up in Queens, shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic
Word up
Shaolin, shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic
Word up, kid
The B.K., the shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic
KnowhatI'msayin? 
And Manhattan, shit is for real, we abouts to get hectic
Up in the Bronx, we abouts to get hectic
Word up, knowhatI'msayin? The whole world, kid
Shit is over with, Mobb Deep say party UHH
KnowhatI'msayin? Party UHH
Nine-six, motherfucker
The Infamous
So therefore, say no more
To all my niggas: Get the money
Frontin' niggas get deceased
And, oh yeah, to all them rap-ass niggas
With your half-assed rhymes
Talking about how much you get high, how much weed you smoke
And that crazy space shit that don't even make no sense:
Don't ever speak to me when you see me, know what I'm saying, word
I'ma have to get on some ole "high school" shit
Start punching niggas in they face just for living
Yo, I'm finished what I had to say
Ya'll can continue on
Yeah, QB 
Mobb Deep, dola
It's going down, we're taking over
Vita, gettin' this dough
We don't call it Murder for nothin' 
I'll send you on, Prodigy, Big Noyd, Havoc
Yeah, y'all see us, it ain't a game..Yeah
Oh..Come on..Yeah..You see us
Big Noyd
Havoc 
Black Ice 
Queensbridge 
The Big Twins
Ty
Yo, black 
My man Killa
Germ 
Karate Joe
Ron Gotti 
Ki-Capone
Rasheim 
Stobo 
Tena 
Skins 
And the whole fuckin' projects! 
(It's over, tell the rest of the crew
It's over, tell the rest of the crew
Party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Party's over, tell the rest of the crew)
The motherfuckin' party's over, tell the rest of the crew
Get that nappy up
Yo, get that nappy up
Son, get that nappy up
Queens get that nappy up
Yo, get that nappy up
Motherfucker, word up
C'mon, God, uh, you know what we gotta do, son
You know what I'm sayin'? Word up 
Make that millions, fam
No doubt
It's only there for the taking, son 
Matter fact, let me get some of that beer, son
Niggas drunk all that shit 
41st Side convention, Queens connection
The Bridge we reppin'
Any party that we step in, get the Henny up
VSOP immediately, extra bent
Wildin' out, son, is evident
We stash cream, mansions fulfill my dream
Ice rings gleam, spread love throughout the whole team
Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations
No conversation, bring on your good confrontation
You hesitatin', ass bettin', that's bad business
For the game, nigga, get out the business
You waste of space, substitute, here's a replace
We deface, smack the smile off your fuckin' face
Taint the taste, send you home back to vacate
Get your shit together plus your mind straight
Yo, my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
We pull off at high stakes
Great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams of growing old with my son to live great
Little man, I'm plannin' to enhance your mindstate
The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life
The one before me was a one even more trife
My understandin', I'll raise you with precise plannin'
And put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow through
Plans to live lotto, me and my little kicko
Any man tryin' to stop us, he get wet, though
You couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote
You put your hands too close and try to approach
I won't snap at you, I'm goin' for throats
And when you feel my bite, you sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut close
My formulae, I live life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep wiseguy
Prodigy, turnin' niggas to protegés
My protegé, I advise your ass to make way, make way
For fully-auto gun spray
You're small prey, I'll easily bait and trap game
This man is half mad scientist, half sane
Create a rhyme labyrinth like poisonous cannabis
Here, take a toke of this deadly rare vocalist
Overpower y'all, tiny noise like locusts
Like sunlight through a magnifying glass, I'll focus and burn
A hole straight through your brain and leave you open 
And let the venom soak in
You start sweatin' and goin' through convulsions from dope shit I writ
Leavin' niggas stuck, I let stick
Trapped up in a web of a nigga that's sick
I'll wrap you up, a cocoon, get caught up in the midst
A dangerous, it's risky business fuckin' with this
Contender number one, I put you on top of the list
You're the best challenger so far, I'll give you this
But peep this , fatal shots to solar plex
Man down, now who dares to go next?
Like General Monk Monk, orders to chop necks
I send a message to my whole clique to bomb shit
Atomic, no time for calm shit
We hyperactive when it's time to Vietnam it
Your whole alliance gets singlehandedly bombed
Take heed to the apostle's warning
Word up
And that's how it go 
In every show , don't go
Niggas don't go
You know the deal 
To the exit, niggas, we out, what up?
The Infamous 
Fuck nine-six, nine-seven
Tell the rest of the crew
'Cause it's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yeah, that's a small thing
G.O.D. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
It's the G.O. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
G.O.D. Father Pt. III
QBC, sip lime Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, cube-link, my ice rink
Drama we bring, yo, that's a small thing
What?
Uh 
G.O.D. Father Pt. III, nigga
Punk faggot 
Burn that ass like a book of matches
Yeah, that's just about it
Bitch-ass
Under pressure like fat bitches
Yo, son, tell 'em about that bullshit they put you through
Yo, son, word is bond, dunn
Sometimes I wish I had three different faces
I'm going to court for three cases in three places
One in Queens, Manhattan, one in Brooklyn
The way things is looking, I'ma see central bookings
Facing three 3-to-9's is mad time
After ran concurrent for assault and 2-9's
I gotta maintain 'cause stress on the brain
Can lead to a motherfucking suicide thang
And plus my probation, a ill violation
How the fuck did I get in this tight situation?
I'm going all out, you know, moves I never fake
And fuck the jake, they can catch me at my wake
And if I die, burn a bag of blade
Put the lye in the air, sometimes I just don't care
Son, I got plans, power movements, get on some rude shit
I keep living like this, I might lose it
My man's coming home from doing long ass bids
What up, Kiko? I ain't seen your ass since we was kids
It's all strange; my niggas locked down thinking long range
And see their names in the Daily News third page
They sent a kite to my nigga Killer
It only took one sword to put seven holes in his squealer
A 3-to-9 spending most of his time inside the
bing
Reclined, and still came home with his shine
I got to , but fuck that; never let a nigga take me out of my zone
If he tryin to blown it go
 wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted
Queens nigga grimey retarded
[Verse 3: Havoc & Prodigy +
Sample
]
I gotta
, it's either me or you
Believe me dog, know a nigga like you ain't got shit to lose
But you walking that thin line
I'm clapping you first time for a motherfucker tryin'
And put it past me?
That ass be bleeding somewhere like a hemophiliac exactly
Shut the fuck up before it's too late, go at your gut
You ain't a gangster and yes you could get touched
Saw it before, the henny was talking
It wasn't him, but you know that nine stopped that
I swear these niggas like bitches
Why is that ?
‘Cause these niggas always laying on their back
I got to  but fuck that
Never let a nigga take me out my zone
If he tryin' blown it go 
Wit no remorse kid it's the cold hearted
Queens nigga grimy retarded you know
I got to get away
A.C.D. livin' 
My ice niggas livin' 
Them jewel rockin' niggas livin' 
Them crack niggas livin' 
Them coke-sellin' niggas livin' 
Word, N.Y.C. livin' 
My man L.E.S. livin' 
The whole Queensbridge livin' 
Word up son, we're livin' 
]
KnowI'msayin? Word up, A.C.D., Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin'....
Yo yo, uh
Hold me down son 
Back 'em down son 
Word up, word up son, we gotta get this motherfuckin' money kid
Knahmsayin? What up kid? Fuck that son
It's like that, war, project niggas strike back
It's on - what the fuck you said? I'll be right back
It's like that, war, project niggas strike back
It's on - what the fuck you said? I'll be right back
It's like that, war, project niggas strike back
It's on - what the fuck you said? I'll be right back
Black Mac word up, word up, yo the maxin', pump relaxin'
Check it out son, word up, project niggas strike Back
Set it nigga, fuckin fake-ass motherfuckers
Take your mask off nigga, what? 
Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze slugs
It be the ones standing still that'll peel guns
Spill blood for my dunns thugging for me
Man you don't wanna get involved fucking with P
I spent more nights illing, less nights chilling
The more shots they hold the better they feel it
What be the deal is some killers like to hide behind specs
Others got blatant disrespecting and the rest
Or so young that you wouldn't even expect
To be bursting off guns like a Vietnam vet
On the steps, sitting in the staircase bent
Thinking on ways to take another man's head
Go to war with niggas that's against what I rep
I settle things with a heavy metal fifth
Change clips, switch clothes after I spit
Place niggas back in they space, fuck is on your mind kid
For street niggas living with they lives on the line
For young guns coming up during these times
For police that find drugs let niggas slide
For niggas out slinging like 4 in the night
For your mans not snitching when the pressure is tight
For pistols that don't jam when it's time to strike
For bootleg liquor on a Sunday night
This be the realest shit you heard in your life
Ayo, the rottweiler
Chewin' chihuahua-ass niggas, pull 'em by the collar
And let the lights dim it
And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice
Fatality too, this rap shit is the bitch you shouldn't married into
To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable
It's all good, read 'em on the humble
And while you shinin' in the spotlight
I got this dot right to aim right and stop life
The trife life, ain't no part twos 
When it's over, it's over, you hit
Now send your soldierlys through
Yo, chewin' chihuahua-ass niggas, pull 'em by the collar
And let the lights dim it
And you'll be swimmin' in a puddle of reality juice
Fatality too, this rap shit is the bitch you shouldn't married into
To the set of prenuptial, got paid and too comfortable
It's all good, read 'em on the humble
And while you shinin' in the spotlight
I got this dot right to aim right and stop life
The trife life, ain't no part twos 
When it's over, it's over, you hit
Now send your soldierlys through 
Nah, you can never feel my pain, nigga
Could never feel my pain, nigga
Never feel the pain, nigga
You could never feel the pain, nigga
Nah, never feel the pain, nigga
Think about this are you with your hands on who you running with
Some timers, player haters and dick riders
Bent niggas that be crashin' into dividers
Gettin' you into shit, got that ass tied up
Got them la'd up, got you comin' out of your vault
With no plans of giving back, live in serious debt
Your lady fucking other niggas, you a fool for her
Talking 'bout you got money, you just using her
Actually losin' her...
Yo
Pussy will bring you in this motherfucker
Damn sure take you out too, kid
Check this shit out
A rainy day laid up thinkin', sittin', gettin' bent
Watchin' old '70s flicks
Mind's on the slouch back in the couch, heard the phone ring
It was a shorty from Uptown I met back day
Long time no hear from, no doubt, long time no see
I heard you had a seed, a baby girl and now she's three
What's up with that cat, you know who, your baby pops
Slung rocks up top, then heard he got knocked
"He home, fuck that nigga, I'm on my own
Matter fact, got my own crib, plus I'm all alone"
Word? The bitch is bad, chill, son, she got me tempted
Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented
Fresh Timbs, Mecca dice well presented
Sippin E&J straight, was bent when I entered
Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug
See, ain't seen the bitch since back then and that was bug
Turned the VCR on, Friday, my favorite flick
Offered me a drink, Alizé, I take a sip 
Got into convo, "How you been over the years?"
"Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear"
"What you mean? I thought you left that cat," which was true
"I'm not talkin' about him, another dude
Been with him for a year and had a baby by him
Matter fact, you saw him downstairs, you walked by him"
Now I'm thinking setup, could it be? Or maybe not
She said, "Don't sweat it, he don't got the top lock"
Tried to play it cool, but in my head, shorty's wildin'
Usin' me to get the next nigga jealous, called up the fellas
Ty Nitty line was busy, so I beeped Gotti
Gotti was with Trip and two other grimeys
The Twins, "Let me begin, then explain
I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed
Stuck without a gat, not prepared for combat"
Gave the address, told my son there's more cats
Be there in a second, big gats, no half steppin'
They flippin' on me, talkin' 'bout I never learn my lesson
I laugh in additional, hit them with the math
Hung up the jack while shorty soaked in the bath
Played the living room, dozed off for a second
When I woke up, shorty was standing ass-naked
Make moves, all this bullshit, pussy better be good
Stepped to the room, threw off my Champion hood
Slow motion, all along, bent off the potion
Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open
It was over, laid up in the cut, I heard a thump
Jumped up, threw on my boxers, yo, what the fuck?
All the sudden, I saw this Black motherfucker
With this big-ass gat and two other motherfuckers 
Black masks, clutching duct tape, no escape
Tied me up, smacked me all in my face
Shorty wasn't even screamin', looked up, saw 'em schemin'
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this"
All bloodied up, shook the fuck up, held for ransom
They yelled, "Got the bones," smiled, then started dancin' 
The phone rung, it was my sons, they let 'em know they had me hostage
Threw me on the phone, said, "Son, don't worry, yo, we got this"
Regardless what the outcome all this bullshit
Take a nigga word, don't ever go see a bitch, word
Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into to you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into you, charged
That truth come out when you drunk
Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow
We step up in the club with one thing
On our mind, that's leave with something
Get rid of that ring, get rid of those cuffs
We about to... girl
We about to... girl
We about to... girl-girl
We about to... girl
We about to... girl-girl
Now homie if I go to hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell  we got beef
And tell  I'ma see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'ma 
For leaving us out to dry in straight poverty
For not showing me no signs they watching over me
Look, we a new breed in 2006
We don't give a fuck about that 
Nigga show me where the cash at, the nice whips
With the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, you pray to angels
I'm praying to myself hoping I ain't gotta spank you
My bullets'll shank you
And when my guns start cutting, ain't nobody gon' save you
In the Bible times, they ain't had to deal
With the shit we dealing with, these survival times
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow, I'm good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
Homie if I go to hell and you make it to heaven
Just get me to the gate and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talked my way up out the hood
One time, son, you know we be the illest in this
Pushin' shit back, NYC gat, plottin' to move at
Them big mouth cats, ship'll sink to the bottom
Easily overthrowin' niggas, rollin' over niggas
We be the illest in this
Pushin' shit back, NYC gat, plottin' to move at
Them big mouth cats, ship'll sink to the bottom
Easily rollin' over niggas, overthrowin' niggas 
'Cause live niggas rap this shit
From Rikers Houses to the street's pavement
Word life, kid, I'll have you hoppin' the fence
Dodgin' for life, runnin' the sprint, the Infamous
Live niggas rap this shit
Fake cats get offended, intimidated
Puttin' up they defense
I'll have you hoppin' the fence
Dodgin' for life, runnin' the sprint, the Infamous
Yeah, I know you can't believe it 
We still soakin' it all in ourselves
Hollywood Hav' , V.I.P. 
It's our means...
Curtis... "Billion Dollar Budget" Jackson
Go 'head, be mad at that man, he the one made us rich
You ain't the only millionaires on the block no more
Ya money is old nigga... smell that?
That's new money nigga
We filthy rotten rich... 
And we taken advantage 
G-Unit
, Infamous Mobb Deep
Click-clack!
Bah-bah-bah!
To all you niggas, don't so confuse it
The Infamous is giving you Thug Muzik
To all you niggas, don't so confuse it
The Infamous is giving you Thug Muzik
Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Listen - you can call me Gambino P or V.I.P
My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D
My rings alone could pay for you to eat
For the next few years I'm so icy kid
My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood
My tattoos gon' keep me with a thug part though
My attitude is universal, get harmed - call money
When we get back to Queens we gon' hurt you
Can't afford to ride, you gettin stomped out
I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out
Ready to line you up and take you out
My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down
You pee in your drawers lookin like you're Mexican
After lil' shorty wop wop break you off a lil' bit
You so stupid, we so much rich
And who braggin? I'm just tryin holla at the chicks like
Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to
Now now now now - c'mon
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shine can light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine
Beat downs galore, kids walk away holding they jaws
Wishin they had yours, tours posters plus sneaker stores
Balls be gettin licked kid on whatever airline
Restroom style courtesy from stewardess, the bitch washed mine
Shellbox nines never been popped, Knowledge Bill shots
Israelis be hittin me, Bing's death made the store hot
Jewels gleam, niggas beam, whole team labelled wally king
Goldie brought a pair, Chinese man dot him with the green
World's greatest, Las Vegas payed us, rap crusaders
Casino champs, Gods sport the latest
Today's math, fuck nuthin but ass,
take Cristal baths
Go half on his robbery, we run up on Johnny Cash
Kid's invicible, back to back screws, Wu's suspenseful
You get lynched, starks will play it cool like a mint
Like a night out, whitey's callin me like a double date
Alkies get the shanks, yo it's swine inside Hostess cakes
Yo my man, check the moral or get deaded
You bust a shot and that big bullet was unleaded
Word up
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mine
So long as the sun shine can light up the sky
We in this together son your beef is mine
Kid, you don't know me, you don't wanna know me
You tried to blow me your weak side just showed me
Stepped out my door on 41st Side at 12
,
Didn't see my crew around so I got bent for self
I had to jet back upstairs so I can stash my 9
It was a Friday night  had it bad one time
Cause niggas getting bagged on a regular son
D's like "Fuck the drugs, all we want is the guns,"
So I proceed with caution, eyes open whenever walking
Niggas be ass talking then convict them of extortion
Hold myself down the only way I know
Niggas pumping packs for free, in debt cause they owe
Street life is like a trial, ass out if you blow
The maximum is death son you know how that go
Lye got me on point, paranoid for life
That's why I walk the street with heat especially at night
I represent the North side I hold the title with pride
And when its on, I use the infra-red for guide
Aim it at your temple, with no remorse and never sentimental
My crew is cold-hearted from all the foul shit we been through
Surviving shootouts, bullets hitting the fence sparking
Fuck my fingers, with guns niggas I'm marking til the blocks darkened
Doing my thing, let my gun clap
It's like that!
Yo, my crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats blowing outta your back
What the deal with them tough looks and eye contact?
Starin' all up in your cornea, your cornea lack
The look of a true-to-life, crime niggas attack
Go at the first nigga that front and overreact
You get dealt with, dealt with quick
Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it
You get dealt with, dealt with quick
Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it
Dealt with quick
Opposition get melted by hot shit, he felt it
]
Why'd you have to raise me this way?
You taught me how to survive the concrete
For how long only time will say
Forever you a part of me 
Why'd you have to raise me this way?
I'm surprised we alive today, today
For how long, who am I to say?
Forever you a part of me 
Why'd you have to raise me this way?
You taught me how to survive the concrete
For how long only time will say
Forever you a part of me 
Shorty don't front you better act like you're with it
Strictly back shots you better act like you're with it
Yeah, knahmsayin? Just buggin out
Stupid bitch
From the back, word up
Uh-huh, check it out
What we gon' do is flip it like this
Check it, bust how I do
Yea yea uh-huh
Man down 
Word up, on the strength of all that shit, niggas is gettin' laid down
Man down 
All that, all that drama we got, son
Man down 
Word up, who the, who the fuck is this nigga comin' out outta nowhere?
Man down 
All y'all, all y'all, all y'all
Lay the fuck down
Check it out, dun, them niggas ain't ones
To be blowin' off the top and shit, I'm tired of shit
Dun, I'm about to dot the bitch and leave him stiff
Toss me the fifth, so I can bless the God with gift
Yo, nigga Noyd, what's the topic? Yo, the topic is this
Let me start from the beginning at the top of the list
First of all, them dyke niggas with that spaced-out shit
I stick a rocket up in they ass and give 'em a lift
My marvelous Mobb is tonic, intoxicant, beastly 
Morphine raps, you get dope from N-O-Y-D
Shit fiendin', now get your fix, 'cause you need it
Fucking up your intravenous, the Infamous Mobb top secret
The only way you weaken this is if you peekin' this
Sneak thievin' niggas mischievous
Knowledgin' the God behind the scene on some snake shit
With vultures, water from the mouth 'cause we can taste it
We just waitin' with patience
Yo, dun, check the cross-examination, these niggas fakin'
So you can scream, you can fiend, you can dream for the bacon
Or you can snatch the MAC for the fact it ain't bangin', motherfucker
Man down 
Man down 
Man down 
Man down 
Lay the fuck down 
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
What the fuck you doin', man?
Fuck, son, you shook, nigga
Pow, pow, pow, pow
Yo, stop fuckin' playin' me with that shit, man, c'mon, man, you know, come on, man 
You can't play the kind of games like that, c'mon, man, word up, man 
Put that shit up, man, word up 
Fuckin' buggin', kid
Use that shit or somethin', man
Fuck that, what the fuck, you think I'm not, motherfucker? What you mean, yo?
Better use this shit 
You playin' with it
The fuck, you scared, motherfucker? Shit
Do our thing, hold it down, we got this, lockin' this
Ain't nobody stoppin' this, Rakim and Infamous
Rep the hood for you and yours, no doubt, crash the boards
And you don't really wanna go against the source
Yo, we the men for the operation
You know the M-O, B-B's, warrior style, rare species
Catch us on your block or on your wide-screen tv's
From Jones Beach to overseas from over there
It's right back to the beats
Longevity and all the great-grandseeds eat
Ayo, we bang like the Tunnel and jam like broke gats
One hundred and oh, nigga, go check the stats
QB, yeah the name hold weight and ring bells
All you niggas shook and it ain't hard to tell
Major clientele, the infamous cartel
Catch a buck-fifty, them stars, we scar well
Hard luck, got gassed up and starstruck
Then got stuck in one stroke, the Mobb clutch
Laid up, sippin' all types of shit, get ya chick bent
Talk the bitch to death 'til there's no info left
Homicidal clepto, like the lye leaf, I'm petrol
Regulate the Metropolitan, niggas gettin' bodied in
In the lobby, and lock the door, it ain't safe, kid
Take it how you take it, grab a hold and embrace it
The NYC M-O-B-B thug shit 
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack, you got your knot split, ayo
I can't get enough of it
Either fuck with it or don't fuck with it
Catch us in a middle of the crowd crazily bent
When my cats attack, you got your knot split
We out to win and that's it
We out to win it like this
That's my shit
Yo
Chorus:
We living this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive 
We living this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive 
We living this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive 
We living this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive 
I'm putting holes in ya body like ya bossing a party
Then drown your open sores with Bacardi
Crazy as it seem, my mind is every thug's dream
Kill 'em clean and leave the murder weapon at the crime-scene
I got a bag of tricks for all you wanna-be hard rock dicks
And start running when my gun kicks
Leaving niggas dead on arrival
And keeping it real is my means of survival
I rise to the top while you fall on your face
So coward-ass niggas just stay in ya place
I won't lie... and I don't give a fuck if I die
You can tell a real nigga by the look in his eye
Mobb Deep, and we got mad beef, but fuck it
It goes with the territory, we stuck with it
I admit, I didn't do it, the Glock did it
I should've got a bid, but the case was acquitted
You want a future with kids and a wife?
I rather drop while I'm living the street life
Get high like the motherfuckin champion
Bust a cap in ya back and I stash the gun
You better realize
How you want it, bent, ski'd or straight blunted?
How you want it, bent, ski'd or straight blunted?
How you want it, bent, ski'd or straight blunted?
How you want it, bent, ski'd or straight blunted?
Takin' you off here, say he gotta get got
Nigga violated so he gotta get got
Vaccinated nigga, gave your body that shot
Handle that shit off top
Takin' you off here, said he gotta get got
Nigga violated so he gotta get got
Vaccinated nigga, gave your body that shot
Handle that shit off top
Takin' you off here, say he gotta get got
Nigga violated so he gotta get got
Vaccinated nigga, gave your body that shot
Handle that shit off top
Takin' you off here, say he gotta get got
Nigga violated so he gotta get got
Vaccinated nigga, gave your body that shot
Handle that shit off top
I'm takin' you off here
"Here I go again, whether I, win or lose"
[Verse 1: Havoc &
Prodigy
]
Another day, another dollar, it's 'bout getting money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold, hustling for so long
My hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm
It's like ahh, shit it's on, time to go shopping
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
And fuck looking cute, save that for the broad
It's the H-A-V-O-C, dump and reload
Knock-knock, answer that, I'm blasting through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and I'm slutting lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still on parole
We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold, it's bulging out our jeans
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
[Verse 2: Havoc &
Prodigy
]
Y'all like bitches – the chit-chattering
Stay not liking a nigga but giving dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him
Never get cool with you niggas, I end up clapping 'em
Federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggas
Franklin and Grant, get your ass blammed with the quickness
Y'all niggas is finished, you overdosing the world
With that cute shit, it's time for this realness
And here I go again, letting the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'mma date shorty, put it up in her backbone, for real
Put it on her like a track I rapped on, for real
Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors
We run laps around every artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black with the black rims
Killing your bitch in her a-hole, uh-oh!
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world, top of the world
Fuck what niggas sayin', they ain't sayin' nothin'
See me any time of day, they ain't sayin' nothin'
Talkin' 'bout they let it spray, they ain't sayin' nothin'
Better yet, I'm right here, nigga, say somethin'
Fuck what niggas sayin', they ain't sayin' nothin'
See me any time of day, they ain't sayin' nothin'
Talkin' 'bout they let it spray, they ain't sayin' nothin'
Better yet, I'm right here, nigga, say somethin'
Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
Those who have understood this have manipulated people for centuries and deep millennia by manufacturing and controlling religion
Young niggas that blast for me, no religion
This time, vote like your whole world depended on it
When I feel like gettin' bent
I'mma drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs gettin' lost in the fog
Never, to return I guess they heard God's call
And naythin' don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds
My surroundings
Get suspect we start four-poundin' shit
Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty but an enemy it was clear
I just be another problem that he feenin' to fix
But I, can't have that
Pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one niggas like Mahadat
It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls
Killings, boroughs, buildings, disease
Stress, in these, N.Y.C
I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls
Killings, boroughs, buildings, disease
Stress, in these, N.Y.C
I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls
Killings, boroughs, buildings, disease
Stress, in these, N.Y.C
Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right
Skip To My Lou
had the crowd jumpin'
Took a walk through the park frontin'
Didn't even have to hurt nuttin'
Man I love it, ain't nothin' like summer in New York
Hear Infamous Thoughts, then the Dream Team music starts
Damn, we young black entrepreneurs
New York Pricks and Dicks can't stop our floss
We like organized crime, the fuckin' Mobb
I'm only twenty-six playin' wit' serious cards
Dead serious cash, luxurious labs
Learn to balance pain with fame, you can't complain
Just another day, livin' in the hood
Just another day around the way
Feelin' good today
Oh no we can't complain
Just another day livin' in New York
Dealin' with the jakes and the snakes
Feelin' good today
We hit 'em up cuz we here to stay
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like you somebody lookin' like the player of the year, boy
Fuck brought ya ass around here
This is Queens lil' homie, get caught around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Comin' through for these bitches, shit happen around here, yea
Fuck brought ya ass around here
Like niggas got somethin' to live for around here
Dunn these niggas is actresses
And they tryin' to play the man's role
Can't they see us wildin' out on the video?
Don't they see us in the club swingin' elbows?
Or on the street with our jewels on the cell phone?
Hoppin' the sidewalk with Benzes and Jeeps
I ran through more cars than it's sand on the beach
I'm pleased to meet you, now here's a word to the smart
Don't ever let your peoples boost up your heart
Cause you'll fuck around and get your ass torn apart
Challengin' the Mobb in the arts
Our literature stands colossal, compared to y'alls
Way ahead of your time, you're strugglin' to keep up
Your style's limited, your rap's primitive
Go 'head with that bullshit you kicked dunn
Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes 'til death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first
Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes 'til death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
And it's a must we burst ours first, nigga
Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes 'til death do us
And y'all weak to us
If you stand amongst us, prepare for the worst
It's a must we burst ours first
Nigga we Infamous, ashes to ashes
*Crowd protesting and gunfire*
The H.N.I.C
The Head Nigga in Charge
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The H.N.I.C
The Head Nigga in Charge
The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge
The MOBB, the status - we large
The guns, the drama, the love, the Mobb...
For my G-pack niggas
Right, right
Shooting at cops, nigga what
For my G-pack niggas
Fuck the police
N.Y.P.D., New York Pricks and Dicks
They can't stop our floss
Straight up 
For my A.M. niggas 
My Ante Meridian niggas; what up dunn?
Liquor store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
Yo dunn, we got guns in the grass, it's three at night
I'm about to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch the biscuits from out the lawn
Fuck a cab, let's take cracked-out Yolanda's Saab
We gave that bitch two wibbles
And skated off with her vehicle for that pillow
All outside the borough, dunn what happened to Queens
Like Sutphin and 1-2-1, Farmers and 116th
The got us on the B-Q-E, just to get a taste of that greenery
We took our smoke out to Coney Island, posted up by the Himalaya
Pina Colada champales mixed with Dainy
That's St. Ide's in dunn lingo
Spillin it on the floor for our dead people
While I spark the sequel shit; my niggas got lungs
When we smoke, that shit only go around once
Dogs, we just killin' time
Somebody just got they shit twisted on the block fuckin' up the grind
So, 'til it pipe down
We just going at these sluts - bitch, we wanna fuck right now
Son I'm on a bench high eatin' chicken wings and french fries
A crackhead fuck spent his last bucks on six dimes
I'm one gram from big-time, a spliff away from overdosin'
My heart is broken, my man started smokin' again
P, I heard the tunnel open again
I spoke to Flex he said he's gonna let both of us in
Its time to load up the autos and semis
I wish my nigga Spank was in a physical form of life
I got my uptown Nikes thugged out and icy
Mad deep, jumpin' out the Cocaine white Jeep
Through was strugglin', so I resume hustlin'
Rap game or crack game my crew is still bubblin
Yo, three in the morning and the D's on the corner still
Seems we were born to kill, yo P meet me on the hill
So we can jet through Queens in SUV's
Show these motherfuckers how we rep this thang, ya know?
Knowledge of equality of all people
Even though physically we not all equal
Erase the racism
The only thing I see when I look at a person is good or evil
But the 'black man is god'
Yeah that shit sound good
But that shit don't apply when you try and get a job
This is real world music, reality rap
We spent too many years on that fantasy crap
It's time we deal with the facts
And the fact is you ain't better than somebody because the color of your skin
I did three years in prison
And the white boys showed me more love than any of my so-called niggas
So you can go and ? your doctrine
The only thing that matters is you negative or positive
And you can go to hell even where I'm sure you'll be fine with the rest of your kind
People are so blind, so deaf, so dumb
Which proves you want to battle with the war not done
You might got these other people fooled
But you can't fool we because we know that you a black devil
I see you got your spin, careful with that shit
Quiet on the set, police on our neck
Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
Unholy water my cup
In this mental, physical, spiritual war
Yeah it's a spiritual war
It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
Listen,
I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood
My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug
Whole universe is my outlet, I and I, we are one
Respect the flower of life
, or get your petal plucked like
She love me or she love me not?
You love me or you love what I got?
It's okay if you're scared, turn your fear into power
We got serpents in the garden, some of those apples are sour
GMO
Careful with that shit
Quiet on the set, police on our neck
Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
Unholy water my cup, a little Henny
In this mental, physical, spiritual war
Yeah it's a spiritual war
It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
I've got a diamond heart, 24 karat blood
My body is my temple, bitch, I am the plug
Whole universe is my power source, I stay on, I stay lit
At
1.21 gigawatts
, I brainstorm, start rainin'
Start rainin', start rainin'
At 1.21 gigawatts, I brainstorm and start rainin'
On you warriors, we not scared
We stand in front your tanks like Tiananmen Square
I see you got your spin, careful with that shit
Quiet on the set, police on our neck
Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
Unholy water my cup
In this mental, physical, spiritual war
Yeah it's a spiritual war
It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
I see you got your spin, careful with that shit
Quiet on the set, police on our neck
Your head, light that up, let me get that Ace
Unholy water
my cup
In this mental, physical, spiritual war
Yeah it's a spiritual war
It's an actual, factual, supernatural war
350s, nine millis, extendo 47s
They want us to all disarm, but we ain't givin' up our weapons 
It's the USA, mafuckin' USA, the US of A
We're black and beautiful, black is powerful
And we all here to stay
Right here in the United States
Mafuckin' USA, the US of A
Look, we are all beautiful, all powerful
All one human race
One love...
I'm going out
I'm going out
I'm going out
This is about psychological warfare
A specific type of warfare
Designed to distract, misinform, and anesthetize the brain
We must remain vigilant at all times
And be alert to their insidious attack on the mind
For they have come before
And they will come again
 x2
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son, extra cash just for more guns
What? What? Nigga knock your man out boy
Knock him out cold boy
Like a motherfucker boy
Yo, know what I'm saying?
We gon' be here all night like a motherfucker
Infamous forever
Know what I'm saying?
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
We got it locked baby
I'll let you know nigga
Got it under control
Niggas ain't ready for us baby
It's Mobb style, Infamous Mobb we coming through
You know how we do
We're like the motherfucking watchtower yo
Strictly thug
Know what I'm saying?
Strictly thug boy, let ya know
To all ya niggas
Strictly thug boy, The REAL thug life nigga
Permanent scars, like a 
No matter what you think
A ho gonna be a ho
And a nigga definitely gonna be a nigga
Cuz I'm a nigga
M, O, double B
I don't know why they wanna trouble me
Is it because they bitch be suckin me
Or just mad cause they shitted wit the family
We be bubbling, up in the Navigator huddlin
While you frontin in that rental, cuddling
With that weak ass bitch, damn right she snitch
And if I had in my misdt, she'd be biting shit
Hook 2X:
Cause a ho gonna be a ho
A nigga gonna be a nigga
No matter what the fuck you think
Got cash in my escrow, never gonna let it go
Chillin at the crib layin in my boxers
While shorty got bent spittin tha latest gossip
Didn't want to hear it in the middle cut her off
Lit a stog, smacked her ass, grabbed her by the draws
Bugged in the head but her looks turned me on
She tried to turn me on with edible thongs
Plus I like the way she sounded when repeatin my songs
From Queens to get to her crib didn't take long
Said she had a man but was locked up in Attica
Freak off with the VCR to my camera
After that shit that happened to 2Pac
Yell rape? Show 'em the tape jus playin my part
Opposed to being on tape but the G that I ran
Had her tongue in my ear and my dick in her hand
When I thought I knew I shoulda brought my fam
Bring her to the lowest level and shared it with my mans
Hook 2X:
So keep movin, You better keep walkin
The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin
Clinging for life
How it feel when that steel hit the grill huh
For real, for real shit be that real son
The grimy endulge in nothing but gangsterness
That ice is lookin major on your wrist
Is you ready to die like a man for it
Or pass it right over, fall back and get extorted
Like a camcorder every move is recorded
Keep them hands so I see them
Every thought I can read 'em!
Ya'll some ho ass niggas, I'll slap days out you
You was raised off our shit we made rappers
Bitch ass nigga
I'll buck the fuck out that nigga
And peel that fruit, kill that fool
'88, is you crazy?!
That's when I was fuckin Sophie and you was pumpin for poison!
My nigga Killa Dang woulda spit in your face
Illa Ghee been told me about that doja boy Jay
So keep movin, You better keep walkin
The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin
Clinging for life
So keep movin, You better keep walkin
The nine will have them crawlin, crawlin
Clinging for life
It's Murda Muzak, niggas on my block relate to it
Murda Muzak, my peoples on the cell block use it
Homicide Muzak, Dunn stand up on the count
Is you involved wit it or out, while I shout
Yeah! Hahaha...
Hollywood Hav, nigga
Rod Vegas P, nigga... hahahaha
Nyce, nigga
Y'all niggas know what time it is, man
Real Gs over here, nigga... hahaha
P! What's up, nigga, give me the word, nigga
I'll ride on these bitch ass industry niggas all day, nigga
This is what we do, ya heard?
Hahahaha... yeah, man, we stunting in the Porsches too, nigga, back to back, you bitch ass niggas
Yeah
We got money, nigga
Holla at me, you bitch ass nigga
I hate y'all niggas man, hahahahaha
I fucking hate y'all, man
Word up, man
But we riding out though, you know what I'm saying?
And we gangsta ass Mobb Deep style, nigga
Y'all niggas know what time it is, nigga
Ride out, nigga
I understand that time is runnin' out
Yeah, that last hourglass ain't drop
Too late for a teardrop
Should've made that thing pop
Should've been more aware or not
W-A-R, nigga it's all theatrics and one great, big drama
Whole universe in the audience
Now think about how really small we are
We like blood cells movin' through the veins of a heart
Inside Mother Earth body, and damn she thick
You ever think about that on weed?
It's a trip
Meanwhile, back on a higher plane
Where real life is takin' place
We stay away from the lames
We don't let the bullshit drain us
Stay away from them basics
All love, no hatred
But we don't tolerate fools
Please try your call later
Goodbye, God controls when I die
I'ma meet God halfway and I'ma extend my life
Case in point tryna kill me, I'm tryna kill you too
Overcome and survive, 'cause that's what niggas do
I'ma buy a Benz 'cause that's what niggas do
You understand me?
I'ma smoke weed 'cause that's what niggas do
I'ma pack a gat 'cause that's what niggas do
You understand me?
I'ma get drunk 'cause that's what niggas do
It's evident I'm that nigga
And I will never not be that nigga
My confidence is never shot
It doesn't go away, it's on me like some body armor
Look into my eyes, I ain't playin' with you muh'fuckas
Burn somethin' with your boy, let me play you these joints
I been workin' all year, let me ball your ears
Come check a nigga out, you know I won't let you down
This that number one murder sound
1 by 1, I knocks 'em out
And give less fucks than Danny Brown
Fly ass nigga, I'm a muh'fuckin' mack
I'm way too strong, better step on that
What rap artists ain't ready for is a real person
You know what I wanna say, a real n-i-g-g-a
I'ma act very black, you know what I'm sayin'?
And if niggas wanna be down
Shit, it can be an all nigga thing, but if niggas don't
Shit, I'll be by my motherfuckin' self
If youse a shooter then shoot nigga, I'm doin my thang
If you seen-a, my nina, you seen it go bang
That shit they do in your hood, they do it in mine mayne
I put a hole in a nigga, I ain't motherfuckin playin
You niggas ain't nuttin but clown killers for real
I'm down with the Unit, for the Gorillas for real
Go bananas if you want, ooh ooh, you gettin peeled
Y'all shoot for the shoot, we do this for real
Clap me's a motherfucker, make more mills
Cash me a check, to cop more wheels
Shorty you a bad bitch and good-ass steel
Now, I hop up on the dillz and smeared that lip gloss
Me and P sharin bitches like we switch Porsche
My hammer navigate beef, Hummer don't get lost
Boy, that Desert Eagle have that whole shit ripped off
Yeah - we get that gwop, cause we make
Shit that pop heavy rotation, your shit flop
Won't stop 'til we get, to that top
If the gun too far then you will get oxed
Y'all niggas ain't real y'all just talk a lot
If you a killer then kill somethin, you talkin all day
Frontin, killin nuttin, you niggas is real gay
See me shinin, mad diamonds, now what can I say
I'm a mega star, never thought it'd be this way
Niggas fightin for the bottom, I feel your pain
I'm at the top and I'm never comin back again
Except for when I come to scoop lil' shorty good brains
Out the hood, you see me in yo' hood don't play
I open up yo' head, and expose yo' brain
It's not a joke or a game, and I ain't tryin
To advance my rap lines, please believe what I say
I'm a Mobb nigga, nigga I do this all day
Hit the weed hit the gas on the Lamb' to skate
See me comin through the club, get out of my way
You don't know me, man get out of my face
'Fore I flip, no shit, you niggas get sprayed
]
Stop smilin', be still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', be still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', be still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', be still don't nothin' move but the money
Stop smilin', be still don't nothin' move but the money
Who would think anyone of us would cease to exist
Left with just thoughts of the past to reminisce
Sometimes I see a chick walking past with ya kids
Or find an old flicka of some 1-2-fifth
All the shit that we been through it boils to this?
Dun, I wish we could start it all over again
What's the fuckin' deal, motherfuckin'
Scarface
nigga,
killer
for Bean, Fugi, Gooey, I can't take no more nigga, Corey, Black Ed, the fuck, knahmsayin'? I'll Will burnin'
Harry, fuck yo, I can't take no more man
Frankie, Spank, whattup man? Straight up
My grandmoms man, my granddad man
Grandma Brooks, straight up my pops man
Straight up man, that's it
All my dead, all my dead
Man, the little babies man, no more man
Abortion babies man, I can't take no more man
I'll never forget you, all my dead it's all love man
Motherfuckin'
Yambo
, in a minute, we'll be there
Motherfuckin' Yammy, straight up, I can't wait
You was my strength nigga, I miss y'all
I can't believe you gone nigga
What the fuck happened?
Ain't nobody else goin' away man
You ain't takin' nuttin' else from me man
Nobody can't take nuttin' else from me man, that's it
I dare you! Come try, it's over man
You can't take nuttin' else from us yo
That's my word, I put my life on it I'll be next nigga, straight up
I'll stand up for that
'Cause ain't none of my niggas goin', that's enough
We had enough
It's the Veteran's Memorial right here man
Straight up, man
We love y'all, one love
You can never bag my bitch homie
I know that she loyal to me
She know that you not that nigga you claim to be, c'mon stop it whoadie
I get the baddest women, you only pulling skanks
I spit that real life to 'em, you niggas spitting game
Say what I mean, mean what I say
If I tell that bitch to come on
That bitch best move without haste
Yeah she gangbang, she crazy
My gangstress, my lady
Ask what set she claiming
She gon' say that gang P
Gangsta bitch, give me a gangsta bitch
I wanna gangsta do it with my gangsta bitch
Give me a gangsta bitch
Gangsta bitch, I got a gangsta bitch
Smoking gangsta ouuwie, with my gangsta bitch
I got a gangsta bitch
Pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick stack
, the kid is back
I told y'all niggas ninety-eight lives that
Yo, ninety-nine I piss on rap
Two thousand where your pistols at?
Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue
Thirty-thousand dollar chains that swing
Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit
Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit
Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch
Yo you's a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when
You're growlin' all over the tape
, you get chewed when
I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete
We splash more niggas than the wavepool did
Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill
Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real
You steady playin' the field
Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can't feel
You cooked up a half-ass meal
It's time for me to catch burn on the wheels of steel
My shit fills, the appetite of the populace
We could do it via satellites just us
And show the world how that ass get bust
Ever since a little yuke, I had this lust
To pick up the motherfuckin' pen and just rush
Like morphine beats, through the wires of the EPS plus
You get penalized, for tryin' to rock with the upmost
Get branded, for bein weak the most, now be ghost
The fuck outta here, with that bullshit you tryin' to share
With the planet, you need to be shot rappin'
I got sickle cell I feel the pain all year, what's happenin'
Fake thugs wanna front like they contractin'
Numbers on my head, thun please, I'm here waitin'
You can't touch me, there's no fake love amongst me
There's no fake niggas that's run with me
Somebody gave y'all the wrong info, I ain't get kicko-ed
You nympho, put me on to where you breathe at
You 'sposed to taught that bitch much better than that
I dwell, where the rest of my vets is at
From Sumnerville to BX and back
To the lab in the dungeons
My house of reresentatives stay starvin', beats thumpin'
We unholy, 'cause there ain't a part missin'
My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker
AWWW, SHIT! 
You gon' be alright!
Yo, son I fuckin' got hit, man! 
Don't worry about me, son!
Don't worry about me! 
Worry about Noyd! Get Noyd, man! 
Yo, Big Noyd! 
YO! OPEN YOUR FUCKIN' EYES, MAN! 
DON'T FUCKIN' FALL ASLEEP!  
Chill, son! I don't say nothin', man!
Be quiet, man!
Chill, man!  
Chill, man! I ain't dyin', son!
You're not gon' fuckin' die on me, man! 
Fuck it, man!
 
Cradle to the grave...  
]
So what you rep dunn?
(Iraq, where niggas burst guns
And everybody on the block pump junk
So what you rep dunn?)
Dunn the infamous, Q.B. houses
Where niggas stand out all night, and make thousands
What you rep?
(Iraq, where niggas get buried
And we fight dirty, and stay hungry
So what you rep dunn?)
Q.B., we like to blow faces
And pop slugs in your illest nigga's rib cages
And I was still livin' it
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still gettin' it
It was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still livin' it
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still gettin' it
It was all a dream
I had a dream that my first contract was a good one
When I get in I'ma let the whole hood come
Visualizin' all the things that could come
I did a lot of bad shit, I'm the good son
Everything paid for, we don't lease shit
My niggas still wit' me, that's G-shit
Four chandeliers, Master P shit
In the middle of the ocean, sea sick
Gorgeous,
top of the Forbes list
No such as thing as, 'I can't afford this'
Pinky ring,
sky dweller, iced out Choca
Money talks so I spoke up, then I woke up
And I was still livin' it
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still gettin' it
It was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still livin' it
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still gettin' it
It was all a dream
And I was still livin' it
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still gettin' it
It was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still livin' it
It was all a dream, it was all a dream
Woke up and I'm still gettin' it
It was all a dream
[Chorus: DMC, Rev Run, &
Both
]
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time, it's tricky
Tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time, it's tricky
Tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky, tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tr
[Outro: DMC, Rev Run, &
Both
]
We are not thugs, we don't use drugs, but you assume on your own
They offer coke and lots of dope, but we just leave it alone
It's like that, y'all, y'all, but we don't quit
You keep on rock shock
'cause this is it
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way 
Walk this way, talk this way
Walk this way, talk this way
Well, just gimme some head
Like this
Tricks are for kids, he plays much gigs
He's a big bad wolf and you're the three pigs
He's a big bad wolf in your neighborhood
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good
There it is
[Verse 4: Run-D.M.C., Run &
D.M.C.
]
We're Run-D.M.C., got a beef to settle
D's not Hansel,
he's not Gretel
Jay's a winner, not a beginner
His pocket gets fat, others get thinner
J-j-j-j-j, jump
on Jay like cow jumps moon
People chase Jay like dish and spoon
And like all fairy tales end
You'll see Jay again my friend, huh
What up, what up, what up?
Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare
Myself, homeboy got fifty pair
Got blue and black, 'cause I likes to chill
And yellow and green when it's time to get ill
Got a pair that I wear when I'm playin' ball
With the heel inside, make me ten feet tall
[Verse 5: D.M.C., Run-D.M.C. &
Run
]
My Adidas only bring good news
And they are not used as felon shoes
They're black and white, white with black stripes
The ones I like to wear when I rock the mic
On the strength of a famous university
We took the beat from the street and put it on TV
My Adidas are seen on the movie screen
Hollywood knows we're good, if you know what I mean
We started in the
alley,
now we chill in
Cali
And I won't trade my Adidas for no  beat up Bally's
My Adidas
You know it's like that, and that's the way it is
Because it's like that, and that's the way it is
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
I'm D.M.C., in the place to be
I go to St. John's University
And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
I'm light-skinned, I live in Queens
And I love eatin' chicken and collard greens
I dress to kill, I love the style
I'm an MC you know who's versatile
Say I got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
I go Uptown, I come back home
With who? me, myself, and my microphone
All my rhymes are sweet delight
So here's another one for y'all to bite
When I rhyme, I never quit
And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it
'Cause it takes a lot, to entertain
And sucker MC's can be a pain
You can't rock a party with the hip in hop
You gotta let em know you'll never stop
The rhymes have to make 
You got to know where to start 
Like we said before, we rock hardcore
I'm DJ Run, I can scratch,
I'm DMC, I can draw
And now we got the knack  to attract
Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac
We'll reign on your brain
and rock your
knot
When it comes to rock, give it all we got
To be MCs, we got what it takes
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
We're cool, cool cats, it's like that
That's the way it is
, so stay the hell back
We're causin' hard times, for sucker MC's
'Cause they don't make no songs like
these
PERIOD!
Down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King
Down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King down with the king, the king down with the king
The King Down with the
The King Down with the
The King Down with the
The King Down with the
The King Down with the king
[Verse 3: Run, D.M.C.,
Run & D.M.C.
]
We got all the lines and all the rhymes
We don't drop dimes and we don't do
crimes
We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
And never wear the pants they call the Calvin Kleins
'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs
,
sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat 
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We don't stop
Don't, don't stop 
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool T now, hah, hah
My man, my man
My, my man Jam Master
In, in his place to be 
The big beat blaster
Wailin', straight up rap
Countin' green
All the way live
Re-Remember you don't stop
And, and, and, and you don't stop
R-R-Rock, rock the spot
Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah 
Run rocks it well, huh, well, well
A-with the clientele
Krush Groove 
We're-We're, we're-we're 
We're-we're, we're-we're in the hottest place
Ha (
Cold Crush
),
so Larry
Homeboys
Now we're talkin' autographs
Talkin' autographs and autographs
Fly girls in the place
Homeboys
Hollis Crew
Yo, I know you ain't talkin' to me 
Man, you ain't sayin' nothin' 
Ill-illin' 
Talkin' 'bout my moms? Talkin' 'bout my moms?
You see, I want respect, if I'm correct
They're all like a ball that I have checked
And the shots they take have no effect
The punk tried to dunk, but he broke his neck
'Cause I rock harder and I get farther
You wanna battle D? Hey, please, don't bother
To waste your time, messin' with my rhyme
The only kick you'll get out of it is in your behind
Hard times spreading just like the flu
Watch out homeboy, don't let it catch you
P-p-p-prices go up, don't let your pocket go down
When you got short money you're stuck on the ground
Turn around, get ready, keep your eye on the clock
And be on point for the future shock
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times are coming to your town
So stay alert, don't let them get you down
They tell you times are tough, you hear that times are hard
But when you work for that ace you know you pulled the right card
Hard times got our pockets all in chains
I'll tell you what, homeboy, it don't have my brain
All day I have to work at my peak
Because I need that dollar every day of the week
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times can take you on a natural trip
So keep your balance, and don't you slip
Hard times is nothing new on me
I'm gonna use my strong mentality
Like the cream of the crop
, like the crop of the cream
B-b-b-beating hard times, that is my theme
Hard times in life, hard times in death
I'm gonna keep on fighting to my very last breath
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Hard times
Jam Master Jay is the one in charge
It's up to him to rock beats that are truly large
He is the master of the scratch and cut
So move your arms, so move your legs
So won't you move your butt
We're not talking ground, we're not talking sky
We're not talking low, we're not talking high
We're not talking big, we're not talking small
We want all of the people on off the wall
We're not talking night, we're not talking day
But we're talking bout Jam Master Jay
Whose house? 
Run’s house 
Whose house? 
Run’s house 
“Say what? Say what?”
“Say what? Say what?”
“Say what?”
[Chorus: Run, D.M.C.,
Run & D.M.C.
]
You know I'm proud to be Black, y'all
And real brave, y'all
And motherfucker, I could never be a slave, y'all
So take that
Gonna tell ya somethin', put your mind in a swirl
God bless the next baby that comes in this world
The world's full of hate, discrimination and sin
People judgin' other people by the color of skin
I'll attack this matter in my own way
Man, I ain't no slave, I ain't bailin' no hay
Written a deposition, in any condition
Don't get in my way, 'cause I'm full of ambition
I'm proud to be Black and I ain't takin no crap
I'm fresh out the pack and I'm proud to be Black, so take that
There was a man, an inventor, who invented so well
He invented a fortune for a man named Bell
George Washington Carver made the peanut great
Showed any man with a mind could create
You read about Malcolm X in the history text
Jesse Owens broke records,
Ali broke necks
What's wrong with ya, man? How can you be so dumb?
Like Dr. King said, "We shall overcome"
“Mary, Mary!” Why ya buggin’?
“Mary, Mary!” I need ya huggin’
It’s not Mary who was quite contrary
Talkin’ bout Mary who was always in a hurry
The things she needed were necessary
She did not need a busted cherry
True and blue just like a blueberry
Ask if she’s crazy and I’ll say very
Livin’ in a house that’s out on the prairie
I worry about Mary, cause Mary is scary
“Mary, Mary!” Why ya buggin’?
“Mary, Mary!” I need ya huggin’
“Mary, Mary!” Why ya buggin’?
“Mary, Mary!” I need ya huggin’
“Mary, Mary!” Why ya buggin’?
Well I'm the microphone master, super rhyme maker
I get def as the others get faker
It's me D.M.C. in the place to be
And I still got the same old harmony
I'm the Deva-STATIN, Mic Controller
The word wi-zard and the chief rock HOLDER
Bad b-boy made for the b-girls
Rock rulin' rhymes as the turntable twirls
Supreme leader was born to talk
And over any 'corded rap king, I'll exalt
I'm from Hollis Queens and the games we play
See these games most everyday
People ridin' round town, think hot rods
Get paid real well, don't have jobs
We've got pickpockets, thieves, gamblin' man
Bettin' twenty to one, right against your friend
We've got 'em all out there, doin' their best
Play slick games and avoid arrest
Now the games of life, are really fun
But you had to play the game until the game is done
So play on..
.. to the break of dawn
As we rock y'all on to the early morn'
He's JAM MASTER JAY, the big beat blaster
HE gets better cause he know HE HAS TO
It's eighty-three and he's a little faster
And only practice MAKES A REAL JAM MASTER
JMJ ARE THE LETTERS OF HIS NAME
Cuttin' and scratchin' ARE THE ASPECTS OF HIS GAME
So check out the Master as he cuts THESE JAMS
Then look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, one two three
Jam Master Jay, -D.M.C.!!
[Hook: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
You talk too much
And then you never shut up
I said
you talk too much
Homeboy you never shut up
Said it's everybody's business that you love to mind
And talkin' to you is like dropping a dime
You're spreading the word like it is your job
You should be a stool pigeon who works for the mob
[Hook: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
You talk too much
Then you never shut up
I said
you talk too much
Homeboy you never shut up!
[Verse 8: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
A big blabbermouth,
that's what you are
If you were a talk show host, you'd be a star
I said your mouth is big,
size extra large
And when you open it, it's like my garage
[Hook: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
You talk too much
And then you never shut up
I said
you talk too much
Homeboy you never shut up
[Verse 9: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
You always like to gossip, just like a girl
You talk so damn much, it's outta this world
When you're reincarnated in your second life
You won't be a man, you'll be a nagging wife
[Hook: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
You talk too much
Then you never shut up
I said
you talk too much
Homeboy you never shut up!
SHUT UP!!!
SHUT UP!!!
[Verse 10: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
Twenty-five hours,
eight days a week
Thirteen months out a year is when you speak
I'm tired of listening to the garbage you talk
Why don't you find a short pier, then take a long walk?
[Outro: Run, DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
You talk too much
Then you never shut up
I said
you talk too much
Homeboy you never shut up!
You talk too much
You could be out of breath
You talk too much
Man you naggin' me to death
You talk too much
Tired of hearing you speak
You talk too much
Eight days a week
You talk too much
Then you never shut up
I said
you talk too much
Why don't you ever shut up?
You talk too much
Then you never shut up!
I said
you talk too much
Homeboy you never shut up!
I was born son of Byford, brother of Al
Bannah's my mamma and Run's my pal
It's McDaniels, not McDonald's
These rhymes are Darryl's, the burgers are 
I ran down my family tree
My mother, my father, my brother, and D
Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb , dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb 
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb 
Dumb
The girl is
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb-dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb 
Dumb girl 
The girl is dumb
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I ink a deal with Adidas, my pinkie stinky with stones
Now that was back in the day, now little Dicky is grown
And I was hot in the 80's, feel I'm hotter than you
Had a Rolls and a Rollie and Run with  in the room
Rock Adidas, Adidas, the sneaker leaders for years
You can say what you wanna but my Adidas is here
D, the king of the rappers and even king of the hood
Had a list of his wishes, he wish a whack rapper would
Man I was wheelin' and grinnin, they wasn't takin' it well
Jay was rockin' the wheels and we was rocking the shells
New York to Philly got illie, rockin' harder than Harden
Did the stretch and then left 'em' and went and ripped up The Garden
Entire, flyer no higher like 40 Benz and a Jag
Ask any rapper alive, the Rev invented the swag
All day on display, amazing style
Everything I say'll make the crowd go wild
Jam Master Jay, give me chance by the pile
Put me in my Adidas since I was a child
I'm in my pro models that I model like the pros
I go full throttle I'm a lot like Derek Rose
I'm Adidas down from my head to my toes
Even when I'm in the gym it's the three-stripe shorts
White superstars with the three black stripes
I'm like a god when I'm rocking this mic
The greatest MC in all the years
The best sneakers in the world is the brand called Adidas
In case you, in case you, in case you forgot
Me and my Adidas always standing on top
We rule hip-hop and all of the sports
The man on the beat is A-Trak of course
Мои кроссы с тремя полосками наследили по-жесткому
На белгородских подмостках и сценах клубов московских
Улицах грязных, дорожках красных, на плитах и досках
В аэропортах заморских и русских отделах ментовских
Отели, хостелы, жаркий Ростов и Питер промозглый
Дальний Восток и Сибирь, от Норильска до Омска
Калининградская область, Кольский полуостров
Давно дошел бы до края, если бы Земля была плоской
Душный клуб или открытый воздух
Небо над головой или гримерка тесноты несносной
Гонорары или прохожими брошенная мелочи горстка
В зале — 7100 или просто 90
У крутого концерта есть свои признаки:
Первый — это мокрые насквозь от пота кеды с трилистником
Остальное — алхимия, магия, мистика
Но это условие обязательно должно быть истинно
My beats were played and laid rhymes made
Jay DJ'ed and I got paid
Made something out of nothing 
Yes my brother I would do it for you
I roam in the zone of the microphone
And I'm on the throne but I'm not alone
Got bones of steel and not of stone
I'm known to be prone and make your momma moan
Time for the rhyme so let the stars shine
Shame for the fame and the name combined
Run for the fun but you can gimme your ring
Show I gotta go so now a word from the King
Hardcore, rhymes galore, giving you more
And like I said before...
Beats to the rhyme the name of this jam
D that's me and that's who I am
Rocking on the mic cause you know I can
You gotta understand I don't give a damn!
Jay here to play today, I must say
Arranged in the way that is A-OK
As we wax the tracks all the DJ's play
With 
A little 
A big 
{*guitar solo*}
Ah with a voice like thunder, words of wonder
Over all standin tall and the suckers fall under
Posessed with power, cowards will cower
Ducks we devour hour hour after hour
Three man riot, you can't deny it
We're so ill that you can't defy it
Gonna live, POSITIVE, forever, AND EVER
Run-D.M.C. and we're "Tougher Than Leather"
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
The King of Rock, who?
The King of Rock, what?
An apple to a peach, and a cherry to a plum
We won't stop rocking till you all get some
The seed to the apple and the apple to the core
We are the two with the rhymes galore
The ball to the bounce, the bounce to the ball
This is the crew, we're gonna rock you all
D-Generation X coming to your town
And if you get in our way, we gonna chop you down
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock who?
The King of Rock what?
The King of Rock who?
The King of Rock what?
The King of Rock, who?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
The King of Rock, what?
That be my hobby and job
And when I come and bring the ruckus
Suckers duck and then dodge
Ayo, Jay, yo, Jay
, check this out
I was born son of Byford, brother of Al
Bannah's my mama
and Run's my pal
It's McDaniels, not McDonald's
These rhymes are Darryl's,
those burgers are Ronald's
I ran down my family tree
My mother, my father, my brother and D, huh
Oh, y'all on that tip now, huh?
Microphone master, super rhyme maker
I get def as the others get faker
It's me, D.M.C. in the place to be
And I still got the same old harmony
I'm the devastatin' mic-controller
The word wizard and the chief rock roller
Bad b-boy made for the b-girls
Rock ruler rhymes as the turntable twirls
Supreme being who was born to talk
And over sucker MC's all day I walk
A few years ago my name was Joe
And then I went to a party, cold stole the show
Stole it as sure as birds have wings
Now they're callin' me DJ Running Things
Got Kurtis Blow down with the two
And my man Larry Lah makes beats for you
Keepin' up the funky beat is the Hollis Crew
So Dee, take the mic cause you know I'm through
In case you wonder what all this means
We're funky fresh from Hollis, Queens
Run and Kurt both down with me
And that's the way it's meant to be
I'm the microphone master D.M.C
Devastatin' mic-controller personality
And to the sucker MC's who did not learn
If you don't this time we shall return...
All cities of the world were renovated
And the people all chilled and celebrated
They were all so happy and elated
To live in the world that they created
It was a dream 
Just a dream   
There were no street people, we live rent free
And every single person had a place to be
A job, a home and the perfect pay
And the world was free of greed and hate
It was a dream 
Just a dream   
Unemployment was at a record low
And the presidents were chillin at our show
Listening to the things that we had to say
And trying to create a new and brighter day
It was a dream 
Just a dream 
It was a dream 
Just a dream 
It was a dream 
Just a dream 
It was dream 
Just a dream  
  
  
  
  
Ha-have a, very merry merry, and hurry
And if you'll need a leader, Run'll be there for your flurry
Blurry sight, and write, a rhyme for the night
Christmas is the time for giving not for the type
So open, your pockets, your heart, unlock it
Dollars train from Hollis, I give it like I clock it
Cold as the weather, minus the humidity
Don't mistake, harmonies and kindness for timidity
Christmas, this must, be the time of year
Leggo of your Eggo, rather ego, me go there
And here, my dear, so give a kid a beer
Cause every time you give, it's coming back, let's get it clear
I'll be scopin, and hopin, brothers lend a ear
So have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Yeah, that's right! Give up the dough!
I want my Ninja Turtles! I want my bike!
I want my Sega Genesis! I want my Nintendo!
And turn my mommy lights back on! 
..
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." 
"Everybody just BOUNCE!" -] cut by Jay 
I open doors, take a pause, doin tours then I come again
Run'll be runnin up in the spot cause I be runnin
Dem seen dis, now DJ Run'll be comin
And gettin fiendish, my tracks are fat and in fact
It's not just a lean dish, your soup and salad not valid
I serve a mean dish.. mean dish..
I got my mic in my hand and my plan to come
The official DJ rapper name is DJ Run
All other sucker rappers boy you're just my son
All wet behind the ears I freeze I froze you're numb
PUMP PUMP!  I scream on you, you talk and talk
PUMP PUMP!  Run you round the track then walk it off
So, check for me take in a weapon and even steppin
To my foes even those of Joe's are always kept in
Seperate rows broken nose from blows ruin your rep
When I pounce, all my foes suppose, I swing the ep
And just BOUNCE!
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." 
"Everybody just BOUNCE!" -] cut by Jay 
My name is D.M.C., the one you know
The all-time great, I'ma steal the show
I put the mic, inside my hand
And spread a funky rhythm all across the land
I blow your mind, the rhyme'll flow
I hit you with the rhythm and they give me dough
I'm one of a kind, I rock your mind
I'm stingy with the digits when I rock my rhyme
I bust a vein, inside my brain
I came with the name and I claim the fame
I'm hard to the core, wicked and raw
The rhymes break raw when I'm breakin your door
I kick a ill style cause I'm sticka-still wild
Take-a take-a chill now, cause I got to kill a foul
Foul-mouthed sucker knockin out all doubt
I'm takin suckers out, cause I make a sucker bounce!
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." 
"Everybody just BOUNCE!" -] cut by Jay 
.. BOUNCE!
I got no time for the climb, I'm the kind to rhyme
There's no sign of my mind slippin off the line
And if you find there's a dime, I left behind
I come fast for my cash, I must rewind
Easy does it, Run'll do it, speakin fluid vocabulary
Vocal, we makin em come to it - then I have you very
Often, lost in, Run'll run a boss then
Confuse you lose you're all lost up in the sauce
Then I stir you sir you're all shakin cause I'm diesel
Drop hip-hop, and then POP goes the weasel
Comin and runnin and seekin daily for my kingdom
Takin my lyrics at first they hear it then they sing them
I take a sucker and do em, the heads I flew em
First I chew em, then I school em and sue em, and steppin to em
Is a daily operation I ruin, all those I'm doin
I pursue em, make em boo and come to, you and your crew
And just BOUNCE!
"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." 
"Everybody just BOUNCE!" -] cut by Jay 
My rock is hard, you can't pull my card
I'm a shining star, shining near and far
Shining like the sun on a day of fun
Always on the move cause I'm down with Run
I'm the cool and calm, I'm the calm and cool
I'm not a fool, I went to school
My name is D.M.C. I tell no lie
And I graduated from Cooley High
I am the only rapper who will not die
I'm a greusome guy, and you can try
To battle D.M.C. but you must be high
I won't fail, I won't flop
Stall or stutter, yes, I won't stop
It takes hard work to be like this
You should know 'cause I'm a perfectionist
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection 
Perfection 
Perfection
Perfection 
Perfection 
Perfection 
Perfection 
Perfection 
Perfection 
	Howling haunting
	Scaring screaming
	Ghostly ghosts
	Ghouling demons!
	Monsters spooks
	Werewolves and devils
	All those things
	on the same level
	Nightmares  cannot be beat
It takes a brave man 
Must be the bravest 
You must be able to say, "I ain't afarid of no ghosts"
	A good sense of humor, is important to have
When a ghost tries to scare you 
They be dustin off ghosts, like true ghost-dusters
	Go, go, go, go, ghoooooosstbusters!
GHOSTBUSTERS!
Busters, busters!
One time in the house
Peace to everybody out there
We love ya, peace
I AIN'T AFRAID OF NO GHOSTS
[
Break: D.M.C.
]
Is it, is it, is-is it live?
Is it, is it, is-is it live?
Live
Is-is-is it live?
Is it, is it live?
Is it live?
'Cause Darryl Mac will do things like that
The sophisticated sound, not soft or sour
It's servin' you suckas, sellin' dreams in the shower
It's rockin' this party hour, hour after hour
If a girly tried to diss this 
I won't allow her
Cool chief rapper, I see a girl, I tap her
Then I take her on the floor, she don't dance, I slap her
The girl starts to cry and the crowd asks me why
If Run says "Dance", you do or die
A good job and lots of money might not be enough
And to satisfy your needs it may be rough
But I'll take some care and treat you nice
And if it ain't sufficient once, I cold work it out twice
And if you find that you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days
I'm gonna give you everything that you ever need
If you need a pint of blood, then I'll even bleed
If you're lookin for a car, I will buy you two
And if you're lookin for a pet, I'll buy a kangaroo
If you need a vacation, we can fly the world
And you'll know I'll never look at another girl
I'm a single-minded man, and my mind is set
You're the lady of the '80s that I'm gonna get
And if you find you don't like my ways
Well, you can send me back in 30 days
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? What's up? What's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked
Ooh, whatcha gonna do 
Never let a punk get away with murder
Gun shots, gun shots, all you heard-a
What's up? What's up? What's the word up?
Press your luck or buck another sucker just ducked..
D.M.C., that's who I am
I love to perform, but I'm not a ham
My mother said, "Do it". I said, "Yes, ma'am"
And I can do it cause I know I can
Well, don't touch that dial -- just sit tight
If you liked that battle, huh, that was light
I know you're gonna love this next act
Cause we'll have Shannon when we get back
Graffiti Rock!
Can you rock it like this? I-I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? Yo I can rock it like that
But can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Hu-Huh-Huh!! *echoes*
[Verse 5: DMC,
Run-D.M.C.
]
What it all adds up to, is just one thing
Run-D.M.C is
the king of the swing
And if you mess with us, you'll be a real short
liver
You may
be big, but our bodyguard's bigger
*echoes*
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that *echoes*
Can you rock it like this? I can rock it like that
Can you rock it like this? Homeboy I rock it like that *echoes*
Sheer dynamite
But if you only knew the crew called you freak's delight
Wearin the tightest jeans and shortest skirt
You think you're cold chillin, lookin like a jerk
No matter what you do, come out second rate
Thinkin you're on time but you're already late
You're blind
 You're blind! And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind!
 The moral to the story may not be clear
 And the only way to catch it is to lend an ear
 Stop frontin so hard
 Why don't you peep your card?
And your goals in life may not be far
Because these words I say are meant for you to hear
So if you bust these facts you will persevere
 You're blind! You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind! You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind! You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind! You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
 You're blind! You're blind!
 And you can't see
 You need to wear some glasses
 Like D.M.C
Skaggs Nit'
Aiyyo I rolled up, in the spot that I rolled up
My ice glitter like hold up
All the chickens like, "Look at Bo, he done growed up
Thinks he the bomb, bet his beeper stay blowed up"
So much frost on my wrist look my fist froze up
A photographer is tryin to get a little close up
Why cause I'm a star now?  Buy out the bar now?
Or I press one button, start up my car now?
I heard that you wanna spar now, so baby it's on
I spit flows, rip shows 'til the day that I'm gone
And this day I hit 'em off I'll have America sewn
Rich plat', rims chrome, spin  to your dome
I entered your home, lick you down, strictly to bone
The hit that I'm on got Spanish mamis singin my song
 - 1.5X
Five plus five, equal to ten
Everywhere I go I've got a lot of girlfriend
Music is sweet, music is nice
Yellow 'ave about twenty-four wife
It's roots, rap, reggae! Ha ha ha
Roots, rap, reggae!
Don't drink alco-'ol, don't snort cocaine
Reggae music is not so strange
Know de cocaine will 'urt up your brain
This is roots, rap, reggae! Ha HAH!
Roots, rap, reggae! AIIIIYY SIAH!
It's roots, rap, reggae!
 Sure shot...
And this is the way...
We rock the house!
And that's the way...yeah...
 Supreme...
Fever!
 Born to talk...
Take a walk...
 Back up...
 Step off!
Punk...frontin...
 Bad...
 B-Boys!…B-Girls!…
 Tough...
 City...??...ha hah, ha hah
*fades out*
Chorus 2X
Tribe Called Quest, and you don't stop
The Midnight Marauders, yeah you don't stop
Phife Diggidy, yeah you don't stop
Ali Shaheed, c'mon you don't stop
Big Lightro, yeah you don't stop
Check it on out, because you don't stop
To my niggas out on Linden, you don't stop
The hardheads in effect, you don't stop
And to my niggas in Hollis, you don't stop
All the kids up on Farmers, you don't stop
And to my peoples uptown, you don't stop
And all my peoples up in Brooklyn, you don't stop
And all my peoples in the Bronx, you don't stop
Zulu in effect, you don't stop
And to my people out West, you don't stop
A Run-D.M.C., gettin mad props
Check it on out, thanks to Run
And thanks to D, and JMJ
We on the way, up to the top
Never ever stop, gettin mad props, check it out
"Then I'm out like shout, ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh
OOH-AHH, OOH-AHH! There it is Baby Pah.."
.. musical interlude ..
	Funky lyrics that you hear
	AS WE RELEASE THE MASTERPIECE THE MUSIC WILL CEASE
	and I'll put up the peace sign
And I roll with soul and reach my goal, the story is told
D's bold, and suckers'll fold
And I'm Run my son the fun has just begun
And some are slum, and make em sell til
Crumbles crumb they hum, those fools will come
And none have never done Run, Jay!
D.M.C. the king is me and I be
The voice of black community
So be the unity inside of me, and we
Will all agree about this - don't STOP!
.. music to fade ..
You know what I used to like? The way my man used to come on stage and grab the mic. And just throw the damn stand across the stage, man. Then he used to tell his man like, “Yo, D, come right here in the middle of the stage, grab yo' shit and say what you gotta say”. And you know what D used to say? He used to say, “Party people! Your dreams have now been fulfilled, get out your seats, and let’s get ill. That’s right y'all, we’re not just rough, we more than tough. And when it comes to {shit} like this, ha, we got enough!” Y'knahmean? You know who the fuck I am, you know my name, you know my game. It’s So So Def, Run-D.M.C. Biatch!
Alright y'all, now that you understand
My man Run never ran
I'm gonna take this mic yo my hand
And hand this to the one man band
Now pause, now pause
I'm Jay, I make up the trey
Now check out the dance that I display
It's called the pause
A new thing, on the dancefloor
First you move, then you stop
Combine the hustle, foxtrot, pop and lock
Put em all together why because
It's called the pause
Slammin, the dance is slammin
Pause, the people are jammin
Stop again, back to the groove
I show you how to move
Pause
It's simple, just like stop and go
You can pause on the fast or slow
Participate, won't you all get down
Here's a solo from my homeboy Stanley Brown
Ahh yeah, I like this R&B shit...
Pause, pause, one more time!
Yeah, do that, do that...
Now pause!
Say what?  I will not stop, I will not quit
Because some at the top but I'm on the tip
That's as high on the top as you can get
And you best believe, I'll be on it
So before you decide, to try me out
I'm gonna let you all know what I'm all about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C
In the place to be, I will MC
The Master of the Ceremony 'cause it's easy to D
Control of the mic is so devastating
That all other rappers you will soon be hating
No matter what race, creed, or color
When we perform things don't 
{*Jam Master Jay cuts for the rest of the song*}
Check this out
You know its like that
And thats the way it is
Because its like that
And thats the way it is
You know its like that
And thats the way it is
Because its like that
And thats the way it is
You know its like that
And thats the way it is
Because its like that
Chorus
Run-D– Run-D– Run-D– Run-D– MC
Run-D– Run-D– Run-D– Run-D– MC
They call us on the phone, they call us all alone
They call us where we roam, they call us when we’re home
They call us up to par, they call us in our cars
They call us in the bars, they call us superstars
They call us…
Run-D– Run-D–D– Run-D– Run-D– MC
Run-D– Run-D–D– Run-D— Run-D– MC
Run–Run-D–D– MC
Run–Run-D–D– MC
Run–Run– MC– Run-Run-D– MC
“Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay”
D, Joe, Jason, radio station
Saw that, format, you be placin
Records, other than, Run, go cover and
Put em on your list, people hear and discover them
Take or break the tunes that make it
D gotta be on top and shake it
Keep on rockin it, ain't no stoppin
My alliance droppin science on the radio poppin it
One top ten again, Run's gonna win again
Jay's gonna spin again, on the FM again
I coulda and shoulda and woulda, wrote a letter
But a speech that'll reach the streets is much better!
Two years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some emcee rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Def and it went this way
Took a test to become an emcee
And Orange Krush became amazed at me
So Larry put me inside his Cadillac
The chauffeur drove off and we never came back
Dave cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin' on the microphone
And then we're talking autographs, years of laughs
Champagne, caviar, and bubble baths
You see, that's the life that I lead, and
You sucker MC, this is who I be
So take that and move back, catch a heart attack
Because there's nothing in the world, that Run will ever lack
I cold chill at a party in a be -boy's stance
And rock on the mike and make the girls want to dance
Fly like a dove, they come from up above
I'm rockin on the mike and you can call me Run Love
I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it reads 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see me cruisin' girls just move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride
It's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
One of a kind and for your people's delight
And for you sucker emcee, you just ain't right
Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife
You're walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife
You're hangin on the ave, chillin' with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through
Ah with the one two three, three to two one
My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run
We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face
Go Uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker emcee's, you sad face clown
You're a five-dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
You're a sucker emcee, and you're my fan
You try to bite rhymes, all lines are mine
You're a sucker emcee in a pair of Calvin Kleins
Comin' from the wackest part of town
Tryin to rap but you can't get down
You don't even know your English, your verbs or noun
You're just a sucker emcee you sad-faced clown
So DMC if you're ready, the people rockin' steady
You're drivin big cars, get your gas from Getty
I'm DMC in the place to be, I go to St. John's University
And since kindergarten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
I'm light skinned, I live in Queens
And I love eatin chicken and collard greens
I dress to kill, I love to style
I'm the emcee you know who's versatile
Say I got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
I go Uptown, I come back home
With who? me myself and my microphone
All my rhymes are street delight
So here's another one for why'all to bite
When I rhyme I never quit
And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it
'Cause it takes a lot to entertain
And sucker emcee's can be a pain
You can't rock a party with a hip and a hop
You gotta let em know you'll never stop
The rhymes have to make a lot of sense
You got to know when to start (when the beats commence...
Kick off the shoes
Kick off the shoes
Jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam-Master
As he starts to rock
K-k-kick
K-k-kick
Like that
Yes, that's the way, way, way it is
 - to fade
It's...
It's not funny!
It's not funny!
It's...
It's not funny!
Chorus
Well as the mode explode  ?? when I'm layin one
Listen what I'm sayin  no playin are you obeyin Run
Bass is placed on the case  and it'll soon crash
Sound beatdown AUGGGHHHH! *explosion* Another boom bash
See me and first thing they'll be like cursin I'm rehearsin it
You're weak and you're wack and you'll be the second and I'm first in it
Comin at you hard with God we're never feelin odd
Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred
Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear
Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me
You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out
You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with the
Trendy wear and your nappy hair
Never give a glare too rare you just stare
Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear
Cause Run'll beat ya, got to reach ya, ?? ??, and I'mma
Chorus 2X
Suckers suckers suckers
Suckers get flipped when I start to flip
Slip in a clip when they die I dip
Still spray a gun, see how DJ Run
Leave a sucker stunned, gettin ill to the drum
Mic check and I wreck and I'm second to none
Accept it don't regret it I expect to get dumb
So don't you forget this, we'll put you on the hitlist
To stick ya stick ya wicked wickedest can I get a witness
Chorus
Yo Dee...do me a favor...Tell 'em Dee...
Now just throw your hands in the sky
And wave 'em from side to side
And if you wanna have fun with Dee 
Somebody say, ALRIGHT 
ALRIGHT 
Say HOOOOOOO!! 
HOOOOOOO!! 
One time...two time...aiyyo Run, let's get at 'em!
They called us ill 
There's no 
It's not  JACKSON, and this is not "Thriller"
As one def rapper, I know I can hang
I'm Run from Run-D.M.C., like Kool from Kool and the Gang
Roll to the rock, rock to the roll
D.M.C. stands for DEVASTATING Mic Con-TROL
You can't touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his SOUL
You know what? I think like a war or somethin...
'Cause we crash through walls, cut through floors
Bust through CEILINGS and knock down doors
And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box
You can hear our sound, for blocks and blocks
For every living person, we're a ?purple treat?
It's me and D.M.C., Jay where's the BEAT?!
They act like, they don't know over here, Dee
Can I tell y'all sumthin? 
Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool
I'm D.M.C., I rock and roll, I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule
It's not a Trick or Treat, and it's not a April Fool
It's all brand new, never ever old SCHOOL!
Y'know they act like, they don't wanna party, y'know wassup man?
 Y'know somethin? 
You got the music in your body and you can't comprehend
When your MIND won't wiggle and your knees will bend
Music ain't nothin but a people's jam
It's DJ Run-D.M.C. rockin without a BAND!
As it is plain to see, we have no band
Just Jam Master Jay 
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
I stood on many stages, held many mics
Take airplane flights, at huge heights
So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say PLEASE
 I'm pullin down weeds
Got a song so strong, it's knockin down trees
Is it hard to believe it's Run-D.M.C.!!
Yo Dee...
Do you live out here? 
 WHERE YOU FROM? 
I am from, around the way
And Run goes to school, every day
And Jay plays the records he has to play
And we get down with no delay, HEY!
I rock the party with the words I speak
And Run says the rhymes that are unique
And Jay cuts the records every day of the week
And we are the crew that could never be beat
So don't try to diss me, try to be my friend
Cause if you do, you'll get yours in the end
The rhymes we say, 
Because a devastating rap 
Now I want everybody to put their hands up like my man D.M.D
Like +D.M.C.+ 
C'mon! Put your hands in the air! Everywhere!
Like this! Every jam we play, we break two needles
There's three of us but we're not the BEATLES!
My name is Darryl 
You can call me Darryl Mac 
People always ask, 
D's for never Dirty, MC for Mostly Clean
But sometimes I tell 'em, when certain people ask
That D.M.C. means, that Darryl Makes Cash!
You know what I'm sayin? Twenties and tens...like what?
Like we said before, we rock hardcore
I'm DJ Run, I can scratch, I'm D.M.C., I can draw
And now we got the knack, to attract
Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac
We'll reign on your brain and rock your KNOT
When it comes to rock, give it all we got
To be MC's, we got what it takes
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
We're cool cool cats, It's Like THAT!
That's the way it is, so stay the hell back!
We're causin Hard Times, for Sucker MC's
Cause they don't make no songs like these
PERIOD!
One little, two little, three little indians!
One little, two little, three little indians!
"aight, auhh, check this out.."
These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man
I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in
Understand you're fuckin up, fuckin up the block
Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops
..
What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming
Everybody's ?? when I see men dealing
For a rhyme or rope, or a dime of coke
Sometimes I rhyme when I'm crying broke
Many many many records broke laws, broke jaws
A few months ago I had to "Pause"
During that time, me and my man
Was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands
A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot
It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shot
I seen him drop - then came the cops
Sayin, "Nobody run - everybody stop"
I wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gun
Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nine
Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop said
Everyone complied, except Bald Dread, he said
"Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat
Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'I'm Darryl Mack"
I turned around and said, "Word up cop!"
He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block"
If it happened to him, it could happen to you
Cause that's what's happenin on The Avenue
When I.. "uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh.."
"Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave."
Now on The Ave.  people steal and they dealin away
I got the feelin the illin will never ever pay
Cause on the street, you're never in the fast lane
You go to jail or get a bullet in your brain
People laugh and smile at a stick-up
A young man in a rut, shakin a big cup
People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck"
To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up
A loud shot in the air - not rare
A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares
You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh
Nobody give a damn, that's how they livin on The Ave
... AUUUGH!
Away from The Ave. they have what's called the backstreets
Another world of girls that crawl the backseats
Systems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats
I remember the time there was a jam in ???
??, the music, no ?? til after dark
That's when the shit starts happening
Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
And the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs spark
The crowd crowds around like they found Noah's Ark
The young, hung, and swung on a swing
Glidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-ling
I didn't see a kid by the see, so he saw
I'm throwin fate to the gate ?? ??
Do me a favor when you roll with your crew
You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue
All I can say is about the story
Is livin like Butter Love is not for me
Let me show you how we get the money legit
Jack B. Nimble was nimble, and he was quick
Rev. Run, D.M.C. is the +Kings of Rock+
Rolled to the top and then we never did drop
You still here to jam me in two thousand and one
Then me and D'll take the money and run
 - 2X w/ variations
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey - that's what I say
{*Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" samples*}
(*musical breakdown*}
I flex my muscle, what I must do
Is bumrush you, FUCK YOU I'll crush you
The Ku Klux Klan is fucked up
And every good man'll understand
Beginnin and winnin, from the first fuckin vocal
I spoke to you, I ain't no joke to you
I do what I want to do
If you don't like what me and my crew is doin then FUCK YOU
What I do and what I done with Jay and Run
None could ever become, to sum it up bum..
Get off my DICK and out my KINGDOM
Straight from Hollis, Queens
I'm still eatin collard greens and I'm doin the same things
I ain't never goin out suckers..
Punk motherfuckers!
What's it all about?
(*musical breakdown*}
Mechanically inclined, and if you don't mind
He adds spice to your life, time after time
I think it's bout time, to heed the long lecture
We rock our rhymes for the Jam Master
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff + half of "WHOO!"*}
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff + half of "WHOO!"*}
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff + half of "WHOO!"*}
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff + half of "WHOO!"*}
 + overlaps last scratch
His name Jam Master, call him Jay
The crowd goes wild when he starts to play
Everything is correct, and A.O.K
Jam Master's on the move but his sounds will stay
{*guitar riff + "WHOO!"*}
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*half of guitar riff + "WHOO!"*}
From end to start, start to end
Not only does he scratch, but he's our friend
We could not wait, to let you see
 The things that he does for D and me
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff + "WHOO!"*}
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff + "WHOO!"*}
Couldn't wait to see, Jam Master jammin'
Couldn't wait to see, the Master jam
{*guitar riff to fade*}
Let, let, let, let
Rappers poppin mad smack, about the King of Rap
Ten million sold, SEVEN DIGIT CONTRACT
JMJ, gettin busy on the crossfader
Beats hardcore,
diesel like the Schwarzeneggar
 Respect the black crown
 Sounds underground
 Any stage they built
 Run tore it down!
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
Now can I get it yo? 
* Jam Master Jay cuts "God damn!"
(cuts:
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!"
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" 
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!"
"going" .. "out" ..  "like, like-like that!")
Must, crush, us, you gotta
Take, us, out, we're hotter
Team, is, mean, a lot of
Work, involved, we're smarter
Dee, Jay, Run, no jokin'
Hot, as, Hell, we're smokin'
Punks, rumps, chumps, we're yokin'
News, is, crews, are chokin'
Out, like, that, not goin'
In, like, men, we're growin'
Chance, to, dance, not blowin'
Go, to, show, don't roll in
Don't, you, know, we're stayin'
Here, to, show, not playin'
Here's, the, jam, respect it
Time, to, end, THIS RECORD! "I'm not.."
(cuts:
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!"
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" 
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!"
"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that!")
{​*beat and ad lib scratches to end*}​
This speech is my recital, I think it's very vital
To rock , that's right 
"It's Tricky" is the title, here we go...
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky
It's tricky  tricky 
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky
Tr-tr-tr-tricky  trrrrricky
I met this little girly
Her hair was kinda curly
Went to her house and bust her out
I had to leave real early
These girls are really sleazy
All they just say is, "Please me"
"Or spend some time and rock a rhyme"
I said, "It's not that easy"
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky 
It's tricky  tricky 
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky
Tricky  tricky
In New York the people talk and try to make us rhyme
They really  but we just  because we have no time
And in the city it's a pity 'cause we just can't hide
Tinted windows don't mean nothin', they know who's inside
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky 
Tricky  tricky 
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky
Tricky  tricky , huh!
When I wake up, people take up mostly all of my time
I'm not singin', phone keep ringin' 'cause I make up a rhyme
I'm not braggin', people naggin' 'cause they think I'm a star
Always tearin' what I'm wearin', I think they're goin' too far
A girl named Carol follows Daryll every gig we play
Then D dissed her and dismissed her, now she's jockin' Jay
I ain't lyin', girls be cryin' 'cause I'm on TV
They even bother my poor father 'cause he's down with me
It's Tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's Tricky 
Tricky  tricky 
It's tricky to rock a rhyme, to rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky
Tr-tr-tr-tr-tr-tricky  tr-tr-tr...
We are not thugs  but you assume 
They offer coke , but we just leave it alone
It's like that y'all , but we don't quit
You keep on  shock!
'Cause this is it...
Yo I'm flowin and showin rocks knots and shockin the mind
I'm only chillin and killin, so won't you check out the rhyme
Meetin greatin and seatin, suckers all in a row
Crashin mashin and bashin, my name is Run, call me Joe
Fat as ever and clever, and never second to none
Wearin leather and better   DJ Run
But in the summer's a bummer, cause I leave em at home
Just Adidas and me, and ? and D on the phone
Diggin eyein the crown, sellin skills by the pound
Makin breakin and takin all of the suckers around
Puttin fear in the heart, at the top of the chart
Stunning gunning and funning, cause Run's running this art
DJ's facing the rage, never losing a show
Cause when the set is a match, then they're ready to go
Swervin curvin deservin, the grass grow everyday
Cause makin money ain't funny, ain't that right JMJ?
Full in effect, set comin correct
Yet gainin respect, still breakin a neck
I'm coolin and chillin, not foolin with illin
On the mission it's thrillin, and I'll make a killin
My higher desire, go high and then fly ya
Makes me the messiah, I'll neve rretire
I'm spankin and bankin, high rankin and
skankin
Improvising, suprising, I'm rising and flaking
My boys on the side, the front and the back
A Cadillac and a stack, for the King Darryl Mack
Not workin for free, pocket full with a G
And they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
On the go with Joe, makin pay with Jay
All day, WHY?  Cause I'm livin that way
One wonders, WHAT?  How it gets done
I hear questions, FROM WHO?  From everyone
I'm cool.. I broke the rule
Breakin all but laws, when I break fool
Cause I'm the man.. that was born to rule
Every girl in the world, and make them drool
It's easy to be, it's easy to D
It's easy to G, it's easy to me
Wanna know how I do it, got a goal, I pursue it
Got the soul, to get to it, you was told, so you knew it
The answers, from questions, I'm tellin to thee
Cause they always ask me, D.M.C., "How'd ya do it Dee?"
{*guitar solo*}
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings
We're Raising Hell like a class when the lunch bell rings
The king will be praised, and hell will be raised
S-suckers try to faze him but he won't be fazed
So what's your name?  D.M.C.! The King is me!
Your High-ness, or His Majesty!
You can debate, c-c-c-concentrate
But you can't imitate D.M.C. THE GREAT!
I, woke up this morning got ready to roll
Put on my green bomber it was, freezing cold
Applied long johns with Adidas not matching
I called up Jam Master 'cause I knew he was scratching
 Jay to the telly music, loud as hell
He said, "Hold up Run,  it's the bell!"
Jay to the door as he leaves the cut
For his eyes a surprise, "D.M.C. whats up?"
I need a little help Jay, I got a little problem
A guy like yourself, maybe you can help me solve 'em
I only want to know why this happens all the time 
Everywhere I go, I start to rap and rhyme
I rock them in the day 
I rock em when I left so def I knew something was wrong 
I rhyme when I am sleeping, I rhyme when I'm awake
When I was nine I said a rhyme by putting candles on my cake
I just came from the bank  a rhyme so funny
A song about the line so long they all gave me their money
That's why I came to you, you're my friend 
Said maybe Jay knows what to say, he'll tell me what to do
Hm, yo you go get Joe, and all the rhymes you made
And we'll go to the bank, and we call get paid!
Cruisin down the block, in the sixty-six Olds
Girls are on the jock like the ride was a Rolls
Feelin' kinda great, got change for the toll
Suckers gotta wait, that's your fate, poor soul
Heard you on the records and I heard you on the tapes
Stop! Switch the conversation over to grapes, because
You're not bustin' none, so stop fussin' son
You're not down with Rush, they call us Russ and Run
Since that's the company, you won't be chumpin' me
Here's the man, ask that fan 
To me you mean the world
No matter what it is you say
I always will be there for you
So no, no matter what
Let's stay together
Through the good, bad, happy or sad
Let's 
Let's stay together 
Loving you whether 
Whether 
Times are good or bad, happy or sad
Ain't no reason to leave nobody you love
Best thing in life is to have somebody
So keep it together
This ain't The Cosby Show you know what it's like A Different World
We're livin inside a world where you get the cash, you hit the girl
So check the hypeness, I'm not livin like this
I'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness
You comin butt when you wish upon a star
But I could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar
.. *guitar and scratches* ..
Heads up my brother, here comes another
Word to the verb the urge to discover
A lover, you hover, you smother, my brother
You can't do nothin' other than take the record out the cover
You get the song at it's strong and random flow
You sing along cause the words you heard you know
Hostile the style that style is wild
The penile is where I goes and smile
Because I pop a lot, they try to lock me up
Because I rock the block, they try to stop me up
But I'm sly as a fox I can rocks
I got smarts when they starts tradin' shots they get dropped
I pull my card I pull my card I pull my card NOT
I use the rock to be hard, I'm a hard rock
You get a speedknot, and then you bleed a lot
You better read a lot because you really need a lot of
Information, and some education
Cause I'm replacin' what you hearin' on your station
Darryl is a Mack, Joe is in the Public
Jason leads the nation and I know you're gonna love it, Jay
Let's, let's..
Let's begin to talk truth -- it seems
That y'all make a bang out of things that are small
We all play the same game for fame to claim
?? bright lights and write your name
They'll soup you up, til you think you're large
Got a spot on tour, but I'm still in charge
A big gig, a shindig, don't renege
Bust a rap like a cap like a snap of twig
That extends from the hands of a branch on a tree
Like you new jack rappers, run from me
I got proof of truth, I cut and go raw
  My word is born
{*cuts by Jay and samples to the last ten seconds*}
1990's
And ain't nothing changed, punk!
 You see, I.. want respect
 and if I'm correct
 Well then you wall like a ball that I had checked
 And the shots that they take have no effect
 Some punk tried to dunk but he broke his neck
Cause I rock harder, and I grow farther
You wanna battle Kid Rock, bitch don't bother
 Don't waste your time, messin with my rhymes
 The only kick you'll get out of it IS IN YOUR BEHIND
Chorus
{ad libs to last 25 seconds, music eventually ends}
Back from hell, now a nigga like D starts yellin
No sellin out, no tellin who's sellin
Word to the 90s, rebels still rebellin
Cube, Run and Chuck 
Lyrics that I kick might just get me into pee and shit
That I'm not with and critics can get the diddick
Hits comin crazy, trips for the gravy
Played me, paid me, little lady laid me
Doooowwnnn to the dephts of heeeellllll
Now here we go, and once again
We're back from hell, so tell a friend
For all of you who thought we're through
I'm a full-fledged member of the Hollis Crew
I bust a nine or a rhyme or two
You know I grew, up on 
I'ma sip on some brew with my crew
We was gettin illy
Niggas came through actin silly
One punk starts to yell
2 shots, then his man fell
He didn't know that Hollis Ave. was hell
Don't tell me you ain't with this
You think I fell? Chump, that is ridiculous
You missin lyrics of the microphone king I grip
Figure this, but yo, this is nigga shit
Black I.P.'s, MC's wanna-be's
Macaroni and cheese, only phoney MC's
Play the role and always try to cook up
I got tunes, room that I took up
Oh well, you know I still dwell
Go and tell everybody that I'm back from hell
 
 
Drop it on em, D
 
 
{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -] scratched by Jay*}
.. "from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!"
Chorus 
"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
Ah just a bob ya head		..
Bob ya head			"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."
Ah just a bob ya head		..
Well I believe you weave and bob the job is done
By Run so come get some for fun
Keep the force I'm nicky-number one
And I'll scratch my vocord for f-f-fun
And nevertheless I must confess that it's a bless-un
That people are ride and must abide to this direct-ion
I triple it up to let you know that I'm a swift one
Those who oppose get broken nose that's how I live son
I move the head that's what I said, this is my miss-ion
I'm dickin em down and all around, to make the head bob
So bend your neck, give nuff respect to me, dance Hobbes
For this is it, the brand new shit, I'd like to mention
So hurry up because the cut is my inven-tion
The jazz, pizazz, with class, at last
Kickin your ass, for the past
Three and a half minutes, you been in it to win it
So you defin-in-it..-itely need to bob your head
And I say!
I'd like to give a shout out to the Hollis Crew, in there!
My homeboy D.M.C., he's in there!
To my homeboy Jam Master Jay
And the brothers at JMJ, you know they in there!
To my man Eric Blam, in there!
To my man Grand Wizard Cut Professor DJ Dig, definitely in there!
My name is Run Love and I'm out of here with The Afros
And the 40 Ounce CREW!
MISS ELAINE!  WAS HER NAME!
M_M_M_M_M_MISS ELAINE!  MISS ELAINE!
Ahhhhhhh, make it funky now
 Them girls 
Chorus One
Chorus Three: Run-D.M.C
We put two in the head
And the little one said
We put one in the head
And the little one said, roll over, roll over!
"Do or die!"
{​​*Jam Master Jay cuts*}​​
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!"
"Do.. or die!"
"Do or die!" "Do.."
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!"
"Do or die!" ..
{*Jam-Master Jay scratches*}
It's the movement of your body when you're inside a party
Tryin to do a DANCE just like everyBODY
You keep the pep, in your step
Inside of your heart is where it's kept
It's the movement of your FEET when you hear a def beat
Sounding so sweet, harmony is so NEAT
It's the movement of the head when a rhyme is said
That I rock the living DEAD, I get you out your bed
It's the movement of you arms, to a beat that's CHARRED
We're checkin and respectin cause it's never hard
It's the movement of your jock when he rocks the block
He'll jock the def beat, all around the BLOCK
It's the movement of the 'table when it starts to spin
Round and round, and back again
Huh!
Ha-huh...
Ha..
Huh...
Ha...
HA...
YAH!..
 We got all the lines
 and all the rhymes
 We don't drop dimes
 and we don't do crimes
 We bake a little cake with Duncan Hines
 and never wear the vest they call the Calvin Kleins
 'Cause Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat
{*instrumental for 19 seconds*}
 - 
Part...two.. tee..
The...Hollis Crew.. crew.. crew..
Buh..buh..buh-buh...Butter Love, now
Cool T. now..
Hah, L...Ha, L...
My, my man Jam Mast-ER..
Is in his place to be.. 
Re, remember you don't stop..
Kickin it, and you don't stop.. 
Rrrrrrrrrock, d-dot, d-dot, rock the spot..
Stick em.. and you don't stop, hah...
Stick 'em...Run.. rocks it well, we-welle-well..
A-with the clientele..
Krush Groove..
Young ladies in the place..
We, we we're, we we're we're, we we're we're 
We we're in the hottest space..
???...another...another...STAR..
R-Rock...don't stop...
Hah.. ??
Homeboys..live...
Now we're talkin autographs..
Autographs.. and autographs..
Fly girls.. in the place, in the place..
Homeboys..
Hollis Crew.. {*music fades*}
We get open! We get open!
We get open! We get open!
We get open! We get open!
We get open! We get open!
Word up, I'd like to thank G-O-D 
Run-D.M.C. in the house 
Onyx in the house 
??Cha Skills?? on the wheels 
Word up J-M-J ?? in the house
Randy D, get with me
We, we get, we, we get, we..
We get open! 
Yo...
Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C
You y'all rocked it...alright...
 - 4X
My rock is hard, you can't pull my card
I'm a shining star, shining near and far
Shining like the sun on a day of fun
Always on the move cause I'm down with run
I'm the cool and calm, I'm the calm and cool
I'm not a fool, I went to school
My name is D. M. C. I tell no lie
And I graduated from cooley high
I am the only rapper who will not die
I'm a greusome guy, and you can try
To battle D. M. C. But you must be high
Pray and we pray and we pray
And we pray and we pray
Every day, every day, every day, every day
And we pray and we pray
And we pray and we pray
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody 
And I'm gonna miss everybody 
And I'm gonna miss everybody 
And I'm gonna miss everybody 
And I'm gonna miss everybody
Livin' in a hateful world
Sendin' me 
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world
Sendin' me 
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world
Sendin' me 
That's how we roll
And I asked the good Lord why
He sighed, he told me we live to die
What's up with that murder, y'all?
See, my little cousin was hung
Somebody really wrong, anybody wanna test us, dawg?
And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy to fall
You know while we sinnin'
He intendin' on endin' it when it ends
He comin' again and again and again
Now tell me, what ya gonna do?
Can somebody anybody tell me why, hey
Can somebody anybody tell me why
We die, we die?
I don't wanna die
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
Gotta grind, gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9-9
Gotta find them dubs
Gonna get a 40, can a thug get love?
What's up? Try to slang on my corner
Nigga, you's a goner, St. Clair niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money
Come back, nigga, get pap, pap
From the 1st to the 15th
Niggas smoke plenty weed but I gotta save, gotta come up
Put my rocks on the cut
When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad, count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back, see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts or no losses
Dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me
See, gotta search the whole block
Spend a couple of bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed, up early mornin', stretchin', I'm yawnin'
Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a 5th to the dome
Instead I kick it with my trues
But it's the 1st, so I'm gettin' me hustle on
Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know, did your O.G. check come?
Sure, put me down!
I'ma hop on the bus with Biz 
And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of the skunk
Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around
Now I be freakin' me Black N' Mild
Headed cross town cause niggas, the 1st get celebrated
Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded
Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the 1st, just call me that pro slang
Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's
The 1st be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes
Come, come with-a ease
I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs
Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift, on the 1st
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
It's the first of the month
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up
So cash your checks and come up
Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ran
Muthafuckas out to get me. They don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work and do some dirt
Fuckin' around with the band Bone, Thugs-N-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya!
So quick to test us, nigga wanna press me, eat dust
For the love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us
Hit 'em up with the buck, 12-gauge erupt!
It's my Art of War, puttin' niggas on the floor
When I'm comin' through the door, bringin' nuthin' but terror
Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us
Tried to put a twist in this thugsta era
Paired up, with a nigga like Pac
And a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug luv 'til I die, keep my prayer to the sky
But I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry
So I beg, the Lord to save us all: escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries, soldiers of the century, yeah
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get, Down
With the dirt, and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds, and if you're passin' through
Then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga
Artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this
I'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend
I reload, and buck a little mo'
Flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know
"So, who ya looking for?" They don't know!
A mothafucka with a leatherface
Hey, man, she said I ran this way, said I ran that a way
Ya hoes'll never know because I got away 
A criminal mind, to keep a nigga on the level
Sometimes, so get high, and analyze your crime
Correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised
Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? We can ride
Playa hating niggas, you gots to die, it's only right
Fucking with Bone, better leave it alone
Mo Thugs come crack their fuckin' domes
Still in the hood, where the thugs play
Fuckin' with nuthin' but thugs, mane
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses
We crackin' them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel
You can dig a hole; bitches is dead!
Infrared, to your head. You can beg, you can fled
But still gonna bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight
'Cause we out ridin', lookin' for you 
Better run for cover, nigga, duck!
We about to bust, Straight got the infrared, put it on his forehead
Make some moves, send flowers straight to his home
Put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong
Now he long gone, long gone
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, run with us, run with us!
'Pac, 'Pac run with us, 'Pac and Rip, with thug love
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock
Pop-pop, better drop when them
buckshot
blow!
The Bone in me never no hoe
so
No creepin' up outta the Ziplock
So Sin sip gin
And Lil Mo Hart run up, nut up
and flipped in
Then slipped in the clip in
Next click and me blood the victim
Ever to test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest and
But I won't test bucks
Put a hole up into me vest and
Gotta get through my soul
but they won't budge
Mug, drug, me picked em
The blood in me running my mental
The thug in me stuck in me keeping it simple
The Thug in me running with thugs so
To the temple, buck when you duck
To the thuggish ruggish T's
St. Clair P's to appeal to the G's
And a buck to all my enemies
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
We got Layzie, and Krayzie
Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house
And Flesh
,
and Shatasha
Cleveland, definitely in the house
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone
[Hook: Bizzy Bone, Flesh-N-Bone &
Jewell
]
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now (
For the love of money
)
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now (
For the love of money, yeah
)
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now (
For the love of money
)
Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks
Aw shit! Here comes the motherfuckin' cops 
So I dash, I ducks and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me 
Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah, I stuffed 'em
Police on my drawers, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still motherfuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game 
Eazy-motherfuckin'-E or Eric Wright, it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip 
I gotta have it, bitch
[Hook: Bizzy Bone, Flesh-N-Bone,
Eazy-E
&
Jewell
]
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now (
For the love of this shit
)
Gotta make that money, man (
Motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrr!
)
That money, man, it's still the same now (
For the love of money
)
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man (
For the love of money
)
When dough got me thugsta
Thuggish ways, down for my crime every time
Follow me down the nine-nine
And you will find all of me kind 
Check out the Ripsta now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip straight when makin' me grip with-a me click
Rollin' with Ruthless
, the thug I be 
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothin' to lose, bitch
You better respect rip
Or you best just check this slug 
It's goin' down, steady pump
And peel rounds, gunnin' witha me gang
Bang, gotta make that money, man
It's still the same, steady runnin' thing wild 
And follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun
See, for the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of money 
Gotta get down for my thang off in this thug game
So peep as me creep or me crawlin'
Off on the mission to back in the days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
 Runnin' to my side, little nigga
Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
'Cause me and my nigga was hungry 
And, bitch, if you're stallin'
You might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin'
So nigga, just make this shit simple and run 
To catch one nigga
Me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killer now 
For money, me dig you six feet in a ditch
And get richer cause bitch, you were slippin'
I'll cut you and rip you, then buck you down 
Steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'
Nigga drug dealin', needin' a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sinnin'
Off in the cut 
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick you and lick you
Remember I get 'em up for the love of money 
Love of money
Yeah, Bone in the motherfuckin' house for the nine-quads, nigga
For the love of money
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless in this bitch
What people will do
My nigga Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone
Wish Bone and Flesh-N-Bone 
And I'm that nigga Krayzie Bone 
In the motherfuckin' house
I see that things won't change
I'm stuck in the game
As soon as I get out it keeps pullin' me back, mane
Got me doin' dirty dirt
So used to this hustlin' money
That I don't understand no 9-to-5 work
Studied on the streets, hustlas know what I mean
Hustlas ballin' before us
I'm tryin' to make it to that major league
So we will never leave until the sun came up
Gotta get it—no, nope, not leavin' no budge
Today games they play
Gotta go hard to get what you put in
If you fall off then it's all on you
Gotta watch what you sign to
Try so hard but I won't pull through
I tried so hard
Can't seem to get away from misery
Man, I tried so hard
Will always be a victim of these streets
It ain't my fault ‘cause I
Try to get away but trouble follows me
And still I try so hard
Hopin' one day you'll come and rescue me
But until then I'll be posted up
Right here: rain, sleet, hail, snow
But until then I'll be posted up
Right here with my heat, gettin' dough
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run 
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run 
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run 
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run 
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
 East ninety, ninety, ninety-nine, nine, nine, nine
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again
Eternally thugstas die
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground
We down to ride and everyone dies
And I'm, rolling with my killas
And all of my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie
Chalkin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister killer
Y'all, put 'em in the river
Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off in a the coffin
Ready to fade 'em
To buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruptions
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane
When I put one to your temple
Mo murda then blow out ya brain
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
Come bloody murda
The weed can't get no better 
The weed can't get no better 
The weed can't get no better 
The weed can't get no better 
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors
Warriors, we warriors, 
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors
Warriors, we warriors, 
[Verse 2: Layzie Bone +
Wish Bone
+
Bizzy Bone
]
Thuggin' in the studio, y'all know we roll hydro every time we rhyme
I'm high, look at me deeply in my eyes, I rise to the top of the game
No way did I have to run, no way did I have to turn
Sherm, but a lot of these niggas won't learn
But the money that I earn won't burn so come again
Better watch that MAC-10, nigga, this one's for me and my friends
We steadily rollin', I told ya, keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones
Pap-pap, put it all in the ground, yeah, Bone—yeah, we used to get down 
With the clack back, put another round—now, get down
Well, I must be blowed, some 'dro', when I roll my indo
Sittin' all alone on my window, to little Eazy—bless his soul, it's so cold 
Little Bizzy got stress for the peeps, the streets
And none of these police, ho-lice know me
Still want him cuffed up—bitch, no peace, no peace
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors
Warriors, we warriors, 
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors
Warriors, we warriors, 
[Verse 3:
Bizzy Bone
+ Krayzie Bone]
And it ain't no mystery the pistol be, and I better put it in the Mercedes
Little Ripsta's scriptures, sister, recieve me, I want me weeders
Till the end, end, baby, double me up, and get one for my friend
Twenty, twen', twen',
we biddin' on bud, start the bid at a fin
So, who want a bag? Who want a bag? You want a bag? You want a bag? You got a bag—sold!
Send em' out of the door to the liquor store for the blunts to roll
Only my Lord can tell who dies
So pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together; our lives
My lordy-Lord, maintain, it's hard 'cause I'm a soldier at war
'Cause everbody wanna try to bring out the devil in me
But the evil's embedded in me
, weed keeps me at ease
Take notes, oh, no, 'cause here it comes
That murda mo' comin' to carry you home, you home
Woke up and they see when they pullin' the gauge out, murder
They put it up to your temple like, "We blow your brains out," die
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors
Warriors, we warriors, 
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors
Warriors, we warriors, 
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs 
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
With just a little twist of harmony, bud-smokin' lethal warriors 
Warriors, we warriors, 
Now, come into my world and you can see that we are more than thugs 
More than thugs, we more than thugs 
I feel so violent, violent fuckin' with that ecstasy
Come roll with me
I feel so violent, violent fuckin' with that ecstasy
I feel so violent, violent fuckin' with that ecstasy
Come roll with me
I feel so violent, violent fuckin' with that ecstasy
I've been smokin' weed for a very long time, why should I change?
And plus they say that ecstasy shit fucks up the brain, brain
Ah, why should I? Just to get high? When weed gets me high, when weed gets me high
"Nigga try this here," they said, "better then that there"
They said, "ya like it, ya like it." So I tried it, I tried it
I thought this shit'll have a nigga high and horny
I'm high, but I'm too high, I wanna hurt somebody
Nigga, you trippin', get a hold of that shit, and ride that high
But I'm trippin', body moves, won't nobody get hurt, hurt
Groanin', groanin', and she ain't even in the car
Layzie, hopefully we hide all the LSD
Would ya slow down? We ridin' on the highway
Get the wheel so I can go down on ya, I sever it on my own way
 She rich and feelin' so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy
Got these bitches, fuckin' bitches
Baby be peeled off, peelin' on, movin' slow
And Bizzy be rock hard, tongue well and mean slow
We in the club drunk, fucked up, and still rollin'
They know my pockets swollen, hold up, show 'em how we rollin'
We rollin', rollin', rollin' and rollin', rollin', rollin'
I feel so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy and we rollin' on that ecstasy
I feel so zigidy, zigidy, zigidy and we rollin' on that ecstasy
And we rollin' off that ecstasy, and we rollin' off that ecstacy
And we rollin' off that ecstacy, and we rollin' off that ecstacy
Fuck it, gimme a pill nigga
... Oh shit, oh shit!
[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone,
Both
]
Nothin' but the Bone in me
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Box of blunts, come get drunk
It's nothin' but the Bone in me
Ohuhuh
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Sack of skunk, come get drunk
It's sneakin' upon me
Wine
Follow me down the nine-nine
And you will find all of me kind every time
Down for your crime, double your
crime
Gotta get down, on ah me crime
Gotta get mine with a stream of bullets in a line
Wit a me rightways, I'ma
[Hook 5: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone,
Flesh N Bone
,
All
]
Buddah
Choke up with a me Buddah
Smoke up on a me Buddah
Hittin' that hydro, let a me
school ya
Oh, that Buddah fool ya, let that Buddah fool ya
It's nothin' but the Bone
in me
In me
Hey,
it's nothin' but the Bone in me
In me
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone,
Layzie Bone
,
All
]
If ya got a bag of tweed, well, blaze it with me, fool
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steadily losin' me balance
It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain
Maintain
How a nigga like me
smoke and maintain
Remain the same
Number one
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, won't ease up tonight
And if them runnin' off with me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, won't ease up tonight
And if them runnin' off with me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector
Needin' me money, won't ease up tonight
And if them runnin' off with me cash
That ass gonna have to pay the price
Your rent's due, muthafucka!
Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the gauge can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches has got him sittin' on deathrow
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now
How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
TEC millimeter, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the TEC
Gotta let 'em know which way was on
We got gone but them
police
was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas
That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load Glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks
Busted a U, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking
Back in the other direction
Po-po came quick then heat up
Niggas blast at each other
Open up they doors and they get they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood
Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the niggas they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out
Hit a car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If you'se a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo'
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go
St. Clair, St. Clair
St. Clair, St. Clair
St. Clair, St. Clair
St. Clair, St. Clair
[
Mo! Hart
]
Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks of bloody clothes
Gaugin' pump eruptions nickel trip and shut and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spreaded out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just the demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer
Feeling good dip hollow point tip, got your wig split
And made your body rupture
Hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin' livin' on a darker side
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe
Thuggin down the double Glock
Tryin' to get my serve on
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
Put one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again
When the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga
trues
be on my level
Eighty eight to ten five is the soldiers ghetto
Nigga don't take the wrong turn
You will enter the hood, wig splitters will cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
Dogg Pound hoes, it's on
Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch
Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what
Don't make me go in my trench
Nigga ya got me bent
All fucked up,your luck's up, now gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
It's them thugs runnin' amuck
On none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at, where you at?
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's snapback
Split em Koolaid hats
In ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Step on tha Clair ta tear around
Chumps about to get struck
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I want
I want to wham you with a TEC-9
Now bitch press yo luck
]
It's all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin with niggas that ain't got none
Cause lately yall been actin funny
I guess you smell some money
Get out my pockets
Betta count your shit
It's still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You dont wanna fuck with
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore 
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin, bus rides, and 
Fo cheese
Believe me
Believe me
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love
I'mma always get mine
And I mean that
Gotta have that
Paper paper
Money money
Money, money
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang, I'ma get me some
My nigga I'ma get me some
Say my nigga yall, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper
Money ain't a thang
]
You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin' in command
You thought of me closin the book
On this bitch on ya'll, flip on yall
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg!
It's all good
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell'em I got dibs on this and kids in this
Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E 
Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo
Fo the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told yall ain't a damn thang changed
Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas,they're down
And we'll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin he famous!
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where yall at?
21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand
If I could teach the world 
To be a thug-n-harmony 
Then I would teach the world 
To be a thugsta just like me 
Why do I stay high? Why do I stay high?
I'mma treat it like a race and I gotta win it
Ahead of you bums with the Bone flow Thug invented
Haters wonder why them thug niggas still gettin in
Nothin changed the game like we did so we here, still with it
Gotta tell the truth, we changed thangs
Bringin somethin new that's everlasting
I'mma keep it real, it's next to nothing
Doin the same thing is less creating
Flow just borin, your spit's just corny
What happened to old bitin self? Writin battles done face to face
I miss those days, these days
Ghost writers, fake artists with nothin to say
I'mma give it where it's due, my street dudes just stay cool
I know I got you when I need to pop it you'll let loose
And you don't wanna see a Thugsta hit with a Grey Goose
Or we could buy the bar, just stay cool and we good
Recognize street thug, coulda been all hood
The flow's so love, thugs reppin in all hoods
Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow
Smilin, hatin but you see me on the low low
In the game with the number one, straight from the Cleveland slums
Straight off the block, never hustle to the flo' though
Keep it or not, how them Bone Thugs came through
Yeah yeah, we took it to another level 
Level  level  yeahhh!
As soon as I'm receivin the call, now give me the ball
I run with the dawgs then keep the ball
Now meet me at the mall, you can check on every shelf on the wall
They makin money off the Bone Thugs, equipped for the show
With a knife in my back, everybody rappin fast
But the harmony ain't in it and now that's too much to pass
Now that's too much to ask
Let me pick up my brass ball style and change up, c'mon
My trigger finger's uncovered my carpel tunnel was gone
It was written and rippin problems like water flowin in humbles
I'm walkin with seven shovels, the grave diggers and others
Nobody understands the man, clones now shut up
I'm quicker than a boogey wicked monster, never just like the movie
We know when to pray to God, do whatever
We get the hustle on in the spring, fall
In summer and winter months we gon' praise - Jesus!
Don't even represent us like we ain't said nothin
Present the flow then grow, know where we come from
Sun gon' shine in, equinox rhymin
Layzie perfect timin, grab my gun!
What's up to my nigga young Hova, Twista
Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer
Get your money, get your paper
Elevate like my nigga DMX, here's a prayer, God bless playa
Bone crept and we came wit a gang bang
Told you get down for them thangs man
But Bone still kick it with the same Trues
Thuggin' on the Glock Glock ain't shit change
Buck 'em fuck 'em put 'em in the ground way down, lay down
Busta, nigga don't be tryin' no dumb shit
Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya
Creepin' up outta the hood
Rolled to the West Coast wit this rap shit nigga made good
Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine
Reachin' for your shit wish you would
Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in the body bag
Nigga down fo' yo cash nigga that's yo life
Nigga it's like that when my shit clap
One to the temple straight to the mind
Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needing mo bud
Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke
Me meaning that yum yum dope
And it ain't shit to swang some thangs
Puttin' my gauge in your throat
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang
Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah the bustas
Hustlas so nigga never trust us we the muthafuckin' thugstas
Strugglas 12-gauge pumpstas, takin' no shorts or no losses
Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang 
Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss
Nigga get tossed by the boss
And I'm off the hook when I put it down Bone
Wanna fuck wit a thug ya wrong
On the ground they lay when I spray that chrome
Bullets they fly, niggas they die
I'm coming up willing to ride got mine
East ninety nine off inna that crime
Where the thugstas find they time to grind
Droppin' a dime, packin' a nine, and ready to bang
Pullin' the trigga to blow out ya brain
Bone gotta gain man we crept and we came
We crept and we came
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Now when you're fuckin' with me
Make sure you know what you're doin'
Got niggas knowin' that they rollin' with me
Infrared to yo' head, don't beg, you dead, we fled
Gotta get away
Gotta make sure I'm free so when you need me I can buck another day
It's a Bone thing, better ride ride
'Cause when you fuckin' wit, you gon' die die
Don't be surprised, Bone want yo presidents, wanna run it all
Run all of it 
Fuck that dumb, fuck that dumb
Us niggas is super skilled
Nigga, don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit
Click-clack-clack be the sound
These police and haters is wrong, uh
We buckin' 'em down
Trust in me and harmony, I find peace
Eternally bless my soul, Lord
And everybody that rides with me
It's from me to you
It's from me to you 
It's just my point of view
It's just our point of view , yeah
And that's why I stay high
So high, so high like ladi-da-da-da
Ladi-da-da-da
So high, so high
I say, the war shouldn't stop until these player-hatin' niggas' body rot, body rot, body rot
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops' body rot, body rot, body rot
I say, the war shouldn't stop until these player-hatin' niggas' body rot, body rot, body rot
Nigga, the war shouldn't stop until these motherfuckin' cops' body rot, body rot, body rot
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry
And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, he told me we live to die
Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally
I love you to death, but I wish I could have seen through your troubles
And it's hard to say good-bye to another...Bone
I'm feelin' all in the dumps
, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone
Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories
You're livin' off in my prayers
Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares
Just wait, and I'll be there
When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord,"
Layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world
How bad?
And what about Looney, now
? Damn, she gon' act a fool
Outa the blue, seemed to, she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool
Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball
Used to tell him to pass the weed
I wish I could tell him to smoke it allNot my dogg
The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:
To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell
And then nigga, you'll smooth creep
And, Wally, even though you're 
You've still got love from 
My nigga, just rest your 
And, Wally, even though you're 
You've still got love from 
My nigga, just rest your 
And, Wally, even though you're 
You've still got love from 
My nigga, just rest your 
And, Wally, even though you're 
You've still got love from 
My nigga, just rest your 
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?
I see five killer realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga, put 'em in a river
We the killers, and that's for sure
Niggas out there clownin' mine, you can't rhyme, the style you got is all mine
And when I see you, bitch, I'm goin' in your pockets double-time
And it's like that, you don't want that
Come and get some pap, pap. Wanna sound like?
Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that
Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps
Nigga bet that bitin' shit ain't doin' nothin', tryin' to make somethin'
Outta nothin'
Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 mag, I'm glad
Cause when you're fuckin' with Bone, we sendin' 'em home in a body bag
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killer thug puttin' it down with
Harmony, harmony
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?
Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs, Bone Thugs...
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clique tight clan
Heeeeey
I'm from the C-Town we be down
Thug niggas done straight came up
Nigga wanna test must rest
Buckshots all in that chest he's fucked up
Killas from the nigga that's realer
In wid that Claire
Bendin' that dunn
Pop when they run dunn
Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up
Get down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to
Beat ah nigga down in any town
Now don't let me catch ya
Mentality straight from the C-Town
Where everyday niggas get beat down
Betta think before you run up
I gun up but I think he peeps game now
To the niggas there's just nobody fuckin' wid Bone
Swang with the click I claim
It's on, eternal e flow style
Nigga that's Bone.......
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clique tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clique tight clan
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
I flow  when I go  in flow mo
I flow  when I go  in flow mo
I flow when I go in flow mo
I flow when I go in flow mo
Flow, flow, flow, flow
Flow, flow, flow, flow
One Day-layzie bone-1 min 42 sec
I been on a mission since i can remember
Runnin this race on a chase for paper
Eludin the law and dodgin these haters
Hoping the wicked ass streets dont take us
Everyday hustlin grindin strugglin to climb to the top of the pile
Since 89 i been down for mine im in too deep and there ain't no stoppin me now
My mission for bein a baller was deeply rooted in the blood
Had no choice but to become a thug as outspoken as i was
I was 14 out here servin havin what i thought was the time of my life
Little did i know around the corner id have alot of lonely nights
In my cell tossin and turnin mad at the world for all the wrong reasons
And my demons wasn't leavin till i really got to know Stephen
Heated Heavy-krayzie bone-2 min 6 sec
Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy/ Nigga love the way I wet 'em when
I get up in 'em
Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ Then get the enemy and fuck up the cops/ This
Shit'll kill 'em on the
Spot/ Throw 'em in the lake/ Right off of the rocks and get the fuck away/ Don't
Get caught
You better hurry, nigga/ G-O for what you N-O/ So ho, come on/ Nigga, wanna see
If it's real
We got promos/ Stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum
Krayzie Freestyle-krayzie bone-2 min 27 sec
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Player Hater-layzie bone-2 min 50 sec
You got the clout
You got the clout
So much clout, Mo Thug is what it's all about
And I'm livin' in a nation of abomination
Suppress the playa hatin' on a mission 'til the million see me
Sucka situation, should I be personally waitin' for
These party poopin' fakin' muthafuckas mistakin'?
Play me like I'm loose, when ya need to get your shit right
Cause I got my shit tight
Fuckin' with a nigga a thousand proof
And I'm raisin' the roof when I'm startin' this fistfight
Set it off, that's me, O
T-H-U-G, original thug
From the C-town, outlaw squad
You niggas can't touch me with a ten-foot rod 
Two Glocks-flesh bone-3 min 14 sec
Bastards blast it we sons of assasin mashin' collectin more cash that's true
And I'm gunnin the niggas said all my babies get a million strikin' with a
Wicked hit em with a venomous blow I call all my mighty y'all can joke gonna
Surround my soul but go with the calico yo we the tightest you know Mo the
Mighty yeah Trues Humbly United my family never divided Desperado Thugline Mo
Thug Millenium Seventh Signs for the F.B.I. you wanna come test my enterprise
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your muthafuckin eyes these niggas
Can't fuck with the Fifth Dawg when I parlay everyday stormin your way you
Better lay low so you might just duck when I bust this gauge you see my niggas
Tha points 3 min 54 sec
-Layzie Bone-
Puttin yo' shit to the pave Hittin' dem mean witta guage Me Lil' Lay wit' Rip, Kray, Str8 Gotta blaze dem a's And neva to taste Bone Me deadly thugstaz, thuggish ruggish Neva to take no losses Put 'em all in a coffin Get dearly departed Betta off there
-Wish Bone-
Relivin' the psychopath And down with tha buckin' blast, and takin' my chance Cause when you get near my Sawed Off Who gon' be rest, to pass the blast Cause if ya thinkin' of kickin' these Ya best be packin' yo' sit to b's That it makes a difference I'm movin' yo' ass with tha quickness
-Krayzie Bone-
Now Krayzie Bone is rip  fuckin' once It ain't a nigga to pick up a pen to be rippin' tha skin to send it down to the Mac 10 There's neva anotha to cova tha brotha I smotha tha sucka and move undercover Be leavin dem niggas as they go and take cova, but threwin, and doin a second murda
-Bizzy Bone-
Tha street sweepa Would it make or break cause me pullin' outta yo pot, which shot Puttin' tha bullets just where ya touch and ummm Whippedy tet, tet, tet, tet, tet with tha bo, bo, bo deppedy dup Betta be yo set up, wet up, get 'um on the get uo, Bone won't let ya
Flow motion-krayzie bone-4 min 38 sec
Well it's the nigga the nigga the nigga the once again
And niggas they pick up the pen and they try to contend
But see all that they win is that MAC-10
It's blastin', pick up my gun
And you'r running now from the assassin
Pumpin' the clip and you askin'
"Who in the fuck is that masked man?"
The nigga thats pulled the trigga
'its Cause I'm slimmer they figured they bigger
But when you can see the real killer is peelin' your cap
Nigga that's runnin' the pack
They step so pack the gat, tossin' ya life
I proceed with the murders, servin' off in a coffin
You're fucked, because your niggas
They heard that I buck
So don't think you'll win when I got my steel
And I'm feelin it, when you feelin' a pain
Well, like I'm insane
And know I can throw the gauge if you complain
There's never another to go with a brother
While smutherin' suckers been goin' undercover
We leave 'em in gutters, ain't going to get caught
But who was the sucka that's squealed on a murder?
Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson
I grab my Smith & Wesson
For punks that run to test
And so punks get ready to drop
Cause I'm on a roll and you'll get smoked
And I'm kickin a gangsta twist
Let's keep 'em moving in flow motion
Mista Tongue Twista-Twista-5 min 16 sec
Let the Cavalier Tung kiss ya, it's the Mista Tung Twista
Pumpin a rhythm, a lyrical styler
My tongue'll be flingin a funky pile of
Lyrical rhymes that's breakin em off in the mind, I be flowin em holy, I'm
Kickin the funky Islam, my lyricals slippin em like petroleum, slowly I'm
Pumpin the flow of the lyric, I'm breakin em off with the radical texture
I'm one brother you could never get next ta
Flex your style, I'm gonna give em a lyrical pump of the rhythm of Cav
And crackin em up with the word of the wise
I be bringin em up in the flow of the funky dialect
I elect a flow for suckers that try a wreck
I spark the light of a head and be wakin em up and then cause a fly effect
I insist ya lay with the path of my rhythm and follow me like a scripture
Flowin this from my lung, a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical white gent, my english accent
Breakin em up and then makin em take in the smell of my funk I be kickin up in em
And then I'mma give em a lick of my lyrical lollypop, I'm gonna bring em into my doctrine
Rock, then the rhythm'll makin the clock spin blackwards
The funk of the rhythm'll snap, crackle and pop, then flow, oh
I'm makin em follow the path of a God and my track'll be blacker than Cocoa
This lyric I'm makin is dope, don't call it so-so
Don't dis the Tung Twista
Leavin the suckers soft as a whisper, Tung kiss ya like a sister
Then I'mma let it be known that it's the way that I throw
That's makin the funk of the lyrical glow
And how I tell it, yo Cav is kickin a funkedelic flow, and oh, my fist'll
Swing at the rhythm of suckers, then I'm gonna give em a Tung blister
It's the Mista Tung Twista
From The Tip Of My Tongue-Twista-6 min 13 sec
Droppin a flow like this be breakin the suckers
And rippin the rhythm and showin I'm bringin the feel of my tongue
And be makin em manifest that I be rockin the young
Flowin this style I be singin and bringin
It's breakin the people and go in the mind of a teen
Be makin em hear it and manifest up in him that I'm a star to become
Quick the lyrical style I'mma kick
You better catch the rhythm of it
Cause hip-hop is becomin complicated, never be left hung
Bringin a style like this kinda quick and crisp
A lyrical twist be comin from Chi-Town
I know that hip-hoppers all over will be stung
From the tip of my tung 
From among the tip of my tung
Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first
Be showin the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin, but not the best of T
From an imagination this was took, a mental crook
Stirring this up like a chef or cook
I hear them say give me the recipe
Breakin this off in the fashion of an erection of an adventurous style
That I'mma use to just confuse and smart people then go dumb
You say me style be wack cause y'all can't manifest what I be sayin
Think I'm a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum
You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me fool
And don't be stingy and please no pinners make it swollen
Cuz if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you
Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin'
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only...onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only...onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only...onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only...onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only...onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers only, budsmokers only...onlaaaaaaay
Take a hit of the reefer keep smokin' 
Them St. Clair thugs, we love
When they pumpin them slugs, now what
See the blood from the scum
When I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged
I run with them Trues, snooze, you lose
And left in the alley floor fucked up
What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new
So we runnin off with my dog's Chucks
Bust a left on the block, and what'da ya know?
Oh, no, the po-po--they follow
Copper gotta see the nigga layin' behind us still
But nigga remember my motto
Me no surrender, gotta get away hit the fence with the quickness
Hit the other side and I swang to the right
Runnin' through the cut, hit '95
Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill
Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real
Nigga drop that bill or I pop my steel
Ain't no competition don't fuck with my clique
And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay
When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets
So droppa that dollar, man, Glock'll holla, bang
Thuggin' with ah thug nigga smokin' blunts
Nigga don't stiff on no weed smoke it all
'Cause nigga you know when my pockets get right
I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke with y'all, y'all
Now you fuckin' with these thuggish killers
Creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride
Gettin' high off Thai
My niggas in the Land got Glocks for days on the 9-9
But I kill 'em all, dog
Bed make as they fall with the 12-gauge be bustin' on niggas
So what now?
Come, nigga, get buck, pow
And not only that, get shut the fuck down
And I'm talkin' 'bout niggas that wanna contend with the thugstas
Some nigga done fucked up
Never no playa haters in the clique's allowed
And we never no bustas
Never catch a nigga sleep
Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell
Daily collectin' me mail
And I meet you in hell if all else fails, oh well
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang
No surrender
No surrender
No surrender
No surrender
No surrender
No surrender
No surrender
No surrender
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
When I lost my Uncle Charles, a part of me went wrong
And then it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us at the shows we seen you
And I really hope you live through what we spit on the song
You mighta been through somethin', hopin' nothin' like Bone
Like one said we'll never make it
Like two, thirty mil in they faces
And I really thought it was over, put us on and you left
Crossed over, back to the hood, we soldiers
The music thing, I make it back scandalous
But faith kicked in and award shows that we winnin' now
Gotta keep it comin' food in my baby mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain't did nothin', now you wanna flip
Suin' people, thangs you would've never made on your own
Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood, buy bigger homes
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone
You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be
With a little ooh-wee, with a little ooh-wee
I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs
Lord, just guide em' home, guide 'em home
So take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home 
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
'Cause I don't remember
Let the lil' man get a piece, fuck everybody
I slap niggas first anyway, nigga
Who want it with Layzie, nigga, fuck you, pay me
Been doing is since the '80s, early '80s
Nobody can fade me, my partner in rhyme is still Krayzie
And we finna break bread
The rest of them niggas got laid down and play dead
With Bizzy and Wish and Flesh, I roll on them niggas
I never did play fair
We represent St. Clair
The struggle the grind, the grit and the muscle
The First of the Month, Foe tha Love of the Money
That Grammy the shit
, that's how I hustle
Trust me, nope, them niggas don't want no trouble
Niggas be skeletons in my boneyard, trying to show hard
Nigga, I'll buck you, buck you
I cut like a Ginsu
Them niggas is going through what I done been through
I get in the cypher, I set niggas diapers on fire to show 'em what men do
They hut and attend to the order the generals call in the field
My 110 too, you're 50 percent and you claiming that real
Lay, that's why I'm hard to fade, Hall of Fame
Put me up in the Hall of Fame
Layzie Bone givin' you all the game
Y'all explain what's understood and never did have to be
Savagely I ravage beats, my money attracted magically
But I had the key, could've picked the lock, instead I chose to kick the door
Tragically it had to be for the ones that went form friend to foe
My thugs is indispensable, friendship is the principle
Boys to men to the end of the road, but Tha Crossroads not the pinnacle
It's a winner though, all original, it's history now I'mma make it stick
My nigga we 'bout to be Laker rich
That mystery murder man break a snitch
Taking trips, yep we party on plenty of acreage
The Bone be going for twenty years strong
Now how in the fuck can we fake this shit?
Bitch, yep I ride with 2 Glocks
Stick a rapper up for his new chain, hit 'em up like I'm 2Pac
Wanna do things? I move crowds cause that bang bang get too loud
Forever they callin' me young thug 'cause the unplugged is the new style now
Who in the fuck is claiming the best in the business
And where's the arena that niggas is playing in?
'Cause I'm 'bout to get wit 'em
I'm hearing king this, throne that
All the influenced Bone rap
Get ready my nigga we at it again, them other ones taking that long nap
Never met a click of five, mighty Mo Thug we still alive
FBG, yeah it's the life, Harmony Howse, and Seventh Sign
Perfect, nigga this A to Z and we workin'
Been around the globe with
Steve Lo
' shouts out to Full Surface
Nigga it's your time, Go time, I'mma bust in the low mine
Dangerous like a gold mine,
clickin' up like Voltron
Biatch! 
Y'all niggas to quit that, this is real rap, y'all niggas need to sit back
Wanna learn a little somethin' from the teacher? I got that
Lyrical holder, spit fire, or smotherer, or get swolled up
I'm a grown man, with a life long plan, understand that?
It could go ugly, murders, how old do you think I am?
But I still got hands and I put 'em on ya
For the real rap era formula, I warned ya
Get missing, hood ceremony, got some ditches you bitches
At the same time, we move a life long hustle my niggas
Say sorry from the top, gotta lie, gotta have that money
Power, respect we earned that
Maintain twenty years in the game and Bone ain't done yet
You heard me, we ain't done yet
It ain't over 'til it's over, and it ain't over
Worst nightmare, don't you play with me
Or we can be partners, nigga, get money
Lamborghini dream, empty pocket realities, that's not for me, See me
We can part on the North Side, ride
And we gon' party on the East Side, ride
And we gon' party on the South Side, ride
We gonna keep it real in the West  for Eazy-E
Give me my shoes and I'mma run wit 'em
My story's far from the soft nigga, and I stand wit 'em
I got what you want and what you need
Only thing that makes me old school is this .38 snub
No clues, no fools, and plus my bad bitch she got  Ooh
It's amazing these niggas still playing, still praying
And all that's lost, especially the boss
And on that note, I'm lost
Y'all niggas go ahead and do this shit, I'm done
I love you Bri Bri
Flesh-n-Bone, Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone, and Wish Bone
Ladies and gentlemen, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
The Formula cypher
Produced by yours truly, DJ Quik, and Dave Foreman
What up Steve Lobel? I see you, we workin'
Jamie Adler, holla back
[Outro: Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone &
Krayzie Bone
]
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up
And I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
And I smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke
Roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up, smoke it up
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
And let's change the world, and let's change the world
And let's change the world, and let's change the world
You need a lesson you can learn from rappin
But they try and ban it, realize that it ain't gon' happen
We done changed the world
Ghetto voices bein heard and failed
Now I got my guns, better arm yourselfs
Most don't know what to do, if you don't know what to do
Don't you know this government ain't built for me and you
I have a dream, no, I have a wish
If we can't save ourselve, then let's save the kids
Let the world go, let these babies have somethin
Let the world go, just don't blow this muthafucka up
You kill him, he'll kill you
Some say it stupid but violence really lives where I come from
Hungry little kids where I come from
Judge not me where I come from
See we losin this world we love
And it looks like the sinnin won't end
So I'm reachin high up above
Lord, let your blessings begin
And let's change the world, and let's change the world
And let's change the world, and let's change the world
And let's change the world, and let's change the world
And let's change the world, and let's change the world
Pick up the phone the war is on so get your weapons
RIP just spotted the devil around the corner from heaven with his crew
Drinking brews and im thinking " Damn that's foolish"
Swig off the 40 of holy water
and say "Y'all let's do this"
Grabbed my click, gripped my dick
Walked with my face to the groung chanting
"Kill that motherfucka, now kill that motherfucka, now"
Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in his Abyss
And now his crew's on my dick because I'm Hell Sent
I'm standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck
I'm coming for Satan and my intentions is to fuck him up
Ain't been in the church they say "No demons on holy dirt"
I'm fuckin Satan's bitches
He got mad and called body work
A lynchin' ain't shit compared to what I'm a give ya
I'm born and raised in hell and bitch I'm sent here to kill ya
I'm Rosemary's baby
There's no more evil like me
Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Let me call up my posse
We takin' over the underground
Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down
Man, I gots to do it
I ain't down for a hassle
I kicked the gates into hell and started a riot in Satan's castle
I'm sick of this war now check it something has got to give
We stormed to the back, and we took demons as hostages
You want your people to live?
Then you'll forever pay me rent
To stay in my
knigdom
because a nigga is Hell Sent
Now we're walking through Satan's den
The demons respected RIP
I'm running this motherfucka, hell ain't shit
A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole
I told him "I'ma be there ain't no bitch in my soul"
And when I'm coming for your ass
Ain't no need to run
Because I'm so fuckin' ruthless I made the devil go buy a gun
Until we go at it, the RIP still won't repent
An appetite for bloody bodies
Rest In Peace is Hell Sent
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off
There's really no place to run
Niggas get vicious with my clique
'Cause even the bitches carry guns
Meanwhile swerve to the burbs
Man he just all of a sudden just jumped out of a window
I didn't know what was goin' on I'm just walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
And all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
 I don't know?
Well I saw his wife begging him
And she said "don't jump" and he did
Did you know the guy?
He sure had a problem
That's all I could tell ya
All I seen was them put the lady in a police car
And take her I guess it was his wife
Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner, creepin' up
Here come them soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
Really know ya should've never been jumpin' up out your shit
You runnin' with a gang of bitches fool you
Ready when I'm ready to do it you
It in my thang but a buck, buck is small change
It's off in ten to say that they niggas was bullshittin'
And lil Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast homie
That city where the St. Clair niggas sell dope
I hear police roll deep in the set, see none of us scared
And we show that it's on, bitch, bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own
Two feet and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' Bizzy, but it's all good
I still ball, and I know when ya roll
I'm snatchin' your souls with the Bone
We can show it, and since I'ma flow, and it's all of y'all realer
My niggas, I figured I'd let 'em all know it
Playas takin' up off the style, well, if you think I'm scared
You, dead wrong, did you think when I break you down
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
12-gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
12-gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
12-gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
12-gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
'Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah
I'm back
Straight off the motherfucking streets of Cleveland
Five true thugs from the
Double Glock
Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie and
that nigga Flesh
Ain't taking taking no shit in the 94
About to shut this bitch down 
Kick that shit niggas
East 99 is where you'll find us slanging that yayo
, baby
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run
East 99 is where you'll find us slanging that yayo, baby
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run
East 99 is where you'll find us slanging that yayo
, baby
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run
East 99 is where you'll find us slanging that yayo
, baby
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run
Now let's rock through the doors backwards my folks... and play with the ouija board 
The hatin season ceasing agree nigga let this be the reason
Niggas from Cleveland fin to get even
Steven stoppin you bitches from breathing
Time is up you know you can't catch that thugs who rap fin to put down payments
Criminal mind state of lyricist wanna test us nigga hear this
My niggas are down with the murder mo
Real thugstas and killers that claim
I'm ready to win it my nigga
Now bet it be ripped to the finish that make you the same
But artillery shop stackin Bone got heat for Armageddon
Ready for the war all day want action
Playa hation steadily spray 'em
Even with the buck buck bang my nigga this shit don't stop
The government all on my dick wanna see little Lay Bone drop
You see the policeman they give me no break
Fin to rest in peace when they try to send me up state no thanks
I got mo money up outta the bank these niggas are stackin' our rocks
Refuse the peace and nevertheless then you can roll with the bone so come on
When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me
'Cause I got Mo' Thugs, Bones-N-Harmony that's my cavalry
If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us
Follow me down these wicked streets I grew on
Wanna sound like us
Ain't nothing to do we come for you kiss mommy bye-bye you gone die
And I got heat for every heat you bring you shoot we shoot
Better watch out watch out for them thugsta niggas niggas sneakin up on you
I told you it's comin' Armageddon 
New world order  If we get our shit together
Bitches we none 
Make this shit on the streets for you to know to know
We gettin' our shit together
Better get your shit together cause when you go you go you go
As we ride by the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal we see blue light
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family
This is my family, this is my family, my family..
Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy
Don't fuck around and get zipped in a body bag
Off in the grave and yo brains'll be hangin'
Damaged bodies dragged offff
Everyday we see mo' niggas hatin', fakin'
Playa hation, it's getting contagious
Why do these niggas think they can break us?
When I grab my pump y'all niggas
Better try to grab what's left of your chest
Niggas be talkin' and then they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dogged us man it's all the same
But what do we gain by givin' you niggas fame?
So we let the record show
Tha 44 mag'll tag em
Stack up them niggas who try to compete with the platinum
Harmony, callin me, follow me down to me corner
Slip up and ya gonna get blasted
What do you wanna test me for? Jealousy, nigga drop
Nigga we betcha plottin, that's why them triggaz be cocked, every time!
Shoot em, 99 times out of 100 we gon' hit somebody
Somebody gonna take a strippin, yeah!
Y'all niggas get carried off wit them bodies, mo mightiest
You'll find us, smokin' that grass
Nigga pass tha pump, hey RIP, they takin a loss and wakin up in that coffin
Oh we gettin at all of these playa hatas man, but when we come they run
But we're gonna catch'em and one day God forgive me
I don't know what got inna me, but pin me nigga, they'll all fall down
Way down face down, ain't got nothin but love
Still niggas wanna test my nuts
Sayin' nigga you know that
You know we didn't know that, that
)
Them thugsta niggas stay strapped! 
)
Won't hesitate to bust back! 
My niggas we know that )
It's nineteen-ninety 
It's almost nineteen-ninety 
It's almost 1999, tee-nine, tee-nine nine nine nine! 
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Way down, way down
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossin'
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see
Pop pop let 'em drop
Mo Thug them niggas is nothin' but killas
We creepin' we needin' mo money
We sick and we cold and we hungry, 
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothin' but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times gotta grind get mine
Even if it means pap that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The guage, my nine and my knife
Cockin' I pump my slugs all up in ya now what
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor trigger you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts gotta get mine
Yeah it's my time
Me and my thugs smokin' chokin'
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Way down, way down
Remember when that dog jumped out of the darkside
Come creep in the barrel bitch if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your clik
Get tossed and it'd do you no good
Can't fuck wid my gang no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out
I gotta give p's to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to loose
Trippin' and sippin' on brews and actin' a fool
Mo Thug be loving to smoke mo bud, fiend for the green leaves
Nigga quick pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need
Remember me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga
And I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work
Pullin' me bullets it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Bone come break 'em down
Taking no shorts no losses man
Way down, way down
Bone y'all Bone nigga that's startin' some shit up what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All ah my muthafuckas show they nuts, and guts
Runnin' up out the cut pumpin' bucks
Ready ta fuck you up must bust them
And steady be dumping thuggin on the Claire, oh yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping, wid playas
Whena me forty four let go
Feelin' the Glock Glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peep out the few coming outta the back do'
Hang, on the darkside ride
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and runnin' from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence
Hittin' the pavement dazed, the guage was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump pump and fade 'em now
She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in the function
Shake it for the love of the money
I give her that thug love, I do my stuff
Girl, everything one hundred
Everything one hundred
Everything one hundred, yeah
Everything one hundred
Everything one hundred
Car nice, all while, we on the highway
She got her head in my lap, we ridin' dirty
Thuggish ruggish, first of the month, see me shine
Notorious thugs, for the love of money
If I could teach the world to be a thug like me-me
If I could teach the world to be a thug like me-me
She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in the function
Shake it for the love of the money
I give her that thug love, I do my stuff
Girl, everything one hundred
Everything one hundred
Everything one hundred, yeah
Everything one hundred
Everything one hundred
My nigga, just call it a raid
Putting your shit to the pave
Finna go meeting gauge
Live in the Land of the brave, craze, dazed
Gotta blaze the maze and never did phase bone
My thugster brothers ruggish never did take no loss and
Putting niggas in the coffin
You’re dearly departed, better off and
Senseless killers, Sawed-off haulin off the best of niggas
And i put to rest them niggas
Flesh’ll test, and i flex on niggas
Mr. RIP get clip, come and rippin em with the pistol grip
And if them trip feel the bone, now watch me get fatal with flim
Now come to the teacher
More creature cuz i never did love ya
Motherfuck that buster
Number one with the gun gotta stay above ya
Fuck wit a thug, a nigga get drug
You feelin the stiff from a 38 slug man
Lemme see you hang, swang, bang to them brains
Chain gang
So a nigga remain insane, maintaining that steady buzz
You feel the stress, test the best
Now nigga what
Nuts up in a them guts
Trust that I bust them slugs up
Runnin up rappin that big shit
Ending up getting your wig split
Bitch, dumped in a ditch
Never knew no one could fuck wit the bone, its on
And show the double Glock is where the thugstas roam, its on
So trick that buster, listen
Better check your ammunition
Bones' shit be hittin, no competition, leavin em pinched in
This rap game terror
Money, murda mo, and all that good shit
Scandalous niggas, respect this 
Ask about my....20 inch deep dish rims
Son of a chicken, it ain't no friends
When it come to the end
And I'mma say word to gangstas
Real killas wit money to burn
Sayin' we a lost cause, foster kids-preach the world 
Thank god that I had a father
I'm pushed in that cocoa with my sister
When I was 14
Like cancer victims 
Uh huh
Cause haters they get quarantined
Women they comin' with sorcery
I'm livin' wit' curses, smokin' weed 
Burn me
Don't bury me
Hurry before my mama come see me
Somebody call Johnny Cochran
Some niggas they wanna be Biggie
Some niggas they wanna be 'Pac
But I just wanna be Bizzy
As soon as they hear me, they spit me
Like Richard Simmi
Don't run away, where's your nuts at
It's the original hydro smokers, somebody bust that
Trust that, what's packin' 
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, yea
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, cmon, cmon
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, would ya?
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind, now give it to 'em
Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state
Wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin' you what
You need man, eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em
Let 'em know Bone ain't no hoes 
You hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44
But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein
I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggas, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
Cavalry, on tha streetz
Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill
When it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die
I've been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone
Then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down with this thug shit
Come on, come on
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind
Domm, doom, doom, doom, doom
Killa
Me killa, mi killa
Drug dealer, scandalous nigga
Lous nigga, -lous nigga
Come again me say, me killa, me killa, me killa
Gravedigger, scandalous nigga
Lous nigga, -lous nigga, -lous nigga
Caught ya slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest
Should've wore that vest
Talkin' shit'll only get that ass put to rest
A nigga, come, come flex
Hey, get the yayo, don't fuck with the Bone
When I'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin'
Swangin' blows to the dome
Nigga, watch that chrome
Bodybag that ass on, home
Me killa, me killa, me killa
Ouija are you with me?
Mo' murder, mo' murder, mo' murder me now
Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future
Will I die of murder? Of bloody murder?  Come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future
Will I die of murder? Of bloody murder?  Come, come again
Murder! Murder! Mo' murder..
[Outro: Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone &
Bizzy Bone
]
Mo' murder! Murder! Mo' murder..
Will I die of murder? A bloody murder..
Ouija are you with me? With me...Ouija are you with me?
I'm here..
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with
Shots]
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with
Shots]
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with
Shots]
It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang [Buckin' them bodies with
Shots]
Me Killa  
Baby 
Wassup mothafuckas
)
Bone thugs-n-harmony still in this mothafucka doin' everyday thangs nigga
)
Yeah, it's all the same straight from the mothafuckin' land
)
Much love to Drew and everybody at Def Jam
)
Come and get me killa  
We're ready for war
Ridin with death
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
We're ready for war
Ridin with death
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
We're ready for war
Ridin with death
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics
Is the loss of life love and spirits
Capital offense for generics lost in the prison
Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in
Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial
Smokin hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When you're fate rotten, bitch, when I spot 'em I'mma drop 'em
Surrounded by violence my nigga I'm bound to just live a lifetime
And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause I'm amongst the walking dead
All I really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time
Letting niggas know we off in our prime
It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine
Criminal-minded niggas been blinded
Looking for a style like Bone but can't see me
Just like mike everybody wanna be me
Study every movie nigga makin on tv
Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score
Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more
But I'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure
When the ghetto needs me I'll be grippin to the scripture picture
Little Ripsta can I get critical
And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies
Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil
Motherfuckers I'll take it to the people
Then I will meet you at the funeral
Get 'em up Bizzy Mafiaso no witness is the usual
Further mo murder mo ready with guns I'll serve you hoes
When they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed I'mma get your soul
You thinkin I'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me
Yes they want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm
Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun
Want some come come come execution redrum rum
See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied
Burnt alive fried when they die
No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire
Fuck they family try to creep
But you think I'm asleep cause I'm pumpin beats
Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah
Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute
You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it
We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it
You thought you was flippin but got K.O'd
Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there
The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it
Kicked a couple of niggas asses
Gotta take off and stay still blastin
Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit
Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side
Yeah man, we was out there in New York in December, man
With that boy Eazy-E, kicked it real big
It was cold as fuck out there, man
You know what I mean? It was like 80 degrees in L.A
So when we got out there he bought us new leather coats and all that good shit
Then, ya know, we kicked it at the tunnel with the boy Ice Cube
So this N.W.A., Bone Thugs thang, it was real big
So we come back, E got a motherfuckin common cold
He goes to Jerry Heller's doctor after he fired Jerry Heller
Next thing we know, next month, January
Eazy-E, is H.I.V. positive
February, Eazy-E is full-blown Aids
Next thang we know, March, Eazy-E is dead
That's a conspiracy man, ain't never heard of that
I thought it took years for H.I.V. to develop
What the fuck is goin on out here?
I claim my thang to slang
Them bloody bodies kill 'em all
Send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain
I claim my thang to slang
Them bloody bodies kill 'em all
Send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain
Now I know I done did some dirt in my time
Cause the devil was stressing my mind
Messing with my mind
Nigga, Bone stoned off a deadly high
Turned out, realize that everyday
I can do it if I only pray, maintain
Cause a nigga was lusting for money
Had to get it cause a nigga was struggling
I hit em with the
Mossberg
Y'all heard
of
Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface
till them lay
Round after round after round, they'll fall down down
May they lay, may they lay from the eruption man
We putting them six feet deep we buck we bang
It's all real what you see 
I said it's all real 
It's all real what you see 
I said it's all real 
It's all real what you see 
I said it's all real 
I flow when I go in flow mo’ 
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo'
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo' 
I flow when I go in flow mo’ 
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo'
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo' 
Ball your fist, pull your pistol, put your finger in the middle
I'ma show ya how to disrespect a disrespectful nigga, let him loose
Fuck a lawsuit, I gotta get him, lay him up somewhere where his cap spinnin', you ain't get it?
Hospital rehab, he alright, one to the chest, to the knee-caps
I'ma keep it raw so you know you better back off
Swizz said get 'em so you know we 'bout to bite ya'll, F.S. yup, yup
See when we roll up, everybody roll up, everbody toast up
Get it twisted, nigga, pay attention when you leave
With your 'realness' and feelings hurt, shirt full of dirt, nigga we work with cha
I'ma let that nigga be first
Back again and get it, gotta be heard
Had a intermission but it's over, it's over
Back to flow motion on 'em
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo'
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo' 
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo'
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo' 
I flow when I go in flow mo’ 
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo'
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo' 
I flow when I go in flow mo’ 
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo'
I flow when I go in flow mo’
I flow-flow when I go in in flow mo' 
It's the devil's perpetuation, tryin to take my innocence
It's my retaliation, I don't need no ignorance
I'm standin against this army with Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Harmony
Danger is just a part of me like it's stuck in my arteries
These poor playa haters are the motivators, but I get my paper paper
Same rappers that hate us call for verses so we can tape for them
Critics we can't escape from them, don't you drink too much Hennessy
Ain't no time to be slippin, we the world's worst enemy
 + 
Why they gotta hate-hate? Steady hatin mine-mine 
Smilin in my face-face, fakin on the side
They don't wanna see me shine
So many people said we wouldn't 
So many people said we couldn't 
So I made it up in my mind
 So I made up in my mind I'll take it
I made it up in my grind
 So I made up in my mind I'll take it
... I just gotta knowwww
I just need to know! 
I just gotta know 
I just gotta know 
Why they wanna hate on me? 
Why they wanna steal my shine? 
Why they wanna hate on me? 
Why they wanna steal my shine? 
I just gotta know 
I just gotta know 
I just gotta know 
I just gotta know 
See me shiiiiine 
See me shiiiiine 
Ohh see me shiiiiine 
Ohh see me shiiiiine 
Yeahhhh 
They don't wanna see me shine 
...
They don't wanna see me shine... {*fades out*}
This is how we play
Every day it's the same old same
Around my way 
We be thuggin a-round my way
This is how we play
Every day it's the same old same
Around my way
Around my way
Around my way
Come around my way, my way 
It's all Mo' Thug, it's all Mo', Mo' Thug
It's all Mo' Thug, it's all Mo', Mo' Thug
Little nigga wanna come, gonna feel my pain, hey
On the brain it's a stress, a strain
The game, the fame, the fame, the fame, 
What about those hoes, oh no
Little Eazy fo sho to teach Bone
And if he's wrong, well, he's gone
For my journey to keep me strong
But dear Lord I miss my peoples
And it just seems so evil
And that I can't kiss my kids goodnight
Put 'em to bed, tuck 'em tight
And catch some sleep and that's all right, that's all right
I'll get mine, yeah I'll get mine
It'll take time, minimum crime
Weed and wine'll be just fine
Got somethin buggin' all of my peoples 
In the back of a Caddy
Jumpin' outta Caddies, spreadin' through alleys
In Cleveland and Cali like daddy and
Oh, no, love, for double-a and double-a zero
Really wanna get yo camo
Said I'm ridin' round in your boat
You niggas can't fuck, with
These St. Clair players, on top of the pile
And we roll this
Stand back, haters gonna be here for a while
Can't ya hear the crowd screamin' real loud?
And that's for Bone Thugs
Dear Lord, my sis has got Bone to look up to
And feel proud of, on top of all of that there
Mommy's out the ghetto now
I thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
For everything it brangs to me, yeah
I thank the Lord and thee, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
For everything it brangs to me
Better believe that we'll do 'em, do 'em
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em
Kill 'em, kill 'em
Nigga ain't gonna stop nothin, niggas
Been a long, hard way
Been a long, long, long, hard way
And I gotta get mine
Gonna floss up in the bed
Watchin' niggas watchin' me
That's tryin' to take mine
But I got somethin' for 'em, watchin' niggas
Runnin' away from me
It's time, bye, bye
Nigga don't wind up playa hatin'
We got much love in Mo' Thug
It's all about Mo' Thug
It's all Mo' Thug, it's all Mo', Mo' Thug
It's all Mo' Thug, it's all Mo', Mo' Thug
It's all Mo' Thug, it's all Mo', Mo' Thug
It's all Mo' Thug, it's all Mo', Mo' Thug
Well I'mma two timin ho, gave on this little G, oh
I'll snatch yo bitch out the open
And take her staright to the mo'
See bitch get ready for the stickin
Cause if fuckin bitches, and sluts, tramps, and hoes
Cause thats the way that pimp shit goes
And once the def dicks on the loose
So bitch you can't escape
So hold this feelin, cause if you don't, I'm thinkin rape
Krayzie Bone is the member of the def dick crew
Ayo Bone, lets tell these niggas what we want em to do
Now just point ya dicks in the air
And bitches grab em like you just don't care
And if you niggas get pussy, and y'all don't need to jack off
Then all you niggas say, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah
And ya don't stop, I keep on bangin the hoes
Cause Krayzie Bone is not a faggot
I need me some pussy, and plus my crew is gotta have it
I gotta bust a nut real quick bitch
So hurry up and put ya lips up on the def dick
Pussies like a joint me hit the shit and then I pass it
No time to love a bitch cause me a crazy assassin
Hoes don't try to front cause you just can't fight the feelin
So kiss the def dick, Layzie tell em how you livin
We know we staright take a ho, staright to the mo'
And say we Bone we know the place to go
Now I say, now I say, now I say now
Me like the pussy, me like the pussy, hey
Me like the pussy, me like the pussy, hey
I said now, cum, now cum, and make me cum
I say now cum, cum, cum, and make me cum
Yeah, Krayzie Bones in the house
We do the pussy like this
Black nigga, killa killa killa killa
Black nigga, killa killa killa killa
Black nigga, killa killa killa killa
Black nigga, killa killa killa killa
Ouija, are you with me?
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now
Ouija, are you with me?
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now
Ouija, are you with me?
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now
Ouija, are you with me?
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now
Dear Mr. Ouija
Could you please tell me my future?
Will I die of murder? Will I die of bloody murder?
Come, come again
Dear Mr. Ouija
Could you please tell me my future?
Will I die of murder? Will I die of bloody murder?
Come, come again
Will I die of bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Tell me, will I die of murder mo?
(bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Bloody murder mo)
Tell me, will I die of murder mo?
(bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Bloody murder mo)
Ouija, are you with me?
(bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo)
Tell me, Ouija, are you with me?
(bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Bloody murder mo)
I'm here. I'm here. Are you with me?
(bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo
Bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo)
I'm here. I'm here
Let me hear you say make money, money
Make money money, make it...
Let me hear you say take money, money
Take money money, take it... -2x
Take it
Dolla bill y'all, that dolla bill y'all
I gotta gotta gotta have that dolla bill y'all -2x
Me stalkin, chalkin up bloody victims
Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga
Put him in a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now
Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down
What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried
P.O.D. d when it comes to ride
Creep out your seat, but dont fall in the night
Once inside, forgettin about remorse
Tour curse'll ride, cry now when I'm ready to lie down
Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now
I'll pap pap puttin a clack back in a me gat
Not never to mention never to mention
It'll be over when I take a nap, me deadly
But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me
And I'm on a mission on murder roll city to city without no pity
Well I got a clique see
My niggas up out of the woods reapin
Peep me creepin out of the corner, who just got caught sleepin?
Once the Mo comes up thers gonna be murder
Killer when the night falls
And it ain't shit to kill cuz I really don't love ya
Don't run, run, run, I like my knife
Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life
Straight-jakket is loose creepin up to get ya get ya
But fo' mo killas #1, Leatherface,that psycho and that killa Ripsta
Dippin me clip and me dumpin, me ditch ya
Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches
When I come hard let's kill em all, niggas and bitches
Leave no witnesses
Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47
Bustin niggas in the belly
Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache
Get back at that nigga faster than FedEx
They're runnin retreatin screamin Mayday we're goin down
Now why the fuck is niggas tellin lies and rumors?
Talkin about we split up
Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Niggas really need to shut that shit up
If a muthafucka really want to rumble we can tumble
We wilder than any animal that's in the jungle
The name of the game is block the basket, strike him out
Hit the goal make the quarterback fumble strategize
Any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine
Nigga considered the enemy niggas that's when you die
I never keep my enemies close
Cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope
That's close enough
Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile
And hit 'em with the millimeter
And I show a bitch kill a nigga see me drivin
Bitch come on and try to rob me
I'm willing to bet that 'cha get lit up
Get off of me baby 
Keep on comin' and there's gon' be drama 
Tellin you niggas you better not fuck with me
Cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be
Look how the haters give a nigga attitude
Nigga sick of being humble now I'm like fuck that I gotta get mine
They try to show a nigga love, but fuck that it ain't no love
Cause in the game you get fucked every time
Got this feeling inside my bloodline
Somebody finna get fucked up! If a nigga don't get some satisfaction
Blastin' like a madman
Gettin' with the static nigga lovin the action
Yeah My Bone Thug niggas come on
If any one of you niggas got any problems
Thinkin' you tough and you really want to solve 'em
Don't be mumblin speak a little louder
While you steady talkin' like you liver than the next nigga
We'll already be up in you now hater feel us
Who the realest The Bone Thug killas
If there's any objections niggas deal with 'em
Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs
Jumpin all on the bandwagon
Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns
Thugged out with they pants saggin they actin'
But when it's really time to show some tactics
The niggas don't have 'em
We murdered the bastards, puttin em all in bodybags and caskets
Drop 'em in the river, splash that's that ass
Cause when we clash ain't no comin back
Huntin' niggas from the past
We gon' settle this shit right here
Fight to whoever blood be spilled first
Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a Hearse?
Not me I'm determined to wake up and still be livin' in the morning you
Feeling me
Quicker than a clocked damn missle
Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye
Then we makin' sure that nigga die
Shoot a couple more times and ride out 
Nigga we ride out. 
Nigga we ride out. 
Nigga we ride out
What I got to do for you not to forget
Who brought you that straight Thug spit
Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk
With that Harmony all over it, hey!
Bone sing  do it mixed in with that street talk
And with no delay, Eazy-E let's get our creep on
And then he went home 
But it's all good 
He left the right ones
Through us he's still in the hood
Rest in peace  E
Like him when I die I hope they remember me 
That's why I no lie when I reach you with these beats
Took a lot from nothin
Remember the Thugs for the songs that we sung
And makin it through that struggle, that struggle
It ain't easy believe me, we breezy believe it
Still goin on hustlin bein strong
But I do it so they remember me
 - 2X
Konvict, Konvict...
These niggas wanna erase me, 'cause they can't face me
Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
Fuckin' with the real, y'all see how the fake be
Duckin' the cut, trying to look for safety
Make me reach for my pistol and pop it
Niggas gon' pay on the day that I spot him
Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy
On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies
I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe, indeed
I grieve for the war, what's next?
It's all about respect, bitch nigga
I'ma get that shit if I don't get nothing else
To the end I'm steady flippin'
Fuckin' the world 'til they give Bone props
Nigga, you got knocked on blocks
With rocks, beat down by the cops
And it still don't stop, Glock Glock
I'm grindin', steadily climbin'
To the top of the charts, where you wanna be?
Off in my prime it's all about timin'
As I look at my shit make history
No mystery, mistook and, nigga
That eight-time platinum real
How do you feel to the thugs appeal?
Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal
Should'a kept it real and quit frontin', nigga
Go round-for-round with the best
Nigga, step up and meet your death
Fucking with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh
Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on
Nigga, realize, or you die
You bitch ass niggas ain't Bone, Bone, Bone
I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone, Bone
Ring the alarm 
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm 
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone, Bone
Ring the alarm 
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm 
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Playa hata , we know very well
Playa hata  who you are 
Playa hata , don't let 'em smoke your weed
Playa hata , or ride in your car 
Playa hata , playa hata 
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
Coffins open, dump 'em all in
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
Coffins open, dump 'em all in
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
Coffins open, dump 'em all in
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply gettin' raw and
Coffins open, dump 'em all in
Momma told me watch yo' friends
They can be enemiez within
Quick to pretend like they fit in
Get in, they put it all to an end
I know ya kind,a tru survivor  pinned ya
Nigga  try ta infiltrate tha clique, we gonna get chya
No Evil! can split me apart from my people
Militant that's how we choose to roll, and we road warriorz
About tha war, tha war, tha war
When you call my name I will be there, I'll be there
Neva got to worry 'bout nobody else
Indeed, and though I know I want mo' time
I need mo' time. Sweat about Armageddon
It's gonna get us, are you ready? What about yo' friends? Friends
'till tha very end, through tha freezin' wicked windz
Wicked windz. What about yo' friends?
Are you ready for tha pain?, I'm here ta bring all tha noize
Don't think you can avoid tha wrath, then get 'em with tha math
Not that tha fact that tha skiez be shorted
&
they thought that tha coast was clear but they couldn't see or hear Flesh,slowly creepin in silence
Longer they know that to you, host preapared to crept in yo' crib
Till then and they wanted ta see tha violence
Droppin', gettin' locked and get in stayed in asylum
Livin' life allergic to hell
.
police,they trail & wanna lock me up in a cell cuz I stay high,smokin L's
And I play dirty wit an AK-47,dont think,Imma set it off,aim & spray
Anticipation ta get you sprayed, but what if he hesitate?
Make my day. They lay, any nigga they would
It be easy ta pick up ah tune. When do we end?
Will they come get this shit done, and over ah partner
Must ah been one of my friends
Betta watch yo' back, for tha people you think are yo' homiez
Up in my face, I can pin when ya phony
I said only Mo' Thug allowed, and only real souljahs can roll,G...
"And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain "
"And if you don't love me now
You will never love me again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain "
And now we ridin' by
And now we ridin' by
Now we ridin' by
Now we ridin' by
Let me up in here and kill 'em
Feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone
Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong?
Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow
We shoot 'em up, buck
Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation
Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em
And biters, everytime I see you on T.V
It makes me feel good
Cause I know when we run up on you
You'll see we, we gotta get paid good
Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty
Bone in harmony, we hungry
Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money
Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz
Should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all
Should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters?
Everything we write, I swear, it's all original
Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original 
Better not be so quick test us
Cause we'll come to kill ya, now
We'll kill ya, now
So don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
And don't you worry bout, a damn thang
And don't you worry bout, a damn thang
Wid all odds, against us
When the guard got me running for the fences
Aiming at these henchmen litigate shells
I'm teaming my clip wid the extra extension
I sit in my basment like it's a crackhouse, bored
Blackout cause I was paranoid, he enjoys what I avoid
The courts ah bowl ah, crooks
Cause bitches won't put money on yo books
Destroy double eyed dotted watch devil smiles wid a cush
Gotta sell chronic to get me up some mellofied timing televised
The crucified promised in ah my ish nobody can stop us
Where the shoot out?
How many niggas you killed?
How many niggas for real?
Like Mary Louelle as long as I live
Forty five strategized like,Ohh dow
Niggas can blast at me
Bitches can pass me
Fuck ah chicken and let's get on
So don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn thang
I remember like yesterday, way back in the day coming up
Moms used to read to me everyday, through the evening
Even through the afternoon and at dawn ah book of songs
So I'm wondering off through the wilderness
Somewhere in the valley of the shadow of death
Want to hunt me down all the need for people
Heaven I wonder will the devil catch me shall prevail
Lately even heaven is flashy sick of this amazed envy
And it ain't nuthin' to see and believe in heaven in front of you
That's what I'm having a de ja vu
Lord when I lay down down to sleep
I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake up, wake up, wake up ,wake up
I pray for the Lord to have mercy on our souls oh please Lord take us
I say to my momma peep no no more crying drying eyes
Nigga locked up at wayside
Couldn't even pay respect to my stepdad when he died
So finally got a release bid and I slide back to the county
Back to the 5-5 ride fore I touch back home
Don't worry bout a damn thang
Everything finna be al-right
Off to the door so bright like a knight in shining armour
Hug my wife my sons my daughter
Ain't no more reason to even bother
Say don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Look nigga I ain't worried bout nothing
Cause it's a little thing I know called faith
All you need is much as a mustard seed
And the Lord will keep you safe
Whateva don't kill you will make you stronger
I promise you that just keep on pushing
If you slip you fall and you hurt yourself
Then the Lord will provide your cushion
Determination, rules the nation whateva you facing just be a man
Believing in death before dishonor shake the drama and take a stand
For ah nigga like me see it didn't come easy
Ah nigga had to struggle and fight
At ah point and time in my life
It's like ah nigga just can't get it right
To all of my family Layzie loves ya
And I never take shit for granted
Feeling so wicked off in this planet
Man fuck tryin' to understand it
That's why I stay focused thugging and loc'dus
Stacking my bricks till I form the fifth
Momma never said it'd be like this
But nigga I'm ready for anything
Remember to never count your eggs before they hatch
About precision timing and vision
Get up and go and don't turn back
If you ah soldier and you know it hold ya head up high
And keep stompin' in yo big black boots and don't worry
Say don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
Don't you worry bout a damn thang a damn thang
I'm a let a nigga know
You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat
I gives a fuck about no nigga
Don't be no  - ass nigga
I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip
Off the rippa, baby 
Where's tha mob? Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job
Is you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob
We can spar, but you'll get drop 
I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop
Better look out for mom, been doomed since the womb
When he put me in my tomb
I've been thuggin' so assume when I entered your room, boom
Stomped through Compton and cities y'all ain't never heard of
And listen I bet there's thousand people screamin' out murder, murder, rip ya
Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got alive
I'm talented, when I die you can see what's deep in my eyes
Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry
I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie
So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental
So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental
One nigga got amped and off he in the trap with some
They took a chance and lost
Let's spray everybody and gangsta gone
Don't finish the wars when they ain't over
I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close
And they got so hard if it ain't starved
This family that don't give a fuck who you are
It ain't nothin' like some trouble
How close? How far ?
Uh, uh, Bow Wow! give her a lil bit
Weezy girl, I can't believe what you sayin'
You know you got it, should meet with my fans
But every time I get a break I'm layin
Where? in your arms all night and day playin'
You won't some time, I send you jacob, want sunshine then take a vacation
We ain't gon make it if you keep complainin, everybody go through changes
Love is a dangerous 
 it's full of happy and sad faces
Break it up to make up later, talk it out so it ain't no anger
We need more communication, you should have some consideration
Cause you knew from the day we met
What, what type of player you was dealing wit. haha
Uh huh, uh huh, wish! give her a lil bit
Everything I do, just for me and you, stack a little paper so its never rainy days
I got you, but just for me then you got to, understand that I hustle, hustle
Diamonds things, I gotta hustle, hustle, anything that brings the weight up
See a real thug too its in his nature, its in his nature
Not tryna say that you about that paper, but me and you, yes we like that paper
Overseas trips, diamonds on the wrists, you must admit, your boy gets that paper
I like bossin, girl, girl, but you beside me, slide wit me, slide wit me
Try and take it away thats when I ride and ride
Intro:
What, y'all thought I wasn't going to do a weed song?
Shit, nigga, you know me 
And it makes me sing, every puff that I breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease the world
I like to get high 
So high
Chorus:
Bud-smokers only
Reefer really makes you happy, don't it?
Verse 1:
Me smoking Buddha 
Come again, me smokin' Buddha 
Me roll, and then me pass the hootah' to ya
Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that Buddha fool ya
Puff on that hootah' 
Come again, puff on this hootah' 
Sit back, relax, and let the Buddha soothe ya
And when they ask, "Who?", you can tell them Krayzie schooled ya
Puff on the Buddha, but first me gotta get with me friends
So wish, you provide a grub, cause I'm gonna spend all my ends on the Buddha
Come again, will ya share me a bit of blunt, my friend?
If you don't wanna go half, fuck it. I'll put in the ends on the Buddha, Buddha
We roll and smoke and choke and pass and toke and hand it back to ya
That Buddha gonna keep ya...
Bridge:
So high...
So, now, how high can ya go?
I want to get high
Verse 2:
As soon I arrive in L.A., gotta hit my connections
I've been here stressin' on this airplane six hours , just thinkin' of crashin'
Now a sack's gonna be relaxin'
Smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and, but we won't spend no money
Them sacks gotta be lovely, or we ain't fuckin' with y'all
Y'all give me that. We don't want that. Don't give me that, want no stress sack
No, me don't want that
Not in Californ-I-A
I want that bomb bud
It really makes me happy and it makes me sing
Every puff that I breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease the world
I done been to the other side, and I seen London and Paris niggas get fuckin' bloody high
Feelin' the vibe
Mary Jane's worldwide, so why is it such a crime?
Hey, everybody should be gettin' high
So Mr. Weedman, you know we lookin' for the trees with no seeds
, man
Yeah. Yeah
We got the cheese, and we need to know if you can show me the nigga with the weed, man
Where can I get it ?
It's always somethin' you got to give up 
If you want everything you want 
It's always somethin' you got to give up 
If you want everything you want 
It's always somethin' you got to give up 
If you want everything you want 
It's always somethin' you got to give up 
If you want everything you want 
Here they come, wait can I barktalk Bone, jumpin it feelin
Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot
But feelin like Pac, that's what the guy thought
But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop
Droppin this shit today, we kickin this thug music
Better love us, so when I love smokin buds on the bus
See we gone sells out that'll make you lust
My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit
My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
And cover a snitch all wet
Why the fuck could not he write me S-E-T for the second sincerely
We baggin 'em up rollin niggas and throwin 'em in the wasteland
Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time
Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee
He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim
Niggas pick up another, then they run
But I'm through with the body bitch ah
But when they want it, yea he just in the business
Flesh givin you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'mma bring
Young, but them package you'll be impressed
 If it was somethin you can't give up
 Yea I know 
 To get everything you want
 But shit I don't know I don't know 
 If it was somethin you can't give up
 Yea I know 
 To get everything you want
 But shit I don't know I don't know 
I am waiting for the righteous one
Enlighten us the righteous one
I am waiting for the righteous one
With the faith of titans with your beauty enlighten us
It makes me erase my sunshine
It makes me erase my sunshine
It makes me erase my sunshine
It makes me erase my sunshine
If I pray for you
 pray for me
If I pray for you
 pray for me
It makes me erase my sunshine
It makes me erase my sunshine
It makes me erase my sunshine
It makes me erase my sunshine
It's all because of brew
I'm feelin fresh and new
I bless a forty a day
So now I never have to have another sober day
When blessin' 40's I'm a pro
I just thought I'd let you know
You Can't take my brew away from me...
I down my 40 kinda slow; I like to savor it
And while the niggas try to down it
I like to save my shit
See, brew's a must to me, so put your trust in me
Yeah, I'm a stone-cold alcoholic for eternity
If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig
If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig
If you're an alchy and you know it
Takin' a swig will surely show it
If you're an alchy and you know it, take a swig
Now take a muthafuckin' gulp for the Bones, swig it
Hog it, dog it, or just leave that shit alone
I gotta get my buzz on: Olde, Gold, P.M., and Ides
I dip the joint into the brew so I can get high
And well, ya know what they say
I need a swig a day with ?
Down with the brew-swiggers, yeah
We all in the house, and all them real niggas
We bless da 40 ounce! Gotta bless my 40
Or my crew will put me out
My name is Bizzy Bone, I gotta bless da 40 ounce
Who's next to bless da forty?
I don't wanna put you out
So, Krayzie Bone, bless da 40 ounce!
Now, I'm takin a sip - Now I'm takin' a sip
Pass the 40, back the fuck up, bitch
You think I spent 2 dollars just to let you slop in my shit?!
And niggas swore I be stiffin', but niggas
Shit you knew the toll is 25 cents for you to swig my brew
I got influenced by foam because it gets me pumped to get a 40
Cause they love it when me pissy drunk
Yeah, my bitches be trippin' to see the film of my brew, shit
See what I'm a do, is, get rid of you, bitch
I got back to the store to get the St. Ides
I dip the joint into my brew so I can get high
Yeah, I do cause I like to get silly wit it
And since I drink St. Ides, yo
A nigga get religious with it
I want short, talls, 40s, and them 64s
I gotta get drunk because I love calling bitches hoes
Drunker than a bitch is how you see me
So nigga  the fuckin' 40 O-Z
I gotta bless my 40 or my crew will put me out
My name is Krayzie Bone
I gotta bless da 40 ounce
Who's next to bless da 40?
I don't wanna put you out
So yo, Wish Bone, my nigga, bless da 40 ounce!
Bone's gettin' drunk and freakin' hoes
I'm chillin' with my niggas as I bless my forty O's
I'm poppin' off the cap, I down my shit and act a fool
You know we always brewed in the morning just for school
And if you have a party with the drink we hit it first, G
I knew I was a drunk when double-A couldn't help me, yeah
Niggas be trippin', ain't gave a sip, but they want a sip
Well, fuck that freebie shit;
You ain't got no money  you broke bitch!
The Bone works hard to get brewed all day
And we don't give a fuck about what sober niggas say
I stumbled into the house and people ask why
I dip the joint into the brew, so I can get high
My nigga Krayzie Bone hooked me with that bomb bud
Now roll me up a huddah, I'm about to hit the bud
Cuz, you know a friend with weed is a friend indeed
But a friend without a doubt is the one that bless da 40 ounce
Gotta bless my 40 or my crew will put me out
My name is Wish Bone; I gotta bless da 40 ounce
Who's next to bless da 40?
I don't wanna put you out
So Layzie Bone, bless da 40 ounce!
Straight from the muthafuckin thieve land
Where you cop a 40 
Ounce for a dollar ninety, even
And drink a brew, I'll be a true nut and a alcoholic
You gotta problem, I gotta problem
But my brew will solve it
Don't try to stop me; I get drunk than a skunk
Cause I be rollin with the brew in the trunk
So, now you know that I be way past tipsy
Because my lips be steady takin sips, G
So many sips that I be drinkin' till my sud's gone
Because the Bones love to get they buzz on
And I'm a show you how to bless it like this
Hit to the bottom, to the top, and a smooth twist
Now check this: I'm a drink it 'til a nigga die
I dip the joint into the brew so I can get high and higher
Now I's think it's time a nigga announce that all day
Everyday, we just be blessin' da 40 ounce
Gotta drink da 40 or my crew will put me out
My name is Layzie Bone, so I'm'a bless da 40 ounce
Who's next to bless da 40?
I don't wanna put you out
The Enterpri$e is done; we bless da 40 ounce, bitch!
Whom die they lie
No mo' mercy...
Whom die they lie 
I'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand
Answerin' niggas, poppin' enemy
Drop 'em
Me gotta get 'em
Kill 'em before they get the coppers on us
And you know the bitches want us
But as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me
Take a look, and what you see;
Krayzie still runnin' from the police
'Cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed
I'll be leavin' sale now on the scene
I can do it, I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty
He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head
Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye
Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea
Meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay
St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin'
Oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it
Break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid
Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days
Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it
Never act a fool with it, broad, cause your losin' me
Tell a muthafuckin' nigga, cause a nigga told another nigga
"I know who did it"
Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all
Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'll cut your balls
It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off
Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie
Whom die they lie
No mo' mercy...
Whom die they lie 
Aw yeah, I’ma hit 'em with the murda mo
See ‘em, better let it go
Bet they gon’ run, run. Nine millimeter plus
I got a nigga beat or when it ain’t enough
I got my shotgun
Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me?
Y’all say you real, then we’ll see
Will you ride for me?
Will you die for me?
If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me?
There he go, now slowly approach
Start buckin' but baby, no kills
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it
Just show him what’s real
Cause it's all about money, money, yeah
Don’t get in my way
Fuckin’ with my money
Cause that could surely get you killed
Better find somebody to play with ‘cause I really ain’t out to play bitch
Serious ‘bout mine ‘cause you’re runnin’ out of time
And talkin’ that shit'll get you touched, bitch
Now you know that we ain’t into that rappin back and forth on no song
Shit, like we ain’t got nothin’ else to talk about but you on that ho shit
There go Cleveland
Lets get it over with
Get the fuck outta my way
They say they move down and side to side
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path
Nigga, when the bullet blow!
One bullet for this silly muthfucka!
Your bloodbath, baby livin’ in the day that made me sick in tha head
So crazy, interrogation
So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades
You niggas wanna be the T H U G?
Please, like me but can’t see me
Bend and roll like a fuckin hog
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy
So many hoes screamin, bitch, skeeze me
Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling
Nigga, with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn
It’s a man on the roof with a gun, better run
It’s your chance
Runnin through servin a dum dum to you
I'm a unique Bone Thug man
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone
The nigga thought he could fuck with mine
But you’ll never find no others more like my kind
You heard my niggas willin’ to get down and dirty
I don’t give a fuck!
See the villian trudgin, nigga, peelin slugs!
A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that’s us
The original thugstas
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual
Bone clone niggas that thinkin’ that they invincible
But not a real
I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes!
Yeah niggas
Bone back in the house once again
Bringin ya'll niggas that real shit!
Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh!
Wanna say what's up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug
Shit and
Fuck all y'all player hatin ass
Clonin ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas!
We told ya'll niggas this shit was eternal
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal…..
 
Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder
Murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all
Wasteland warriors, we stressed
We stressed, we stressed
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Wasteland warriors ride
War corruptin' my mind
Ain't nothin' changed, everyday
Ain't nothin' changed
Ain't nothin' changed, everyday
Ain't nothin' changed
Ain't nothin' changed, everyday
Ain't nothin' changed
Cleveland St. Claire
Outro: Bizzy 
Wanna lend shouts out to all the St. Claire SCT's
St. Claire Thugs Original O.G.'s Gangsters
Shouts out to Buck, Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye, Troy rest in peace
We'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down the way
Cuz Cleveland Rocks nigga and we love you
I wanna send shouts out to my niggas down there on Hough
Keep the struggle keep the movement going, baby
I wanna send shouts out to my Kinsman niggas
What's up my niggas? 
I told y'all we wuz gone give y'all some love nigga what 
I wanna send shouts out to my Breman niggas
My Addams family niggas
My 10-5 gangster street heroin sellin niggas
I wanna send shouts out to my niggas all the way on 145th on St. Claire nigga
152nd on St. Claire nigga
U better believe in SCTs nigga for life nigga
Big Ben, 88th nigga
Please believe in 95th, 92nd, 96th
And don't forget about 99 in this bitch
 Economy's the coldest convenience store in America
Right on St. Claire baby
Right on St. Claire baby
Send this to B's nest
Cleveland Indians, Cleveland Browns
Pleezbaleevit, the C-L-E...L-A-N...D
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Wish Flesh Krayzie Bizzy and that lil nigga Layzie
 2x
Indeed if I fall. Every time I'm fallin', fallin
Theres no doubt that god helps me rise
I said indeed if I fall. Every time I'm fallin', fallin
Theres no doubt god helps me rise
I'mma be a soldier
Runnin' from gun shots for the day I see Jehovah
You think you know us
Even though you want to
Don't think I'm in it just because of crossroads
And grab a grammy and did nothing for my family
This artist is half ass and scared to tell the truth
And I'm heartless niggas and I think hes raising to you
To the fo who thought that someone was bullshitin
And admitin' you sayin' anything
Up lifting within' the distance that the kids that use to listen to the don
Better prepare old English and essents of a mission never relied on county and prison
Messin' up my kitchen
Better be survive in you
Treated these prisons
Trinity is wating for you
Baby swallow and ride
And let me get a ride
Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets spent up
And you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin with the wood grain
Everybody still playin that hood game quiet
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
Split up these niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message
Destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter
Wad up a niggas sherm
And come listen to the sermon
Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got some problems
Had dreams of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run
A nigga not insane
Niggas still with me
Bone, somehow they turn up
Run up and get your sign
Run blindly, elevate through time
Nowhere to hide
Our dawgs finna haul off lead
Sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin me
You know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a Glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked up
Don't you niggas?
Runnin up blastin gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
For the untamed
Insane human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought mutherfuck fame
For the fact the shit is a phat game
Going remain number one in the Land
Flesh, strangle the gang
Bang bang!
Bang!
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today?
Will I raise my guage?
Oh God!
How will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you
Don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of assassins
Match it, collecting more cash
That's true, you're feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villian
Hit 'em
With a venomous blow!
I call on my mighty archang-el
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice
And open up your mutherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay
Everyday stormin your way
You better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day
Motherfuckers player hate
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got
High ever since that day, that day
After I discovered weed and I smoked it, smoked it
I just ain't able to stay away, I roll another, smoke another, roll another, smoke another
Weed eases your mind, your mind
Get high and you'll find, you'll find
You can fly
As we roll blowin' on indo, indo
Top dropped, feelin' the wind blow, yeah
We don' smoke the whole quarter pound and ain't know it
Been smokin' blunt for blunt around the clock
I got my choke on, choke on
When there's a problem I can't solve 
My family gets involved
We've been here through thick and thin
On my thugs I can depend
Been down from the getty-go, since any of yo'
Can you feel me though?
Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west
Wanna test?
Better come prepared with your Smith-n-Wess'
Now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game!
Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang
We are soldiers now 
We want to thank you 
For the time you took 
To listen to our funky groove
We are soldiers now 
We want to thank you 
For the time you took to listen to our funky groove 
I guess if it was not for them blessings
Weak evil thought would control my whole existence
We preach and speak true belief from within
This family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah
Can't duck, can't run from the cut
Back up!
The wasteland field, peel for mine
The deal, how the clique be real with it
My family tree standin' strong
Natural born in the world of madness, no gladness
Leave a nigga insane
Gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day
Clickin' tight 'til the end with the gang
Come on, come on and swing this way 
It got to be harmony
Evil be done wicked erased, erased
Humbly united gatherin' souls
understood
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own
Hold on, I bet you we'll never go wrong if
We stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya
He, who gets conflict, must just be weak
It's gettin' clearer and clearer, clearer
Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it
If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now
Amen, Amen! Bless the Mo Thug children
And could you watch over mine for me?
Get up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game
Nigga, this is a family thang
'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same, same
You look out for me, I'll look out for you
This is what you do to unite your trues
It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug
Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug 
It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug
If I could teach the world to be
A Thug in perfect Harmony
If I could teach the world to be
A Thug in perfect Harmony
We're from the family tree of old school hip-hop
Kick off your shoes and relax your socks
The rhymes will spread just like a pox
'Cause the music is live, like an electric shock
I am known to do the wop 
Also known for the Flintstone Flop
Tammy D getting biz on the crop 
Beastie Boys known to let the beat
"MMM, D-r-r-rop!"
Do it
Now when I wrote graffiti, my name was Slop
If my rap's soup, my beats is stock
Step from the table when I start to chop
I'm the lumberjack, DJ Adrock
If you try to knock me, you'll get mocked
I'll stir fry you in my wok
Your knees'll start shaking and your fingers pop
Like a pinch on the neck of Mr. Spock
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Intergalactic planetary, planetary intergalactic
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Another dimension, another dimension
Do it
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'ma set it straight, this Watergate
I can't stand rockin' when I'm in here
'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear
So while you sit back and wonder why
I got this fuckin' thorn in my side
Oh my god, it's a mirage
I'm tellin' y'all, it's sabotage
So, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothin'
You'll shut me down with a push of your button
But, yo, I'm out and I'm gone
I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on
'Cause what you see, you might not get
And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet
Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage
I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage
Whhhhhyyyyyy
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
Listen all y'all, it's a sabotage
I can't stand it, I know you planned it
I'm-a set it straight, this Watergate
But I can't stand rockin' when I'm in this place
Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face
But make no mistakes and switch up my channel
I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle
What could it be – it's a mirage
You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage
]
Now here's a little story I've got to tell
About three bad brothers you know so well
It started way back in history
With Ad-Rock, MCA,  Mike D
Been had a little horsey named Paul Revere
Just me and my horsey and a quart of beer
Riding across the land, kicking up sand
Sheriff's posse's on my tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is getting hot, the beer is getting flat
Looking for a girl, I ran into a guy
His name was MCA, I said, "Howdy," he said, "Hi"
He told a little story that sounded well-rehearsed
Four days on the run and that he's dying of thirst
The brew was in my hand, and he was on my tip
His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, he asked me for a sip
He said, "Can I get some?" – I said, "You can't get none!"
Had a chance to run, pulled out his shotgun
Quick on the draw, I thought I'd be dead
He put the gun to my head, and this is what he said:
"Now my name is MCA, I've got a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill 
Now what do we have here, an outlaw and his beer? 
I run this land, you understand? I've made myself clear?"
We stepped into the wind, he had a gun, I had a grin
You think this story's over, but it's ready to begin
]
Now I got the gun, you got the brew
You got two choices of what you can do
It's not a tough decision, as you can see
I can blow you away or you can ride with me
I said, "I'll ride with you if you can get me to the border
The sheriff's after me for what I did to his daughter."
I did it like this, I did it like that
I did it with a wiffleball bat
So I'm on the run, the cop got my gun
And right about now it's time to have some fun
The King Ad-Rock, that is my name
And I know the fly spot where they got the champagne
We rode for 6 hours, then we hit the spot
The beat was a-bumping, and the girlies was hot
This dude was staring like he knows who we are
We took the empty spot next to him at the bar
MCA said, "Yippie Yo, you know this kid?"
I said I didn't, but I know he did
The kid said, ("Get ready, 'cause this ain't funny
My name's Mike D, and I'm about to get money"
Pulled out the jammy,  I aimed it at the sky)
He yelled  and let two fly
Hands went up, and people hit the floor
He wasted two kids that ran for the door
("I'm Mike D, and I get respect
Your cash and your jewelry is what I expect")
MCA was with it, and he's my ace
So I grabbed the piano player, and I punched him in the face
Piano player's out, the music stopped
His boy had beef, and he got dropped
Mike D grabbed the money 
I grabbed two girlies and a beer that's cold
[Verse 3: MCA, Mike D &
Ad Rock
]
Born and bred in Brooklyn USA
They call me Adam Yauch, but I'm MCA
Like a lemon to a lime, a lime to a lemon
I sip the def ale with all the fly women
Limos, arenas, and TV shows
Autographed pictures and classy hoes
Step off, Holmes, get out of my way!
Taxing little girlies from here to L.A.
Waking up before I get to sleep
'Cause I'll be rocking this party eight days a week
No sleep till
No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
No  sleep  till Brooklyn 
Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See, I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena
Well I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leech
Yeah, you can't front on that
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want 
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want 
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want 
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want 
Yeah!
Kick it!
You wake up late for school, man, you don't wanna go
You ask your mom, "Please?", but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight!
For your right!
To party!
Your pop caught you smoking, and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag 
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight
Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, “What's that noise?"
Aw, Mom, you're just jealous it's the Beastie Boys
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party
Parrrrrrty
Parrrrrrty
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...
Brooklyn, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop
Keep on and rockin' the sure shot
B-boys, b-girls...
Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock
Girls – all I really want is girls
And in the morning it's girls
'Cause in the evening it's girls
I like the way that they walk
And it's chill to hear them talk
And I can always make 'em smile
From White Castle to the Nile
Back in the day
There was this girl around the way
She liked my home-piece MCA
He said he would not give her play
I asked him, "Please?" – he said, "You may."
Her pants were tight, and that's ok
If she would dance, I would DJ
We took a walk down to the bay
I hope she'll say
"Hey, me and you should hit the hay!"
I asked her out, she said "No way!"
I should've probably guessed her gay
So I broke north with no delay
I heard she moved real far away
That was two years ago this May
I seen her just the other day
Jackin' Mike D. to my dismay
Girls – to do the dishes
Girls – to clean up my room
Girls – to do the laundry
Girls – and in the bathroom
Girls – that's all I really want is girls
Two at a time – I want girls
With new-wave hairdos – I want girls
I ought to whip out my – girls, girls, girls, girls, girls....!
And I be working on my game
Because life is taxing
Gotta get it together
And see what's happening
Get it together
Wait a minute, wait a minute 
Wait a minute,  wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute,  wait a minute 
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Get it together
Wait a minute, wait a minute
S-see what's happening
I go One-Two like my name was Biz Mark
But I had to do the shit, just let me embark
On the lyric and the noun and the verb
Let me kick the shit off cause, yo, I'm not the herb
Well, it's not the herb but the spice with the flavor to spare
The Moog with the funk for your derriere
While we're on that topic, yes, I like to mention
When it comes to bonin' - woo! - I'm representing
Spacin', zonin', talkin' on the phone and
My brain is roamin' and I don't know where it's goin'
Talking lots of shit,
a little tweaking on the weekend 
I gotta to get him by the reins because I know that I'm freaking 
Well, I'm a
funky soul
and I'm a Scorpio
And when I get my flow I'm Dr. On-the-Go
So, Q-Tip, what you on the mic for?
Because I had to talk about the times when I rhyme
And when the MC's come in my face, I'm like mace
Because I back them off with the quills
'Cause I have to tell you, nigga, 'cause I'll keep you under prills
Resting on Nine-One-One Sixteenth Ave., off the Farmers Boulevard 
Well I'm from Manhattan, MCA's from Brooklyn
Yeah, MCA, your shit be cookin'
Praying mantis on the court and I can't be beat
But, yo, Tip, what's up with the boots on your feet?
Got the Timbos on the toes and this is how it goes
Oh, one-two, oh my god
One-two, oh my god
I got some shit
I've got the kung fu grip behind my green trap kit
Never, ever, ever smoking crack
Never, ever, ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple Now & Laters
Listen to me now, don't listen to me later
Fuck it, 'cause I know I didn't make it fuckin' rhyme for real
But, yo, technically I'm as hard as steel
Gonna get it together, watch it
Gonna get it together, Ma Bell
I'm like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication
Ma Bell, Got the ill communication
Ma Bell, Got the ill communications 
Ma Bell, Got the ill communication 
Ma Bell
Eh-eh
Ah-ah-ha-ha
Keep it on and on
Step up to the bar, put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
You take a sip, you can do it, you get right to it
We had a case in the place, and we went right through it
You got a dry martini, you thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar, I smack you off your stool
I'll down a 40 dog in a single gulp
And if you got beef, you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def-def girls-girls, all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record, I got my advance
I drink it, I think it, I see it, I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I don't give D it
We got the bottle, you got the cup
Come on, everybody,
let's get ffffff--
Brass Monkey - that funky monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky monkey
Brass Monkey - that funky monkey
Brass Monkey junkie
That funky monkey
Brass Monkey
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
Now, I go by the name of the King Ad-Rock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like Miss Piggy 
I am the one with the clientele
You say, "Ad-Rock, you rock so well"
I've got class like pink champale
MCA, grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Don't test me, they can't arrest me
I'll fake right, cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo, calm down
You look like Cable Guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip-hop, B
Now-
Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put Armor All up on your tire
Sport that fresssssh attire
Tonight we goin' out, set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head and say "those were the days"
Now check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfucking party out
Now, I rock a house party at the drop of a hat 
Now, I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic
They be staring at the radio, staying up all night
So like a pimp, I'm pimpin', I got a boat to eat shrimp in
Nothing wrong with my leg, I'm just B-boy limpin'
Got arrested at the Mardi Gras for jumping on a float
My man MCA's got a beard like a billy goat
"Ooh-ooh" is my disco call
MCA , I'm gettin' rope, y'all
Routines I bust, and the rhymes that I write
And I'll be busting routines and rhymes all night
Like eating burgers or chicken and you'll be picking ya nose, man
I'm on time, homie, that's how it goes
You heard my style, I think you missed the point
It's the joint!
Mike D  With your bad self running things
 With your bad breath onion rings
Well, I'm Mike D, and I'm back from the dead
Chillin' at the beach, down at Club Med
Make another record 'cause the people, they want more of this
Suckers, they be saying they can take out Adam Horovitz
Hurricane, you got clout
Other DJ's, he'll put your head out
A puppet on a string, I'm paid to sing or rhyme
Or do my thing,
I'm in a lava lamp, inside my brain hotel
I might be freakin or peakin', but I rock well
The Patty Duke Show
,
the Wrench
, and then I bust
the Tango
Got more rhymes than Jamaica got mango
I got the peg leg at the end of my stump-a
Shake your rump-a
A full clout, y'all, a full clout, y'all
And when the mic is in my mouth, I turn it out, y'all
A full clout
​
Never been dumped, 'cause I'm the most mackinest
Never been jumped, 'cause I'm known the most packinest
Yeah, we've got beef, chief, we're knocking out teeth, chief
And if you don't believe us, you should question your belief, Keith
Like Sam the butcher bringing Alice the meat
Like Fred Flintstone, driving around with bald feet
Should I have another sip? Nah, skip it
In the back of the ride and bust with the whippet
Rope-a-dope dookies all around the neck
Woo-ha! Got them all in check
Running from the law, the press, and the parents
Is your name Michael Diamond? No, mine's Clarence
From downtown, Manhattan, the Village
My style is wild
, and you know that it still is
Disco bag schlepping
,
and you're doing the bump
Shake your rump-a
Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling
'Cause I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling
I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most chillinest b-boy
I am most ill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most killingest b-boy
I am most chill, and I'm rhymin' and stealin'
Most dustin'-out b-boy
I tossin' my dust
Most finkiest b-boy
I'm doin' that finkin'
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'm stretchin' my shade
Most shootinest b-boy
I think you're shit
Most rhyminest b-boy
I'll steal your shit, homeboy
Most taxinest b-boy
I tax you, boy
Most illingest, illingest, illingest b-boy
Waxin' all y'all squares
Yeah
Ponce De Leon,
constantly on
The fountain of youth, not
Robotron
Peace is a word I've heard before
So move and move and move up on the dance floor
Cuz I'm gonna die, gonna die one day
Cuz I'm goin' and goin' and goin' this way
Not like a roach or a piece of toast
I'm goin' out first class, ain't goin' out coach
Rock my Adidas, never rock Filas
I do not sniff the coke, I only smoke the sinsemilla
Well, with my nose I knows, and with my scope I scopes
What I live I write, and that's strictly rope
I got science for any occasion
Postulating theorems, formulating equations
Well, Cheech Wizard in a snow blizzard
Eat a chicken gizzard with a girl named Lizzy
Dropping science like Galileo dropped the orange
Up on the roof, in my car, up all night
I'm going through science like Dolemite
The Mack
I'm the Egg Man… Taxi driver?
I'm the Egg Man
Egg Man, Egg Man
We all dressed in black, we snuck up around the back
We began to attack,
the eggs did crack on Haze's back
Sam I Am, down with the program
Green Eggs and Ham
,
Yosemite Sam
Come Halloween, you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker… "k-pap"
You made the mistake and judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
Woke up in the morning, peculiar feeling
Looked up and saw egg dripping from the ceiling
The family, punk rocks, the businessman
I'll dog everybody with the egg in my hand
It's not like the crack that you put in a pipe
But crack on your forehead; here's a towel, now wipe
Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man
Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man
Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man, Egg Man...
Egg Man...
Well, I might seem out there, just a little deranged
I've got to cool off, catch me on the driving range
Well I'm the ladies' choice like I was JJ Evans
Legalize the weed and I'll say, Thank heavens!
I'm talking PGA Pro Tour 2
I'm Doctor Beepers on the tv, in my golfing shoes
Pass me an iron and I'll bust a chip shot
Then you throw me off the green because I'm strictly hip-hop
I'll grab the tee, I'll tee off
I'll grab the golf clubs and I'm off, I'm Audi, so check me
I've got the timbos on my toes when I'm not on the green
I've got the custom made boots with the spikey things
I'm working on my driving cause I'm going pro
I've got the funky fly golf gear from head to toe
Yeah, the B-Boys makin' with the freak freak 'cause it's unique unique
Mario's calling Nonni's about the pesto pizza
And then he's on a mission and he's checking for peacha
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
B-Boys makin' with the freak freak
Hold it now,
hit it
Yo, Leroy!
Bust that choco-lotto
What, huh, yo, man, pass that over here, man, all right
King of the Ave with the Def female
You're rhymin' and stealin' with the freshest ale
Kid cooling at the crib watching my TV
Ed Norton
-
Ted Knight
-
and Mr. E-D
Pump it up, homeboy
, just don't stop
Chef Boyardee, cooling on the pot
I take no slack, 'cause I got the knack
I'm never dusting out 'cause I tossed that crack
The King Ad-Rock — that is my name
Y'all drinking Moet, and we got the champagne
A quarter droppin', going shoppin', buyin' wigs
Surgeon general, cut professor, DJ Thigs
Hold it now,
hit it
Hit it
Hold it now,
hit it
Yo, Leroy!
Hey ladies, get funky
What's that?
Good god
Good god
, dance
Good god
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Ain't it funky, brother?
He, ha, ha, ha
Hey, hey, hey, hey, ladies
Hey, hey, ladies
[Verse 4 MCA, Mike D,
Ad Rock
,
All,
]
Well, my
noggin
is
hoggin'
all kinds of thoughts
And Adam
Yoggin
is
Yauch,
and he's rockin' of course,
wow
Smoke the holy chalice,
got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians
Like Jerry Lee Swaggart
or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter
The popcorn
Sippin' on wine
and mackin'
Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin' (
Yeah
)
Ride the wave of fate,
it don't ride me, Homes
And then the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts, I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
Because the bass is bumping
from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do? Hell no!
Shadrach,
Meshach, Abednego!
]
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego 
Shadrach, Meshach, Abednego
Shad—
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
Ah-ha-yeah-hey
"Yo I don't hang out with those guys, man, I ain't got nothing to do with those dudes."
"Wait a minute, I saw your female with 'em, too. What's up with her? I've been hearin' that she been givin' that stuff out to ALL them graffiti guys."
"Yo, shut the fuck up, Chico, man!"
"I could paint three of those murals for some of that ass."
"Professor, what's another word for 'pirate treasure'?"
"Well, I think it's 'booty'. Booty, booty, that's what it is."
Yes, I got more bounce than the fucking bump
And then you want to know why
Because I'm motherfuckin' truckin'
I'm in the pocket just like Grady Tate
Got supplies of beats so you don't have to wait
Cause I'm the master blaster, drinking up the Shasta
My voice sounds sweet cause it has to
So light a match to my ass cause I'm blowin' up
I'd like to thank the people for just showin' up
But now I want y'all to move it
Put your point on the floor and just prove it
And I'm smurfin', not rehearsin', gettin' live, y'all
A little puffy, so you know what, I'm doin' right
Cause that's the kind of frame of mind I'm in
I got this feelin' that it's back again
So don't touch me, cause I'm electric
And if you touch me, you'll get shocked
You got, you got, you got, you got, you got
You've got the boomin' system, but it's sloshing out doo-doo
You think it's chocolate milk, but it's watered down Yoo-hoo
I've been through many times in which I thought I might lose it
The only thing that saved me, has always been music
We've got our own studio, the Son of the G
It's no question, life's been good to me
Cause life ain't nothing but a good groove
A good mixtape to put ya in the right mood
This one goes out to my man, the Groove Merchant
Coming through with beats for which I've been searching
Like two sealed copies, of expansions
I'm like Tom Vu with yachts and mansions
The logo I sport is the face of the monkey
Union made, Ben Davis-quality, it's no junk, see?
My chrome is shining, just like an icicle
I ride around town on my low-rider bicycle
So many wack emcees, you get the TV bozak
Ain't even gonna call out your names, cause you're so wack
And one big oaf, who's faker than plastic
A dictionary definition of the word spastic
You should have never started something that you couldn't finish
Cause writin' rhymes to me is like Popeye to spinach
I'm bad ass, move ya fat ass, cause you're wack, son
Dancing around like you think you're Janet Jackson
Thought you could walk on me to get some ground to walk on
I'll put the rug out under your ass as I talk on
I'll take you out like a sniper on a roof
Like an emcee at the fever in the DJ booth
With your headphones strapped, you're rockin' rewind/pause
Tryin' to figure out what you can do to go for yours
But like a pencil to the paper, I got more to come
One after another, you can all get some
So you better take your time and meditate on your rhyme
Cause your shit'll be stinkin' when I go for mine
And that's right, y'all, don't get uptight, y'all
You can't say shit because you're biting what I write, y'all
And that's wrong, y'all, over the long haul
You can't cut the mustard when you're fronting it all
I stay up all night,
I go to sleep watching Dragnet
Never sleep alone because Jimmy is the magnet
I'm so rope
,
they call me Mr. Roper
When the troubles arise, you know I'm the cool coper
On the mic I score, just like the Yankees
Get over on Miss Crabtree like my main man Spankee
Excuse me young lady, I don't mean to trouble ya
But you're lookin' so fly inside your BMW
I got lucky, I brought home the kitten
Before I got busy, I slipped on the mitten
Can't get better odds because I'm a sure thing
Proud Mary keeps on turning and rolling like a Ring-Ding
Jump the turnstiles, never pay the toll
Doo-wah diddy
and bust in with the
pre-roll
Customs jailed me over an herb seed
Don't rat on your boy over some rat weed
I'm outta your back door, I'm into another
Your boyfriend doesn't know about me and your mother
Not perfect grammar, always perfect timing
The Mike stands for money and the D is for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at your neck, so what the fuck you gonna do?
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all emcees out in the place
Takin' life as it comes, no fool am I
I'm goin' off, gettin' paid, and I don't ask why
Playin' beats on my box, makin' music for the many
Know a lot of def girls that’ll do anything
A lot of parents like to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah, I smoke
cheeba
, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People come up to me, and they try to talk shit
Man, I was making records when you were suckin' your mother's dick
Girl, you're walking tall now in your fancy clothes
You got fancy things, they're going up your nose
You're getting fancy gifts from expensive men
You're a dog on a leash, like a pig in a pen
Mothership connection,
getting girls' affection
If your life needs correction, don't follow my direction
You got your 8 by 10
, your agent,
your Harley
You be driving around Hollywood
with yo, "Sorry, Charlie"
Cause I'm running things like some mack motherfucker
You slipin', you slackin', cause you're a false fake sucker
You slip, you slack; you clock me, and you lack
While I'm reading "On The Road" by my man, Jack Kerouac
Poetry in motion, coconut lotion
Had to diss the girl because she got too emotional
Are you experienced, little girl?
I want to know what goes on in your little girl world
Cause I'm on your mind, it's hard to forget me
I'll take your pride for a ride if you let me
So
peace out
, y'all, a PCP, song out
Full throttle to the bottle and full, full clout
And I'm out
[Verse 3: Ad-Rock, Mike D,
MCA
]
Pass me the scalpel, I'll make an incision
I'll cut off the part of your brain that does the bitching
Put it in formaldehyde and put it on the shelf
And you can show it to your friends and say, "That's my old self"
Can't do me nothing, can't tell me nada
Don't bug me now because I'm doing the lambada 
The forbidden dance , here's my chance
To make romance in my B-boy stance
Parlay romancing into financing
Opened up a restaurant with Ted Danson
The roaches check in, but they never check out
I set the record straight, no doubt
We got a--
We got a party on the left, a party on the right
We gotta party for the motherfucking right to fight
Make some noise if you're with me
You gotta make some noise if you're with me
Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight
"If dancin' prays to the lord then I will feel alright"
I'm feelin' good to play a little music 
Tears running down my face 'cause I love to do it 
And no one can stop this flow from flowing on
A flow master of disaster with a sound that's gone 
I'll give a little shout out to my dad and mom 
For bringing me into this world and so on
I kick it root down, I put my root down
I kick it root down, I put my root down
Yeah, so how we gonna kick it? Gonna kick it root down
Yeah, how you wanna kick it? Gonna kick it root down
So how we gonna rock it? Gonna rock it root down
Break it on down, gonna kick it root down
Yeah, that shit's on down
And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario
And that's a record, that's a record cause of Mario
And that's a record, that's a record to Mario
Aww, now that's a record, buddy
She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty, and she's just my type
Aw, yeah
She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty, and she's just my type
She's crafty, she gets around
She's crafty, she's always down
She's crafty, she's got a gripe
She's crafty, and she's just my type
She's crafty
Making like a DT, driving a Gran Fury
Wherever I hang my hat's my home,
and my past is kind of blurry
Every dog will have his day, mine will be in front of a jury
High plains drifter, you know that I'm never in a hurry
Read me my rights as if I didn't know this
Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis
With his 5 o'clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer
My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?"
I said, "I'm charming, I'm dashing, I'm rental-car bashing
I'm phony-paper passing at Nix Check Cashing"
I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn house of D
He said, "You behave, or we'll throw away the key"
Houdini'd out the cuffs,
kicked the screw in the knee
I took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB
I had a good feeling, easy come, easy go
I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show
And sure enough, that nag came in
Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win
And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger
Hot-wired, hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"
You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got rusted
Dusted, rusted, mustard, 'sgusted
Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard
Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard
You tried to steal my fresh, and you got cold busted
Busted, busted, busted, busted
Because your crew's all soft, and I'm disgusted
'Sgusted, 'sgusted,  'sgusted
I'm from downtown from the city from of Manhattan
I got a lotta girlies, and not one's cattin'
My posse's in effect, and we're doin' the deuce
And we got more rhymes than your whole damn crew
Caught you poppin' that weak, and you must have been dusted
Dusted, dusted, dusted, dusted
Stuck your head in the toilet and stone cold flushed it
Flushed it, flushed it, flushed it, flushed it
Word
They got a committee to get me off the block
'Cause I say my rhymes loud, and I say 'em nonstop
Because being bad news is what we're all about
We went to White Castle, and we got thrown out
I got my boy Mike D. - I got the King Adrock
I got the jammy with the ammo inside my sock
I shot homeboy, but the bullet was a dud
So I reached in the Miller cooler, grabbed a cool Bud
Slow riding, gun hidin', on the go
I'm fly like an eagle, and I drink Old Crow
I'm the king of the classroom, coolin' in the back
My teacher had beef, so I gave her a smack
She chased me out of class, she was strapped with a ruler
Went to the bathroom, rolled myself a wooler
With bottle in hand, at the microphone stand
Ay, yo, homeboy - what you drinkin', man?
I got money - I got juice
I got to the party, and I got loose
I got rhythms - I got rhymes
I got the girlies with the def behinds
I got ill - I got busted
I got dust, and I got dusted
I got gold - I got funky
I got the new dance they call the Brass Monkey
Because I'm hard hittin' - always bitten - cool as hell
I got the trees on my mirror so my car won't smell
Sittin' around the house - gettin' high watchin' tube
I'm eating Colonel's chicken
- drinkin' Heineken brew
I'm a gangster, I'm a prankster - I'm the king of the ave
I'm hated, confrontated for the juice that I have
All the fine ladies are making a fuss
But I can't pay attention - 'cause I'm on that dust
M.I.K.E. to the D
You come and see me and you pay a fee
Do what I do professionally
To tell the truth I am exactly what I want to be
Now Ad-Rock  and MCA 
Let's rock this joint in the old school way
Well I’m on 'til the crack of dawn
Mowing down emcees like I’m mowing a lawn
I go off like nothing can faze me
You think we'll ever meet Stevie? one of these days, D
But I can stand my ground and I am down
To wax an emcee who acts like a clown
But for now, I’d like to ask you how
You like the feel of the bass in your face in the crowd?
I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger
An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger
I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out
He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout
24 is my age, and .22 is my gauge
I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage
Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission
Had a small problem with the transmission
Three on the tree in the middle of the night
I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight
Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad
You bought the coins on the street , and you know you got had
Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it
Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it
It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you
It's gonna get you, girl, it's gonna get you
Looking down the barrel of a gun
Son of a gun, son of a bitch
Getting paid, getting rich
Ultra violence be running through my head
Cold medina, y'all, makin' me see red
Rapid fire Louie
,
like Rambo got bullets
I'ma die harder, like my kid Bruce Willis
I love girlies, waxing and milking
Coordinating trim is my man, Dave Scilken
Predetermined destiny is who I am
You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am
Like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town
I've got homeboys bonanza to beat your ass down
Well, I'm mad at my desk, and I'll be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless chicken chasin'
, a sucker freebasin'
You're looking for a fist to put your face in
Well, get hip, get hip, don't slip ya knuckle heads
Racism is schism, on a serious tip
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft
Riding down the block with my box in my hand
Today I feel like chillin' just as chill as I can
Coolin' on the corner with a forty of
OE
'Cause me and MCA we're down with Mike D
Man, when I run a jam - I don't give a damn
When I'm throwing bass - I say, "Thank you, ma'am."
Fuel injected, rhyme connected - running things
Well, I'm the King Ad-Rock and I'm the king of all kings
I'm looking for a spot - things are gettin' hot
I'm MCA, I'm here to stay - and you sir, you are not
Oh no, it could not be - it's such a sight to see
It's such a trip - you're on my tip, so listen to Mike D
My work is my play - because I'm playing when I work
My name's Mike D, as you can see, man, I can do the jerk
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D - it's chill
What's the time? - it's time to get ill
Now what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill
So what's the time?
It's time to get ill
And what's the time?
It's time to get ill...
"You will do eight hops on the left, eight on the right
Four left, four right, two left, two right, the one each
Left right, left right. Start and land on the balls of the feet
Left foot... Ready? It's one two three four five"
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three...
Donald Trump and Donald Tramp
living in the men's Shelter
Wonder Bread bag shoes and singing "Helter Skelter"
He asks for a dollar, you know what it's for
Man, bottle after bottle, he always needs more
He's no less important than you working class stiffs
He drinks a lot of liquor, but he don't drink piss
He paid his dues playing the blues
He claims that he wrote the "Blue Suede Shoes"
Elvis shaved his head when he went into the army
That's right, y'all, his name is Johnny
,
kick it!
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Ryall
Johnny Ryall, Johnny Rya-
Check the cool wax!
And let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
And let it flow - let yourself go
Slow and low - that is the tempo
Hello Brooklyn!
New York, New York - it's a hell of a town
You know The Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name - only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials
I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know, I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle
'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be stickin' up old ladies with the handgun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say
I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor
'Cause I am the holder of the three-pack bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the three-pack bonanza
If you ask a question, then you shall get the answer
Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M, O-N, E-Y, the belt
I stay at home, just like a hermit
I got the jammy, but I don't got the permit
You got a boyfriend, and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn 
Now I'm-a break it down to the brass tacks
Do the Biz Mark dance
and the cabbage patch
You try to turn the key but then you broke the latch
Sneak into my files for some rhymes to snatch
I'd like to have a say on the income tax
Don't wanna help build bombs and that's the facts
No money for health care so what's the catch?
The man got you locked with no key to the latch
Mike and Adam have got my back
You bring the mic and we'll bring the raps
Turn on the PA and rock your shack
Don't smoke cheeba, can't stand crack
Dip dip dive so-socialize
Open up your ears and clean out your eyes
If you learn to love, you're in for a surprise
It could be nice to be alive
Me and Adam, Adam, and Mario C
In the studio with the place to be
To all the party people who are happy and free 
With Mix Master Mike, we're making history
Three MC's and one DJ
We be getting down with no delay
Mix Master Mike, what'cha got to say?
("
You came off with that one, Joe
Oh, my goodness
")
EZ Mike with the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of the D-D-D-Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
What?
What, what
Funky damn
Funky Pam, Pam, Pam, Pam
Pam, de-de-de, de-de-de, de-dedede-de
FD in the house, y'all
Funky, funky, funky, funky
Pam, de-de-de, de-de-de, de-dedede-de
Wikki-wikki, funky, funky, funky
Pam, de-de-de, de-de-de, de-dedede-de
Funky, funky, funky, funky
FD, FD
Funky Pam
Pam, de-de-de, de-de-de, de-dedede-de
Funky, funky, funky, funky
FD, Funky Pam
Ah, everybody, funky Pam
Pam, de-de-de, de-de-de, de-dedede-de
FD
Bam, bam, bam, slam, Alabama
And kick it, And I'll fuck your gramma
And and and and and slam her, slappin' hamma
And chilling
Funky
Like penicillin
Funky
Like panasaursas
Funky
Doris the Finkasaurus
Ha, he, ha, ha, ha
Yeah...
To all the Brooklyn girls
To all the French girls
To all of the Oriental girls
Chinese
Japanese
To all the Swiss girls
And the Italian women
To the Upper East Side nubiles
To all the Jamaican girls
And to the topless dancers
Australian
And Brazilian
To the Southern belles
To the Puerto Rican girls
To the stewardesses flying around the world
Good times gone and you missed them
What's gone wrong in your system?
Things they bounce, like a Spalding
What'd you think? Did you miss your calling?
It's so free, this kind of feeling
It's like life, it's so appealing
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude, and that's right
Good times gone, but you feed it
Hate's grown strong, you feel you need it
Just one thing, do you know you
What you think? That the world owes you?
What's gonna’ set you free
Look inside and you'll see
When you've got so much to say
It's called gratitude, and that's right
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slipping through his fingers, and she's moving out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
Well, if your world was all black, and then your world was all white
Well, then you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock,
well, my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tippy 'cause my homey is famous
My name is not O'Houlihee, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak, man, you know I'd be lyin'
Well, suckers try to bite, yeah, then try to pursue it
Ya explain to a musician…
Them knew it, but them can't do it
It's 4am, I've got the Hasenpfeffer Ale
I've got nothing to lose, so I'm pissing on the third rail
Groggy-eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-train ride to Coney Island vacation
This one’s… dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1-train
They'll be kicking out windows, high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstile, I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman told my homeboy, "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton Street, downtown
Same faces every day, but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D train
{Stop that train, I wanna get on}
Check it
Trench coat, wingtip, going to work
And you'll be pullin a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pickpocket gangsters, payin' their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernhard Goetz
Overworked and underpaid, starin' at the floor
Prostitute's spandex caught in the slide doors
Now you're stuck between the stations, it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity
$50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise,
your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee, and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loudspeaker about the hard times
Sat across from a man readin El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station, to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog - from WHO? George Drakoulias
Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails from
Right next to High Bridge across from Harlem
To the Grand Concourse where my mom and dad met
Before they moved on down to the Upper West
I see you're still strong after all that's gone on
Life long we dedicate this song
Just a little something to show some respect
To the city that blends and mends and tests
Since 9/11, we're still livin'
And lovin’, life we've been given
Ain't nothing gonna' take that away from us
Were lookin' pretty and gritty cause in the city we trust
Dear New York, I know a lot has changed
2 towers down, but you're still in the game
Home to the many, rejecting no one
Accepting peoples of all places, wherever they're from
Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, and Staten
From the Battery to the top of Manhattan
Asian, Middle-Eastern, and Latin
Black, White, New York you make it happen
Now me
Everyday I'm riding to school
I'm learning a bunch of brainwash
It's hogwash
You're like
Foghorn Leghorn
,
Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am
A-with those lies you're telling you're like
Toucan Sam
But my style's impregnable like the
Hoover Dam
And if you don't like it, then hey, fuck you!
And if you don't like it, then hey, fuck you!
W-how, what a loser!
I'm broader than Broadway, I was the project hallway
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now we're takin'
Titles, awards, and accolades
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhyme selection
Listen all y'all, I rap with perfection
Because I got the motherfuckin' old school flavor
That you savor, so watch your behavior
Talking other dimensions, levels higher
Why did Billy Joel say,
"We Didn't Start the Fire"
Take you to another realm, ugh, another level
I've got the funky rhymes but I'm not the funky devil
I step from minute to minute, lifetime to lifetime
Step from stage to stage to see it all unwind
Slowly but surely I seek to find my mind
And every wall that I face is of my own design
YEAH
Glendale Boulevard... ah boulevard
Glendale Boulevard is where I'm at
It's where I'm at, where I live
Check it Check it out cause my head is like a sieve
And yo we turn it out
Do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it, let's do it
With your mind, put your body into it
Let's do it
A'ight! We got the funk
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
We got the funk
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
What the, we got the f-f-funk
Rrrrr!!
We got the funk
We got the funk
Yo, Yauch what's up?
Mike D, what's up?
Come on Yauch, let's tear it up
Well, I could catch a groove like a flash in the dark
I grab a hold of your attention like a thief in the park
‘Cause I can flip a rhyme off the tip of my tongue
Yeah, I be switching up the rhythm like the rhyme's a piece of chewing gum
Now I might chew, but I don't bite
My ideas are mine when I begin to write
In my sleep I’ll be thinking 'bout beats and
Getting on the mic and busting some treats and
Sportin’ the crazy funky threads that you've never even seen before
What I’m lackin’ from the mackin’ I can find at the thrift store
I won't scuff nor scuffle, just grin as they walk by
Take time to rhyme for a girl I hear talk fly
Down some papaya, down with the revolution
Always wear my goggles, ‘cause there's so much pollution
I can do the Freak, the Patty Duke, and the Spank
Gotta free the funky fish from the funky fish tanks
I’ll sell my house, sell my car, and I’ll sell all my stuff
"I’m going back to New York City, I do believe I’ve had enough"
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
Whipped-whipped-whipped cream
We're gonna’ be out of her in a minute
So this one goes out to my man, Mario C
My brother Adrock, cuttin' it up on the turntable
Yeah, finger lickin' good, y'all
DJ Hurricane is finger lickin' good, y'all
We're originators, you can't feign
Ignorance or pass the blame
'Nuff rhymes coming out the brain
'Nuff beats to drive you insane
'Nuff moves to make your neck crane
'Nuff skill to make the rhymes ingrain
'Nuff heat to leave you in flames
'Nuff style that you can't defame
You see, I walk like Jabba The Hutt
With the style so new y'all be like, What?
Turn the party out like a bon vivant
With the skill at will that
I know you want
On a hot day with the iced latte
Devious like Wyle E. Coyote
Hot to trot-e or maybe not-e
'Cause little did they know there was a baby in her body
We're mesmerizing, tantalizing, captivating, and devastating
If you 
Wanna know 
The real deal about the three
Well, let me tell you
We're triple trouble ya'll
We're gonna bring you up to speed 
Yeah that's right, ya'll
You know I got my own shit
See, this ain't America's Most Wanted
This is America's Most Mackin!
That's right other people all call it, my hit!
When I get on there is no stoppin'!
Who is this?
Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man, who is the man?
Who is the man?
Who's that?
The maestro
Who is the man?
What? The maestro!
Give it, give it
The maestro
Give it up
The maestro
All three cheers for the maestro!
I ain't goin' no place
Move? Me?!
Give it up and you don't quit
Like that y'all pop some more shit
So, so, so, just sit back and max and relax
Off the tracks that I kick, come on and live it up
Cause I get funky like diaper rash 
And you know I'm mad spunky, and I'm making cash
Well, I got sex rhymes like Victoria got secrets
To all you porno peepers who are trying to peep this
I'm like Al Goldstein, I'm all about screwing
Lead my team to sixty wins like my man Pat Ewing
Like getting shot out the barrel of a wave
Like virgin pow on the peaks of AK
Like a sound that goes to the depths of the soul
Well, that's the feeling that I make my goal
Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation
Uh, uh, check it out
Uh, leave it out
A little wine with my dinner so I'm in my Grape Ape
I feel like a winner when I make a mixtape
Cause I get ill when I'm on the pause button
And I get my fill and you can't say nothing
More soul on this train than Don Cornelius
Got the mad sub-woofer pumping bass for your anus
Just getting on the mic at the monthly function
The wires hitting switches connected at the junction
Perlman's got beats and it ain't no secret
Dante found his shit but you know he freaked it
And so the story goes on and on
Down in SD50 'til the early morning
Music to rock the nation
Music to rock the nation
One, two
Right about now I'd like to dedicate this song
Out to my main homey, Mike D
A'ight, let's kick it
Ready... go
Get on the mic, get-get on the mic
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike!
Let's be real, and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are
rope
, an emcee you must listen to
People say that they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic, and let's show them like we used to
Well, you say fuck that, yo, Holmes, fuck this
I'm the King AdWhammy
and you're Dick Butkus
One half science and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll
Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no
So just get on the mic, just get on the mic
Just get on the mic, get on the mic, Mike!
Well, Mike D is a special individual
Pullin' out knots
and pullin' in residuals
Go to the movies, get the Rolos
The cholos ridin' slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo
Mike, my stromy, don't be so selfish
Get on the mic cause you know you eat shellfish
{At the fever}
 People how you doin', there's a new day dawnin'
For the earth mother, it's a brand new mornin'
 For such a long while, there's been such a longin'
 But now the sun is shinin', let's roll back the awnin'
Move-move your body
 This is a type of kinda like a formal dedication
 Givin' out a shout
 for much inspiration
 All I ever really want to do is get nice
Get loose and goof a little slice of life
 Sendin' out love to all corners of the land
 I jump up on the stage and take the mic in my hand
 I'm not playin' the role
 Just being who I am
 And if you try to dis me, I couldn't give a damn
Cause I'm rockin'
Rockin'
Rockin'
Rock-rock, rockin'
Yeah, get down
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Rock-rock, rock on
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic, mic control
Mic-mic-mic, mic control
Yeah, can you get my drift?
 Bass from the back of my car feels soothin'
 Eight bazookas is what I'm usin'
 I'm Mike D, and it's been proven
 I love it when I see the party people just movin'
 Strapped on my ear goggles and what did I see?
 But the music brought the people into harmony
BBoys to the early morn
BGirls be rockin' on and on
BGirls to the break of dawn
BBoys be rockin' on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on...
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor
Hubo una vez un gran rey que tenía muchas tierras, un castillo y también un amor
Round-house kick the mic out your hand
Drunken mantis, my name brand
If you're slick with the tricks and the sleight of hand
I'm hip to the shit that you're trying to scam
Gnip-Gnop, I got shit to pop
I'm an exceptional professional that just don't stop
So pack up your bag and your mic and don't wait
E.T., phone home, now get the fuck out my face
You know we shake 'em, bake 'em, then we take 'em
Treat MC's like leaves, go out and rake 'em
Sell our CDs on Canal before we make 'em
Serve you on a platter like Steak-umm
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
We're gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
Three the hard way
Three the hard way
Here's another one for y'all to peep
It's called M-I-K-E on the M-I-C
See... I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait, and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinnin' 'round like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way, then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been this, see?
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D
I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like I'm Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So if you don't know me, then pardon my shyness
I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{"It's a trip... it's got a FUNKY beat
And I can bug out to it!"}
The best in men's clothing
Call Paul's Boutique, ask for Janice
The number is, ah, 718-498-1043
That's Paul's Boutique, and they're in Brooklyn
Right-Right-Now-Now; What is going on?
We-We-Gotta-Gotta; Get it goin' on
Be-Be-Fore-Fore; It's too far gone
We gotta work together it's been too long
Now push the pause button, then start ducking
Shhhhh, you heard me like I'm E.F. Hutton
Hutton shhhhhhhh, Hutton shhh, Hutton shhhhhhh
Hutton SHHHHHHHHH!!!
"And I was trying on the Batgirl costume, what's wrong with that?
Now, now I was the Catwoman."
Hey, Adam. It's Felicia…
Hey, Mike. It's Felicia…
Hey, Adam. It's Felicia…
"Uh, funky baby
Lay it on me now
Not so hard, man"
Yo…
I've got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits 
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo 
My favorite New York Knick was Harthorne Wingo
Met a girl at a party, and I gave her my card
Man, you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man
Well, your face turns red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time 
Girl, you should be with me, you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum
With that big round butt of yours
I'd like to butter your muffin
--I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffing, stuffing
Stuff it, buddy
{*scratching: "Aw yeah!"*}
There's a girl over there {*"Aw yeah!"*}
With long brown hair {*"Aw yeah!"*}
I took her to the place...
I threw the mattress in her face...
Took off her shirt {"*fresh"*}
Took off her bra...
Took off her pants {"*fresh"*}
You know what I saw
{"
WICK WICK WACK!"
}
{*all laughing*}
As I develop the awakening mind
I praise the Buddhas as they shine
I bow before you as I travel my path
To join your ranks, I make my full-time task
For the sake of all beings I seek
The enlightened mind that I know I'll reap
Respect to Shantideva and all the others
Who brought down the Dharma for the sisters and brothers
I give thanks for this world as a place to learn
And for this human body that I know I've earned
And my deepest thanks to all sentient beings
For without them, there would be no place to learn what I'm seeing
There's nothing here that's not been said before
But I put it down now so that I'll be sure
To solidify my own views
And I'll be glad if it helps anyone else out too
If others disrespect me or give me flak
I'll stop and think before I react
Knowing that they're going through insecure stages
I'll take the opportunity to exercise patience
I'll see it as a chance to help the other person
Nip it in the bud before it can worsen
A chance for me to be strong and sure
As I think on the Buddhas who have come before
As I praise and respect the good they've done
Knowing love can conquer hate in every situation
We need other people in order to create
The circumstances for the learning that we're here to generate
Situations that bring up our deepest fears
So we can work to release them until they're cleared
Therefore it only makes sense
To thank our enemies despite their intent
The Bodhisattva path is one of power and strength
A strength from within to go the length
Seeing others are as important as myself
I strive for a happiness of mental wealth
With the interconnectedness that we share as one
Every action that we take affects everyone
So in deciding for what a situation calls
There is a path for the good for all
I try to make my every action for that highest good
With the altruistic wish to achieve Buddhahood
So I pledge here before everyone who's listening
To try to make my every action for the good of all beings
For the rest of my lifetimes and even beyond
I vow to do my best, to do no harm
And in times of doubt, I can think on the Dharma
And the Enlightened Ones who've graduated Samsara
Alright, hear this 
So you wanna be the emcee, huh?
Alright, hear this
So you wanna be the emcee, huh?
Alright, hear this
{*DJ scratches: "Good times" for 10 seconds*}
DJ Hurricane
!
When Mike D's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
I go AWOL
!
Ad-Rock's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
I go AWOL
!
When MCA's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
I go AWOL
!
When Hurricane's in the house, what'cha gonna do?
He goes AWOL
!
Cey City in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Home-one, what'cha gonna do?
Captain Pissy in the house… what'cha gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Mike G in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Mookie's the house, what'cha gonna do?
Hollis Crew... what'cha gonna do?
Jarvis in the house, what'cha gonna do?
When Killa Cutty in the house, what'cha gonna do?
Jazzy Jay in the house
,
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house!
Yo, good night Amsterdam
{"Now I want you all to break this down"}
To all the girls, all the girls... 
{"You liked it?"}
{"Well, some of it seemed good!"}
I wish for peace between the races
Someday we shall all be one
Why fight yourself?
This one is called Rectify
There's something coming to the surface
There's fire all around
But this is all illusion
I've seen better days than this one
I've seen better nights than this one
Tension is rebuilding
Something's got to give
Something's got to give
Someday, we shall all be one
Jesus Christ, we're nice
Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12
I chop the fuck out the beats left on the shelf
You be like 'Hello Nasty, where you been?'
It's time you brought the grimy beats out
the dungeon
I jumped outside the house with my Walkman on
I get so hyped when I hear this song
It's gonna keep me happy like all day long
So go and talk shit cause it just makes me strong
Don't grease my palms with your filthy cash
Multinationals spreading like a rash
I might stick around or I might be a fad
But I won't sell my songs for no TV ad
Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie-Beatsie Boys gettin' live on the spot
Puttin' all kinds of shame in the game you got
We keep the party moving to the broad day light
G-e-t-l-i-v-e, alright
Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound
Our sound is the nicest, it's the sweetest sound
Can't get enough of that f-f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-f-funk
Can't get enough of that f-funk
Junior
...
Good morning
Time to get up and go to work
I ride on the bus into the city every day
I sit on my seat and I dream myself away
I dream I'm on an island with that foxy lady too
But when I awaken, I must be mistaken,
I'm on Third Avenue
Won't you take me away and take away me
Won't you take me away and take away me
Yeaaah
Alright, get off the bus
"You're wild man... WILD!"
"That's insane, you're stupid"
"You should sleep late man;
It's just much easier on your constitution"
I know the danger of a man 
Who's been to hell and back again 
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been 
Don't play no game that I can't win 
Don't play no game that I can't win 
Don't play no game that I can't win 
Don't play no game that I can't win 
Don't play no game that I can't win 
I know the danger of a man 
Who's been to hell and back again 
Can't tell tomorrow from where he's been 
Don't play no game that I can't win 
Don't play no game that I can't win
Don't play no game that I can't win
Jeb, get away from the barbecue, man
Don, get the hell away from that thing
Dunce, give me a kiss
Won't you come and give me a kiss?
Butcher me on the court
Too many elbows to report
Now you're poking me in the eye
Bill Laimbeer motherfucker, it's time for you to die
Tough guy, it's time to check yourself
Dribbling the ball like the Biz can be bad for your health
Tough guy, what you gotta prove?
Moving like an elephant, that's your favorite move
Tough guy, your shit is going out
Box me out with your fat ass
Throw me around like a bounce pass
You've got a tombstone hanging over your dick
Cause a minor earthquake when you throw a moving pick
Tough guy, you think you're like the Shaq
Keep running around, you'll catch a heart attack
Tough guy, what are you giving me?
The way you're playing ball, you'll stop me from living, B
Tough guy, tough guy
Tough guy, you're shit is weak
Tough guy, you fucking freak
Tough guy, I'll stick your shit
Tough guy
Boom, yeah, the world mash up
Well, things get hectic quick
From the
satellite dish
to your joy stick
It's the night of the living cable box
Wires coming up from around the block
Remote control to change the station
But that won't change your situation
Have you seen what I mean
I'm the little gnome that's in your dreams
So I say this rhyme built by design
To take you beyond space and time
Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal
The man pushing buttons on remote control
Re-mote, control
Remote control
Until your back's up against the wall
You never know yourself that much at all
So you've got to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People misled by their own illusion
All this action, no satisfaction
We're all linked together like a chain reaction
Play or fold, love is bold
What is the future that will unfold?
Some like it hot
, others like it cold
But we all want to hold the remote control
Re-mote, control
Re-mote, control
Re-mote, control
Re-mote, control
Things get hectic quick
All of a sudden I'm in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensurround
Like a rainy day's Earth it won't sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life, it seems to stall
So never be ungrateful y'all
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like Don King, I've got the crazy hair do
We've got cameras on Mars on space patrol
Controlled on Earth by remote control
I don't like your attitude, boy
What makes you feel
And why you gotta be
Like you got the right
To look her up and down?
What makes this world
So sick and evil?
I, I don't know
What makes you feel
Like you've got whip appeal?
Who made you the judge and jury?
Ain't you never heard of privacy?
What makes this world
So sick and evil?
You figure it out
You figure it out
You figure it out
Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini
Bonafide household name like Sergio Tacchini
"Wasn't we here back on Raising Hell?"
Or running wild like rats in the Taco Bell
On the mic I spit, the match it's lit
Mike Dino, the Jewish Brad Pitt
Making music for librarians to burly jocks
The rapper Mike D, known for my curly locks
Yeah, aww yeah
A little bit of claps, a soul clap
And I'ma get my shit together boy
Aww yeah! Gonna, gonna, gonna, aww yeah
Gonna get it together
Everybody, gonna get it together
Can you, can you hear me one time? Fo' yo' mind
Aww yeah 
Okay, that's it for the night, folks
It's good to hear y'all out there
Come back next week
We'll have some sheets for ya
Remember on your way home
If you're drivin', don't drink
And if you drink, don't drive
What skills money money
What skills makin' ah money money
What skills makin' makin' makin' money
What skills makin' makin' money
What skills ya'll gotta' pay the bills
I got skills y'all to pay the bills
I got skills ya'll
I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all..
My skills to pay the bills..
Mario C, ya he's paid the bills
Mike D, y'all, you know I pay the bills
And AdRock, yeah, let's pay the bills
Yeah, that's right!
It's time, to set the record straight
Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell that can see
I said ain't nobody got to pay that can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Time for livin', time for givin'
Check this out
Ain't nobody got to spell it for me
I said ain't nobody got to yell that can see
I said ain't nobody got to pay that can hear
But if I have to I'll yell in your ear
Soul fire, soul fire
And we ain't got no water
We don't got no water
Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for makin' up a monster to sell
Time for livin', time for givin'
No time for makin' up a monster to sell
Our evening began
In Peter Sichel's comfortable study
In his New York townhouse
Where the candlelight was just right
The hi-fi was in the background
And the wine, was delicious
 What's the secret, Peter?
 Naturally, I'll say it's the wine
 Mmmm, it does go well with the chicken!
Delicious again, Peter
Oh word?
What the phone booth, word to hair mouse
You're on the corner and you're selling a hog's tooth
Don't mean to dis but I've got to point out
The hogs tooth belong inside the hog's mouth
Like Ernest Shackleton said to Ord Lees
I'll have dog pemmican with my tea
Now pass me the wok cause I'm cookin'
The names MCA, made in Downtown Brooklyn
Oh word?
Yo, what the doofus, say good night
You're Snidely Whiplash, I'm Dudley Do-you-right
Times are off the hinges, leave your 2-way at the door
We're all up the creek, a long way from shore
I'm not walking around, looking to get you cake
The D is for Diamonds, not for Drakes
This is not a fantasy and I'm not Mr. O'Rourke
The name's Mike D, made in New York
Oh word?
Whoahhh-ohhh
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, get off my back 
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, get off my back
What in the fuck is hap-pen-ning?
Funky boss, funky boss, funky boss, funky boss
Funky boss, funky boss, funky bald-ass boss
Yeah, that's right
Funky bald motherfuckers!
'Cause everywhere gonna be nowhere
Stand together 
It's about time 
Stand together 
I said it's about time , come on
Stand together 
I said it's about time 
I think we should stand together
One, two, three...
The Beatsie Boys
They are, they comin' home
They comin' home
Oh, they comin' home
To all their fans, they are, they comin' home
They're comin' home, oh, they're comin' home
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Lungs full of tar And a stomach full of Spam
Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man
Time to change your ways, Heart Attack Man
Oh, what do we know about partying or anything else?
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Everybody get down huh
Huh huh huh huh, Shazam!
I'm gonna' tell on you!
Mmmm Yeah
A butterfly floats on the breeze of a sun lit day
As I feel this reality gently fade away
Riding on a thought to see where it's from
Gliding through a memory of a time yet to come
Smoke paints the air
Swirling images through my mind
Like a whirlpool spin beginning to unwind
And I stand at the edge, cautiously awaiting
As time slips by
Carefully navigating by the stars in the sky
And I sit
And I think to myself
And on the horizon, the sun light begins to climb
And it seems like it's been so long since he shined
But I'm sure it was only yesterday
A cold chill of fear cut through me
I felt my heart contract
To my mind I brought the image of light
And I expanded out of it
My fear was just a shadow
And then a voice spoke in my head
And she said, Dark is not the opposite of light
It's the absence of light
And I thought to myself
She knows what she's talking about
And for a moment I knew what it was all about
Well, it's about time, it's about time
It's about time, it's about time, it's about time
Schematics, blueprints and microfilm
Calibrate your sonar when I'm in your realm
Cause you know we're getting scarier and scarier
And this extends beyond the
Tri-State Area
Omnipresent and omnipotent
My rhymes are whales and yours are rodents
This means huge compared to very small
You look a little chilly, can I get you a shawl?
Cause these rhymes are
two hundred proof
They're like anvils lined up on a roof
Waiting to drop on your corny melon
Cause were not buying what you're selling
First you want to battle then you start to whine
You're looking hungry, it must be snack time
So run home where you feel safe
But don't sleep, Cochese
I'm in your crawl space
Yo, yo, yo!
Yo, yo, yo!
Beastie Boys rock!
Beastie Boys
I.N.R.I.
Production that takes over France
With voo-doo dance and science arts
Science machine and science dream
This is a living dream from the Beastly Brothers
And the Beastly Boys with their beastly toys
To give you some beastly joys
So put on your beastly drawers
And show me a beastly pose
Hahahaha...
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or...
I don't beg from no rich man
And I don't scream and kick
When his shit don't fall in my hands, man
Cause I know how to steal
Fertilize another against my lover's will
I lick the opposition cause she don't take no pill
Ooh, ooh, ooh no, dear
You'll be keeping my legend alive
I push my seed in her bush for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushing it right
If Mary drop my baby girl tonight
I would name her "Rock-n-roll"
Oh, break it down, break it down, down for me
I push my seed somewhere deep in her chest
I push it naked cause I've taken my test
Deliver it Mary: it don't matter the sex
I'm gonna name it "Rock-N-Roll"
I push my seed in her bush for life
It's gonna work because I'm pushing it right
If Mary drop my baby girl tonight
I would name her "Rock-n-roll"
I would name her "Rock-n-roll"
I would name her "Rock-n-roll", yeah
I would name it "Rock-n-roll"
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
No, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
I said I'm not throwin' away my shot
No, I'm not throwin' away my shot
Ayo, I'm just like my country
I'm young, scrappy, and hungry
And I'm not throwin' away my shot
It's time to take a shot
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
I did it all for the money, Lord, it's what it seems
Well in the world of night terrors, it's hard to dream
They holl'in', "Cash rules everything," just call it cream
'Cause when it rises to the top, you get the finer things
Ocean fronts, rolling blunts with model chickens
Saying grace over lobster and steak
Like, please forgive us for riding Benzes with camera plates
Too busy looking backwards for jackers to pump my brakes
For help signs to symbolize the lives that hunger takes
Addicted to the green; if I don't ball, I get the shakes
I'd give it all for a peace of mind, for Heaven's sakes
My heart's so heavy that the ropes that hold my casket breaks
'Cause everything that wasn't for me, I had to chase
I had to take, I had to take
They told me that the ends
Won't justify the means
And they told me at the end
It won't justify the dreams
That I've had since a child
Maybe I'll throw in the towel
Make my , make my 
Departure from the world
Tryna control the fits of panic
Unwritten and unraveled, it's the dead man's pedantic
Whatever—see, it's really just a matter of semantics
When everybody's fresh out of collateral to damage
And my splaying got me praying like a mantis
I begin to vanish, feel the pull of the blank canvas
I'm contemplating that special dedication
To whoever it concern, my letter of resignation
Fading back to black, my dark coronation
The heat of the day, the long robe of muerte
That soul is in the atmosphere like airplay
If there's a Heaven, I can't find the stairway
They told me that the ends
Won't justify the means
And they told me at the end
It won't justify the dreams
That I've had since a child
Maybe I'll throw in the towel
Make my , make my 
Departure from the world
We’re all on a journey
Down the hall of memories
Don’t worry bout what you ain’t got
Leave with a little bit of dignity
Never loved what I had
Always felt like I deserved more
But when I make it to the other side 
That’s when we’ll settle up the score
Score, score, score, score, score
Score, score, score, score
Score, score, score, score
Score, score, score...
Like when autumn leaves
Fall down from the trees
There goes my honeybee
I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams
And I do not miss them yet
I wouldn’t wish them on the worst of enemies
Let them burn, go from here
Like when autumn leaves
To catch a thief, who stole the soul I prayed to keep
Insomniac, bad dreams got me losing sleep
I’m dead tired, my mind playing tricks, deceit
A face in the glass, unable to admit defeat
All that I am, all that I was is history
The past unraveled, adding insult to this injury
I’m fighting the battle for the soul of the century
Destiny is everything that I pretend to be
Look, and what I did came back to me eventually
The music played on and told me I was meant to be awake
It’s unresolved like everything I had at stake
Illegal activity controls my Black symphony
Orchestrated like it happened incidentally
Oh, there I go, from a man to a memory
Damn, I wonder if my fam will remember me
I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams
And I do not miss them yet
I wouldn’t wish them on the worst of enemies
Let them burn, go from here
Like when autumn leaves
Ohhhh
The fire, inside you
The fire, inside you
The fire, inside you
Livin' the life of limos and lights
Airplanes and trains, short days and long nights
Keyboards and mics, bass chords and drum kicks
And my mental thick, they hit my head like brick
As I embark on a mission, welcomin' to the dark
When I first spark the art's when the listenin' start
Open your head wide, and let the Thought inside
My style fortified by all of Philadelph-i
My delph more stealth than all the wicked wealth-y
Mentality undetectable by the naked eye
Then I get paid when the record is played
To put it short,
"I want it made" like Ed
, 'nuff said
Then after that, I'm puttin' on my cousin Hamed
We let the ladies blend with the dark-skinned thoroughbred
And discover, my level is that of no other
And Roots crew reign official and true while I'm continuin' to
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
Never do what they do, what they do, what they do
I was always late for the bus
Just once, can I be on time?
Then I start to think, "What’s the rush?"
Who wants to be on time?
Feeling unlucky
And if I ever got lucky, it was one time
In this crazy world
Yeah, outside where the killers and the dealers swarm
And inside, they dressed up like it’s a telethon
Black tie affair, but they holding heavy arms
Straight cash with a stash in the cummerbund
More Bacardi, yeah, the bastards of the party home
Riots erupting around and still we party on
Been a quantum leap to a king from a pawn
But it was destined, the conclusion was foregone
Serenade of the former slave promenade
'Cause them long days in the sun have now become shade
So we doing high speeds in the narrow lane
Say "Cheese," freefalling from the aeroplane
Another feather in the cap
For all the years that we spent in luxury's lap without looking back
'Cause memories could sting like a hornet
Damn, it felt good to see people up on it
Come get your kool on
Stars are made to shine
Come get your kool on
Stars are made to shine
Come get your kool on
Stars are made to shine
Come get your kool on
Stars are made to shine, stars are made to shine
When the saint on the ground with his nine on line
With the niggers who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here. and don’t say nuthin'
Just give it here, give it here and don’t say nuthin'
When the team on the set with the guns gone clap
Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, and don't say nuthin
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin
I live in a trap where things go crack
Wake up in the box with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feelin' he ain’t never coming back
So I got an angel that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins, but nobody cares
They just want blood when the people cheer
If you can‘t swiz-zim, then you're bound to driz-zown
Passing out life jackets, 'bout to go di-down
Get down with the captain, or go down with the ship
Before the dark abyss, I’ma hit you with this
Now, if you can‘t swiz-zim, then you're bound to driz-zown
Passing out life jackets, 'bout to go di-down
Get down with the captain, or go down with the ship
Before the dark abyss, I’ma hit you with... this
I remember
Can you remember
How it was? I do
Remember, do you?
I remember
Can you remember
How it was? I do
Remember, do you?
It’s only human to express the way you really feel
But that same humanity is my Achilles’ heel
A leopard can’t change its spots, and never will
So I’m forever ill
, now, I can never chill
What’s keeping me from breaking out, like Benadryl
When my baptism of fire resulted in a kill
Sometimes, it’s as cut-and-dry as a business deal
You gotta cause the blood of a close friend to spill
But you remember still
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way
My way
My way
Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
Some think life is a living hell
Some live life just living well
I live life tryna tip the scale my way
My way
My way
When I look into the mirror and see my own image
It feel like there's something else far in the distance
Something I wanna see, but something that's resistant
And every day, the haunting is growing more persistent
I never noticed it before, but now I can't miss it
And the constant pounding's driving me ballistic
I ran from it for years, but it's still next to me
And it's growing stronger, taking even less of me
I can't fight it now, I know it's just destiny
And I just wonder what's gon' happen when it catches me
Will it leave me face down in the Chesapeake?
Or will it just start bringing out the best in me?
But is the best in me really just the worst in me?
And if so, yesterday could be my anniversary
In sinner's court, sip port and have church with me
I'm trying to get rid of these ghosts that's cursing me
I'm feeling change is an absolute certainty
Cause what's going on is a state of emergency
Everything's changing around me
And I want to change too
It's one thing I know
It ain't cool being no fool
I feel different today
I don't know what else to say
But I'ma get my shit together
It's now or never
It's now or never
"It’s about flesh and blood
It’s about a heart beat that beats strong
It’s about a passion that is unyielding
And I want you men to know today
It is your time
It is your hour, it is your moment
Go take it!"
Yeah, speaking of "Pieces of a Man"
Staring at a future in the creases of my hand
It reads like a final letter I’m leaving for my fam
But it’s written in language they will never understand
A late repentant, never deviating from a plan
I drive by, headed for the Valley of the Damned
The wheels spin, I’m looking for a sacrificial lamb
Then roll tactics like a soldier out in the Sudan
Listen: Was this a matter of flesh and blood? Yes, it was
Does it matter who win and lose? Yes, it does
It ain’t about the most blessed love
When you return to the essence, what is it back to the essence of?
Greatness, I wasn't in the presence of
'Cause you was fake and never measured up
You just a nigga on his regular, but how far am I ahead of you?
It just as easily could've been me instead of you
"We gon' fight 'til we can’t fight no more
And when we can’t fight no more
We gon' lie down and bleed a while
We gon’ get up, and fight some more
And I want you say it with me
Repeat it after me when I say it:
'We gon’ fight!'"
Fuck getting fucked, Immaculate Conception
Now, "What’s beef?" ain’t even a question
Calico kisses, cold blood, and crime tape
Flirt with death, every night is a blind date
One-night stand, payback's a bitch
Shit have you skinny-dipping in a pool of your piss
Blood, sweat, and tears, broken teeth and spit
Put the barrel in your mouth, blow the Devil a kiss
Put the knife in your back, cut down to the red meat
Daddy should’ve let me be a stain on the bedsheets
I’m one shot short of a Molotov cocktail
Kick in the door like, "Welcome to my world"
I’m an evil genius when it comes to this dumb shit
Half of the time, I'ma keep it one hundred
Don’t play chicken when I’m driving 'em crazy
Get hit in the wing, thigh, breast or drumstick
We like 
Out on the streets , where I grew up
How I got over
First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck
How I got over
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Yo, somebody, somewhere
Someone has to care
Man, somebody's gotta care
And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation, we ain't tryna go nowhere
Out here in these streets, we're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own
Living life in these hard streets, where it's like they lost they mind
Is there anyway to find? Are we running out of time out here?
Listen...
Hey—who's worrying 'bout you, babe?
When you wilding out?
Running around in these streets?
Out on the streets , where I grew up
How I got over
First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck
How I got over
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Yo, somebody, somewhere, man
Someone has to—
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to—
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to—
Out on the streets, where I grew up
First thing they teach you is not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can't get you nowhere
Someone has to care
Yo, you go
Hey, you listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
You listeners, stop what you're doin' and
Set it in motion, it's the next movement
Word up, we got the hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
The hot-hot music, the hot music
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
It's like, word up, and it sounds nice
Hip-Hop, you the love of my life, what
Bout to take you to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the, yo
Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
I'm bout to take you to the top love
Hip-hop, word up, to the top 
Hip-hop, check it out
It's like that, what
And it sounds alright
Hey, cause you the love of my life
I'm bout to take you to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the, check it out
What, yeah and it sounds so nice
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
Bout to take you to the top love
Hip-hop, hip-hop to the top  hip-hop 
Fifth Dynamite, and it sounds alright
Hey, cause you the love of my life
I'm bout to take you to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the
To the to the to the to the, check it out, yo
Ye-yeh-yo, yo, and it sounds so nice
Hip-Hop, you the love of my life
We bout to take you to the top love
Hip-hop, hip-hop
To the top, to the top
Hip-hop, hip-hop
Check it out, it's like, yeah, and it's sounds alright
Hip-hop, you the love of my life
We bout, take it to the to the to the
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes, it's so hard to believe in
Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone
I always been on my own
Ever since the day I was born
So I don't mind walking alone
Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone
I always been on my own
Ever since the day I was born
So I don't mind walking alone
I'm coming to break you off 
I'm coming to break you off 
I'm coming to break you off 
Yeah Baby
Frozen in time, I can't let it go
Nat Cole, Unforgettable
The pedestal I'm on, I'mma end up on the Federal
Reserve note your money with a hip hop quote
I might change legislation with some shit that I wrote
From boats that we came on to lights with our name on
Through hard times, we spark minds to keep the flame on
I write hard rhymes like I'm running out of time
Truthfully, my stopwatch​ is one with the divine
Centuries from now, they'll play my freestyle
And say, this is the brilliance of a Black American child
Endowed by the streets, and the
Chi
proud
Known to move in silence, but can be loud
The noise of beat girls and boys
Building to destroy the perception of urban aggression
My life is a progression of chords, wrote the oppressors
A chorus, my story is the glory of the Lord
Who lives 
And who dies 
Who holds on to all our lives?
Time and time and time again
Will they tell your story in the end?
The Hamilton Mixtape
The Hamilton Mixtape
You ever seen a painting by John Trumbull?
Founding fathers in a line, looking all humble
Patiently waiting to sign a declaration and start a nation
No sign of disagreement, not one grumble
The reality is messier and richer, kids
The reality is not a pretty picture, kids
Every cabinet meeting is like a full-on rumble
What you're about to witness is no John Trumbull
The Hamilton Mixtape
The Hamilton Mixtape
The Hamilton Mixtape
The Hamilton Mixtape
The Hamilton Mixtape
The Hamilton Mixtape
Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about to go down
Yo Tariq  How your microphone sound?
 Well aight, show 'em what it's about
We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget
We double  bubble  bubble, bubblin' hot
We go blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow
Either stand tall or sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Went from Do You Want More?!??!! to what you want now?
Yo Tariq  Well how your microphone sound?
 Well aight, show 'em what it's about
We got to blow up the spot because they must have forget
We double  bubble  bubble, bubblin' hot
Say here's a little story that must be told
About two young brothers who got so much soul
They taking total control, of the body and brain
Flying high in the sky on a lyrical plane
It's just
two bad brothers
who will never quit
Mos Def and Tariq from the 2-1-5th
They rock beginning to end, on a spiritual blend
And everybody who forgot then baby tell 'em again
It's just me and Tariq, with Ahmir on the beat
The Roots crew baby, yo, we got to make it unique
We got the soul-shockinest, body-rockinest
Non-stoppinest, Fortified Live survive the apocalypse
Rhymes we say, the perfect blend
Because we know how to rock when the beat come in
Like
zen-zen-zen-zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen, ZEN zen ZEN zen
Here we go, here we, here we, here we go
Zen zen-zen, ZEN zen zen ZEN zen zen
Zen zen, ZEN zen zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Let the poppers pop, and the breakers break
Then zen-zen-zen-zen-zen
Zen-zen-zen-zen-zen, zen-zen, zen-zen
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Zen zen, ZEN zen, zen-zen zen-zen
Zen zen zen zen zen zen zen
And these are the zen zen zen zen
Holy, sugar, honey ice tea
I guess that's a prayer for a player like me
In my church clothes, breaking buds on the Bible
The sweet temptation of my granddaddy's rifle
Got me thinking 'bout doing a jihad with these guys
Who only true religion look better than Levi's
Who baptize glasses with beers and blood stain
You preaching to the choir, that praise the drug game
Hallelujah
,
'til the cops cuff me in the back of a cruiser
Or the fire truck wash my soul down the sewer
I count my blessings
And blow it on a nun to resurrect my erection
I pray, I pray all dogs go to Heaven
Or to a new hell with a Wi-Fi connection
So I can pay for my sins on PayPal
Or own a holy ghost, a greyhound
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shaking his head, say "He'll never understand"
People ask for God, 'til the day he comes
See God's face, turn around and run
God sees the face, of a man
Shakes his head then he says, "Man'll never understand"
Check it out, yo
Check it out, yo
Check it out, yo
Yo, yo, Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical clique, 100% dundee
Malik B., I represent the P-phi-D
Guerilla clique, 100% dundee
Black Thought, I represent the Fifth Dynasty
Lyrical clique, 100% dundee
Malik B., I represent the P-phi-D
Guerilla clique, 100% dundee
Street dreams, close your eyes
Say goodbye to my memory
Street dreams, this is the moment
The moment that feels like forever
This is the end, to where I began
And it feels like forever
They say time flies
Down from the sky, and says never 
I look down 
All I see is never 
And all I know, is all I know
I woke with a tear drop
All I know, it's all I know
I woke with a tear drop
All I know, it's all I know
It's all I know, all I know 
Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy
Touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
C'mon, touch this Illa-Fifth dynamite
Wake up, everybody
Wake up, everybody
Need a little help, y'all
Yes I do, need a little help
Need a little help, y'all ay
Wake up everybody
Wake up everybody
Wake up everybody
M-Ill-itant, lyrically hostile, Bad Lieutenant
Check it out, foul style, check it out
We settin' it from Southside, pushin' this up North
From Illadelphian reps, to fly points across the map
Bring it back to Respond/React
Then bring it back to Respond/React to this
Yo, mountain high and valley low and river wide and tunnel deep
I have traveled chasing demons, screaming "All I find I keep"
If you don't pay like you weigh, alright, okay, that's fine with me
I'ma display my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep
Ain't nobody tell you clowns to speak, I'ma AK you down the street
Draw that pump that's built for the riots, see how quiet y'all can keep
Ain't no wilding, it ain't no problem, ain't no question, it ain't no beef
Cut that check then things are sweet,
I'ma go buy some diamond teeth
I'll be damned if my setback gon' help you get back on your feet
No surrender, no retreat
,
nigga we out here tryna eat
Hashtag, diamond dog tag, money bag, nice swag
Pockets need an ice bag
,
toe tag, body bag
Niggas lose their lives sad
, rockets in their flight path
Breaking bad, making bad
,
choices out here, thinking fast
Smoking wet and drinking bad, soaking wet and sinking fast
Shoot them niggas making cash, stick them niggas, take their stash
The law of gravity meets, the law of averages
Ain't no sense in attempting to civilize savages
Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment
I'm a nigga, other niggas pale in comparison
We out in Paris yet but still a nigga perishing
No idea how much time's left, fuck tryna cherish it
A life in times unchecked, now that's American
Inherit the wind, pressure in everything
The world ain’t ready for someone like me
When life is sex, drugs, drama and I’m hooked on all three
I’d rather OD than be the next OG
That's fraudin' for a whore that already chose me
One man revolution, that’s supportin prostitution
I’m tryna pimp the game, where balling don’t mean hooping
And ridin' don't mean cruisin', it mean keep your bitch ass movin'
If you ain’t built for bruising, redrum ain’t in your blueprint
In a jungle made of concrete, every animal Jumanji
On Eazy-E and PCP, ass cash or EBT
How you monetize pigeons on a power line?
On the road to the riches, every dude's a dollar sign
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, long as all the smoke is mine
And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns
And I heard that death is calling, money’s on the other line
The last episode of Good Times is my life
It's a phrase they say in the streets
When the young players meet: "Get rich or die trying"
But the funny thing about that phrase to me
Is that these little niggas be lying
Cause don’t nobody wanna die
But everybody tryna get rich though
But the fucked up thing about that
These lil' niggas, they don’t how to get rich so
I still run with those angels
Man, I still peep all those angles
Speaking with guns, speaking in tongues
Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish
Riding them trains, stashing them chains, bangles
Yeah, I played all those games though
My tag on the wall, you niggas look up
You can still see my name yo
How did I end up where I’m at? It’s kind of hard to explain yo
I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol
I remember all I wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans
To impress that bitch, then I got that bitch
Now all I want from her’s an abortion
My mind filled with distortion
, my eyelids say caution
Yeah I sold crack to get my soul back, they say it’s gon cost a fortune
And I wonder if Allah take debit, cause a nigga got real bad credit
If not, I ain’t got a whole lot so a nigga like me just can forget it, ha!
Uh, yeah,
Sunday morning, plan my day out
Whole new blueprint, brand new layout
Deep down still don't know if it'll play out
But for the first time, feel like I done found a way out
Skin getting clearer and it feel like I lost weight
Stop and say a prayer for the times I lost faith
Troubles of the world had me in a cross-face
Chicken-wing, sickening, living so off-base
But now it's like I'm in the last lap of the car chase
And I finally understand my right to choose
My preacher man told me it could always be worse
Even the three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose
So you can stop and refresh the rules
Breathe in, breathe out, let it heal all your exit wounds
Something inside said that's the move
And maybe today I'll restart fresh and new
When I wake up, I look into the mirror
I can see a clearer, vision, I should start living today
Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Cause today is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Is gonna be the day, is gonna be the day
Is gonna be the day
Just a little bit more
We got Tariq up?
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas
With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste weird niggas
And erase scared niggas, them snake-head niggas
That take care of niggas who don't break bread with us
Niggas make dead niggas, and hate Black niggas
Brown niggas, high yellow niggas and them red niggas
No tellin' when the bullet comin', be prepared, niggas
'Cause when it do, it's coming land, sea and air, niggas
That's everywhere, niggas
Am I the motherfuckin' legendary? Yeah, niggas
Make it very clear, niggas
Been looking at y'all in my rearview mirror, niggas
Wanna be a millionaire, I'm already there, niggas
I'm a debonaire nigga, a bear taking more than my share
Looky here, yeah, I know it ain't fair, nigga
Neither is a bald eagle with a hair trigger
Haystack—try to find a needle up in there, nigga
Leave you up in there, nigga
Show me the puppet that don't need a puppeteer, nigga
Shed another tear, nigga
I'm in the field with a shield and a spear, nigga
I'm in your girl with her heels in the air, nigga
I am such a rare nigga
You in a battle telling me you not ready
Like you figured I'ma bear with you
I don't care, nigga
You now listening to the sounds of the Money Making Jam Trillionaires, nigga
Gentlemen of an extraordinary league
You never see me blowing on no ordinary weed
What I'm smoking ain't a product of no ordinary seed
Your boy is heavy tree'd
I'm feeling merry as a Tyler Perry scene
That monetary gangrene
We tried to launder the cash and never came clean
So now, I'm in the story with all the cats before me
And smoke purgatory for doing the same thing
And them niggas ain't change, them niggas can't change
Their moms shake they heads, say, "It's such a dang shame"
The train to the bus then another dang plane
My stage and my government ain't the same name
I'm a rockstar, love it that my wallet chain hang
I'm a modern day saint, I'm a modern day Kane
My definition, I can finally explain
Cold smooth like that dude Sean Connery was playing
I just gotta be the man, I'm the father figure and
When I spit, it's something like a psychology exam
If you stand where I stood, you could probably understand
How that mic feeling like a million dollars in my hand
It's the silence of the lamb, go and cop another gram
And twist with your Xanny, Percocet, Percodan
What's your networking plan? You better look alive
'Cause them niggas outside looking desperate again, nigga
And the blunts and liquor killing our lungs and liver
The asthmatic drug addict, I function with it
I put a rapper in a hole where the dust will sit
For spitting played out patterns that once was hittin'
I got news for you all, let me show you how to ball
See the legendary fall, I ain't heard of that
Y'all niggas is off the wall like Arsenio Hall
I'ma put you right back where the dirt is at
450 Fahrenheit on the thermostat
Somebody starvin' like a white girl
, Bernadette
But she not a earner yet
She couldn't put in no work for Nat Burner yet
The black microphone murder vet, I'm in a class of my own
If I got beef with you, you the last one to know
I arrive on time, I'm never fashionable
You late, I'm already internationable
I done twirled in Berlin, banged in Beijing
You never seen nothing, can't say the same thing
Tell somebody "Black Thought," yeah, you know the name ring
So give him the game ring for bringing what them niggas can't bring
My hustle is long, my muscle is strong
My man put the paper in the duffle, I'm gone
Y'all still a lightyear from the level I'm on
Just a pawn stepping right into the head of the storm
You been warned, I will blow y'all niggas and disintegrate
I'm a rebel, renegade, must stay paid
They used to talk shit, but I'mma quiet them
Kick in the door wit' my boys, get to riotin'
First nigga that flinch, I'mma fire him
Tape him up, grip his hands, and plier them
Know the bricks is in here, where you hidin' 'em?
Don't die in the shit that you lyin' in
I used to get fronted bricks, now I'm buyin' 'em
Used to cop off my man, now I'm supplyin' him
Paid the front row seat watchin' Iverson
First class aircrafts what I'm flyin' in
To L.A., Shaq, Eddie, Kobe Bryant and them
Save the jokes for Chris Tucker, Richard Pryor and them
Used to shotgun in cars, now I'm drivin' them
Used to hustle 'round bars, y'all was robbin' 'em
Ran up in y'all spot wit' Rob and them
Grew up, two-four, wit' Pie and them
But do my dirt, 21st, wit' Kyle and them
Nigga Pop, nigga Buzz, little Mark and 'em
Brother news, nigga schooled Marley Park and 'em
Nigga jump, pull a pump, low sparkin' 'em
I know shit right now gettin' dark to them
Tore they body all up, ain't no chalkin' 'em
Too sharp for them, move out in the dark on 'em
These Illadelph foul streets what I'm stompin' in
Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain
Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen
Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain
Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline
Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain
Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen
Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain
Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline
Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain
Once again, 'gain, 'gain, ladies and gentlemen
Once again, 'gain, once again, 'gain
Once again, 'gain, 'gain, yo, Adrenaline
People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat da—
Everybody!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da dat dat da ya da!
Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da
Da da da dat dat da ya da!
Nothin' new, nothin' new, y'all not sayin' nothin' new
Represent the legendary Fifth Dynasty crew
Roots crew comin' through, tell me what you could do
One-two, one-two, yo, we lookin' for you
One-two, nothin' new, y'all not sayin' nothin' new
Represent the Fifty Dynasty crew
Check it out, what? Well, one-two, one-two, one-two
Knahmsayin', yo? It's nothin' new
Nothin' new, nothin' new, y'all not sayin' nothin' new
Represent the legendary, Fifth Dynasty crew
Roots crew, tell me what you could do
You lookin' for me, we're lookin' for, one-two, one-two
Ha hah hah! Y'all ain't sayin' nothin' new
O-o-one-two, one-two
Represent the legendary Fifth, knahmsayin'?
Blowin' your vent, yo, content, yo, it's like that
Uh huh
Uh
And it weighs a ton
'Riq Geez motherfuckers I'm a son of a gun
Black master of any trade under the sun
Talk sharp like a razor blade under the tongue
Clear my path and come get your captain hung
Trying to breathe like Black'll collapse your lungs
Young chump you could choke off the web I spun
I done cleared 'em out from the threat I brung
You done heard about what set I'm from
My nigga, word of mouth little rule-a-thumb
Y'all better bow down when the ruler come
I'm a real hood nigga not a hood-a-lum
The way Thought put it down be confusin' some of y'all
Cats can't walk while chewin' your gum 'n all
What a keyboard got to do with a drum and all
School 'em on stage like I'm doin' a seminar
Professional type, I'm adjustin' my mic
Go to war kid I'll give you any weapon you like
Give you something to run from, bust off your dum-dums
Stop kid, that hot shit you know where it come from
It's Philly world-wide phenomenon
And reinforcin' that shit is my 9-to-5
And when I finish making you recognize
I'm getin' at a couple civilized women that's tryin' to ride
You been waitin' on the boul to come off to all
You wanna get the bitches up off the wall
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
To keep you in health, this for all of y'all
I'm quick on the draw like Black McGraw
And I can't tell what y'all cats rappin' for
My name 'riq Geez and I'm back for more
To get more chips than the corner store
With a portrait of Malcom X on the door
While I'm eatin' MCs like a carnivore
Matter fact, ease back 'fore you get harmed
Ring the warning horn when I'm gon' perform
The first nigga that move, or disturb the goove
I'mma have y'all flicks on the evening news
Play y'all part - get on y'all P's and Q's
And when y'all face Thought, be prepared to lose
Bring money to spend and somebody to lend
And some worthwhile money not twenties and tens
Get took for your tuck right in front of your hens
Who coulda helped you, nigga? not none of ya friends
Because, I put a black fist under ya chin
Have your physical remains found under the pen
If I'm coming up in the place, I'm coming to win
Wasn't in it for a minute, now I'm dumbin' again
'riq Geez, akh, y'all can chat what y'all please
Receive what I'm gonna get back to y'all believe
'cuz you don't really wanna get clapped with all these
My man, you can take y'all strap when y'all leave
You see the squad come in the place, they all freeze
Ice Cold, with his mellow Cool Breeze
MCs never showed loyalty yet
Kool Herc ain't never get a royalty check
I do work, no question, and bomb your set
I'm calm collect, sharp like my name Gillette
RIP my man Gillette until I touch the mic
Y'all people ain't seen danger yet
I'm a decorated vet, I regulate and wreck
Never hesitated yet, I'm gettin' heavy weighted checks
If you would dare ask if I'm dedicated - yes
I spit live rounds that'll penetrate a vest
Nigga, take ya seats I'm a demonstrate a test
How to freak the beats, so gangsta fresh
And it thump, from the east coast to Bangladesh
Big bank Willy Gank smoke the thing to death
But hold tight, cuz it's not over yet
I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet
And it ring like shots in the projects New Year's Eve
And it ain't even October yet
I'm a big bounty hunter like Boba Fett
Y'all more shell shocked then a soldier get
If the prize in my sights then I'm goin' for this
Whoo whoo 'riq Geez be the ultimate
I'm the culprit, give me the bulk of this
'riq set it on the magnetic ultra tip
Get down how you 'posed to get
I got nothing to lose, I'm a killer with no regrets
I'm like young LL, cuz I'm hard as hell
Makin' niggas screw face like Gargamel
Now I'm all out on my own like Patti LaBelle
Put the pimp game down on your mademoiselle
Keep the beat goin'
Keep the beat goin'
Uh!
Uh!
Uh!
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
Step into the realm, you're bound to get caught
And from this worldly life, you'll soon depart
And the radio daze kept us in the dark
And the satellite age brings us to the light
Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite
They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight
And the radio daze
And the radio daze
And the radio daze
The middle of the night we fight like  Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste
Of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme
The middle of the night we fight like  Barbarians in sight of the former might
You might think that it's a waste
Of our time
And I think you would be right
Till he drop that rhyme
It's the R-to the, double-O to the
T-S and, damn, yo, yo
It's the R to the, double-O to the
T-S and, yo
When I strike to excite, I just aim, I never miss
Embrace you with a hug of death, give your ass a slight kiss
Toxic words that spill over pages, for ages
Impacts like M-16's to twelve gauges
The rage is still in me, never actin' too friendly
Scully down creepin' while you tilted off Henny
Many man begin pure, but in this world of sin, you're
Holdin' tight, your morale will be injured
And scramble, because this game life is the gamble
Vandalize your terrain, go against the grain
Invade your brain wit the collision, causin' division
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool-pigeons
Sweep your sector, leavin' you niggas for stool-pigeons
My religion is a way of life, but the trife replays
'Cause niggas actin shiest these days
Wagin' wars, usin' dynamics cause I'ma slam it
You talkin' all this out out your mouth, you satanic
Roam the planet, always takin' bullshit for granted
Just a cool type of cat, but you still can't understand it
You told to sit back, stand still and chill
Niggas bound to clap shots 'cause they all act ill
With a sour-ass taste, smilin' up in your face
I'm like trust, never leavin' no trial or no trace
Disappear wit the wind, prostration shows the discipline
Twenty-five years of my life, I learned to miss 'em and
Peep the structure of a whole empire
Smuggled sealed tai, pack lyrics like Kaya
Verbal messiah, when I cross, I set a fire
Whack an MC for ten thou' 'cause I'm for hire
Take it to the very top
Another track, I'ma do the snare roll
WHOAHHHHH, shucks! My nuc' snuff ducks 
Abruptly I erupt, to destruct, deducts
In wax I like to smack 'em, stroke 'em as I cap 'em
Change my name to Saran or Reynolds then I Wrap 'em
Negroes know we be furrow to my borough
'Cause my ass is so thorough, like Levert Gerald
Too strong to be sterile
So I impregnates the greats 
Bust the Pacino's, I won't trust 'em, even though I lust 'em shapes
Females for retail prices
Twice this nice as with sugars and spices
I won't smirk, 'cause my name's not  Urkel
The voice with the multiple choice, she does a circle
You wanna turn and page your eyes, and try to plagiarize
But I degrade ya, slaughtered ya and slayed ya
Microphones I grip equipped to flip the hypocrites and nit-wits
With tidbit skits,
that ain't *shhh*
It was a curse, but I divide it in half
Gets the airplay, no fair play
, you're feelin' the wrath
Of Malik, ayo, that's tragic, negroes that get dramatic
Because I have the habit to smoke rabbits like a addict
So if you can not rap, I will just slap YOU
If you wants to pick up on your nose
B shows the chrome and then we cap YOU
It's too bad, dem cyan't understand de true check
For my mellow my man
The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my mellow my man
No, no, we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It's like this for my mellow my man
No, no, we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my mellow my man
No, no, we do it like that
This, for my mellow my man
It's like this for my mellow my man
I think it's for my mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, uhh
My mellow my man, right
My mellow my man, my mellow my man
My mellow my man, my mellow my man
For Scott Storch, my mellow my man
Leonard Hubbard on the bass, my mellow my man
Brother ?uestion on the drums, my mellow my man
Gotta end it on the one, my mellow my man
Check it
Send a message to God in Heaven
Tell him, I'm thankful to be alive
Cause you sleep from 11 to 7
And work hard from 9 to 5
Cause can't nobody last forever
And everybody has to die
And everybody needs protection
I pray it don't pass me by
Cause everybody needs an angel
And everybody needs to smile
And everybody has an angle
And everybody wants tomorrow right now
Some say that happiness will never find you
Until you find yourself
Some say that happiness is all around you
It ain't how you measure your wealth
No, I say it's free to be yourself
We all fall short sometimes
It costs nothing
It costs nothing to help sometimes
Cause everybody needs an angel
And everybody needs to smile
And everybody has an angle
And everybody wants tomorrow right now
But everybody needs an angel
And everybody needs to smile
And everybody has an angle
And everybody wants tomorrow right now
And everybody wants tomorrow right now
And everybody wants tomorrow right now
Now... now... now
Death was the cost of...
Returning to Innocence Lost...
Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn
To Mommy's sobs and shakes
Daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past, omitted, and absolved by loss
As they clung to each other
Knowing...
Oh, it ain't fair
It's hard when you're looking for love
But it ain't there
Try to read what tomorrow holds
And it ain't clear
Because the well is running dry
And it ain't fair
No, it ain't there
No, it ain't fair
Looking for justice and it's just us
It ain't fair
There's a riot going on out there
And it ain't fair
When your protector is your predator
It ain't fair
No, it ain't fair
No, it ain't fair
Y'all just gon' turn the other way
No, it ain't fair
Turn a bloody cheek on these bloody streets
It ain't fair
It ain't fair
It ain't fair
No, it ain't fair
No, no
No, no
No, no
No, no
Party people, gather round
What we have here is a brand new sound
Reach for my waist you hit the ground
You better duck when that awful sound goes...
Yeah! Thats what's happening in the parking lot
Thats whats happenin on stage
Ayo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Luther Van
Lyrical contraband, controllin' your command and...
You can't front, I'm comin' with the shots to pump
We got more cuz it's what you want
Thump it in ya section and throughout ya section
In ya area, throughout your whole section, yo
All the way live from 2-1-5, all the way live from the 6-1-0
Gettin' cash, get the gusto
One time, it's the dynasty flow
Runnin' it down the line, it's another
Yeah, you in tune to another ill Fifth Dynasty production, baby
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Uh, remix, rising up out of the flames like a phoenix
Straining to carry the weight of my brain like a genius
Knowing I'm sowing seeds, let's see whose thumb is the greenest
If I said, I mean it, I did it because I need it
Eat, sleep it or bleed it, write it down and then read it
Asphalt to the cement, your trash talk, deleted
I blast off, then lay 'em out like a Tempurpedic
It's Black Thought, for certain I'ma win eventually
This unsung, underrated, under-appreciated
The one them underachievers had underestimated
Finally graduated, I'm one of the most hated
Something that's so sacred, nobody gon' take it
Face it, I keep doin' it well
Doin' it sans assistance, just do it yourself
Doin' it below the radar, we doin' it stealth
Doin' it again for Illadelph, yo, who else?
We gon' do it again!
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
Yeah, ayo, I'm on my job, see my eyes focused where the prize be
Even though they tried to rob me and sabotage the spot
Just like 'Pac when they got him in the lobby
Tried to tax and fine me like Ronald Isley
I's a changed man, ain't no if, and's or probably's
Niggas used to know me, they don't even recognize me
Yep, the P-5-D is who the repertoire be
Doin' it again just like Poitier and Cosby
I'm like Martin Luther King, you like Rodney
The difference is I give it everything inside me
Dear diary, the fans still swear by me
Even though I'm late night now like, "Here's Johnny"
Swimming with them Great Whites now, that's where to find me
Funny how it break right down, but never mind me
Forever grimey, I guess it's just Philly shining
Rock roller,
bipolar like Phyllis Hyman
I keep it doin' it again
Oh, I'm doin' it again
Yes, I'm doin' it again
I said it would end
I shall proceed 
And continue to rock the mic 
I shall proceed 
And continue to rock the mic 
I shall proceed 
And continue to rock the mic 
I shall proceed 
And continue to rock the mic 
Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with
The terror that I stalk with, now it's time to spark shit
Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
Yo, the mouth that I talk with
The terror that I stalk with, now it's time to spark shit
Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
The mouth that I talk with
The terror that I stalk with, now it's time to spark shit
Yo, the feet that I walk with
The ears that I hear with, the eyes that I see with
Yo, the mouth that I talk with
The terror that I stalk with, now it's time to spark shit
This is what it's all about
This is what it's all about
This is what it's all about
This is what it's all about
This is what it's all about
This is what it's all about
This is what it's all about
Ayy, what up, dog?
Yo, this message is for J Dilla
Jay Dee
Dilla live forever
Definitely, man, Dilla changed the game
He started a movement, you know what I'm saying?
Unsung hero, you know what I'm saying?
Y'all gotta give it up, people gotta know about Dilla, 'cause Dilla was like the greatest triple threat of all time
Dilla
A lot of these cats, they know your music, but they don't know your name
The boy was just—
Dilla
The fiercest, he was, he was the potentest
Gave everything the culture deserved
He was the rawest
Genius  sound, and his humbleness is something we'll never forget
Jay was a, a genius
The man is the king
Dilla
There'll never be another like him
Greatest, at least, you know what I'm saying?
Muhammad Ali of beats
Very fortunate to have known this man
He can take any, he can take any, anything, any noise, any instrument, and not—
'Cause I've seen him take these instruments up and not see him train, not play it, just make something great
Some sounds, a song great out of it
This man was truly one of the most brilliant minds to, to ever come across my path
I love you so much, JD, I love you so much
We developed a friendship
He's such a humble, good person, you know?
He's taught me a lot, there were times I wanted to give up, and I just looked at him, how hard he worked and how diligent, it makes me want to go on
I remember being at the house in Detroit and, um, coming down to the basement
Jay Dee touched my soul
J Dilla
Woo
This brother's vision and this brother's passion has shaped what we know as hip-hop
And the hip-hop that we love, not the corny, commercialized, nonsense shit you be hearing on radio
But the real hip-hop music from the soul
Jay Dee is the soundscape for that
Hip-hop lost a great warrior
I'm glad to know that you're in a better place, and you're not suffering anymore
He will be extremely, extremely missed
It's, it's very easy to say he's in a better place, but I personally just want to be selfish enough to say I wish he was still here
You gon' be innovative, always ahead of everybody, you're ahead of us now, you beat us home
Dilla live forever
I know where I'm goin’ even when it's dark
And being led down that road 
You don't see that something’s wrong
Earth's spinnin’ outta control 
Everything's for sale, even souls
Someone get God on the phone
If you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise, and no alibi
So, if you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I did it
Maybe or maybe not, I admit what I committed
Exhibit the truth because I'm livin' proof why
I had no disguise tryin' to vocalize, we got no alibi
Dreams with M16s with infrared beams
Blowing up presidents' cribs with cans of kerosene
Hijack the limousine with a strategic routine
Then blast my enemies, head for the Caribbeans
The militant guerilla camp is ready for war
Lay you on the face-down
Place down your jewels, cash and four-four
When I score, prepare for torture
Fuck around and make your town Warsaw
I'm from Illadel', the land where the killers dwell
My technique is to ambush you, guerilla-style
My instinct is of a killer whale
Bang you up from head to toe
With lyrics I pack like a nine-millimal'
My type subliminal mentality switched to criminal
Importing heroin internash' from Senegal
A soldier takes his stripes from a general
Used the mic of iron or lead, you choose your mineral
This is a game
And I'm your specimen
You've got to let me know, baby
So I can go
I'd have to fake it, I could not make it
You could not—
Yo, I want you all to understand: I come from South Philly
And when I walk the street, it's like a pharmacy
They got all type of shit anybody could get
It go from H to X to loosie cigarettes
For my ghetto legend, known for lil' sheist' running
Copped codeine by the quarts and keep comin'
Dumbing, just embracing the dope, like it's a woman
You burning both sides of the rope and just pulling, tugging
In between Islam and straight thugging
Laying every day around the way and doing nothing
See 'em looking, shaking their head, and start shrugging
If they don't got a man like mine, they got a cousin
Ayo, you better be a true friend to him
Before this shit put an end to him
Or give a pen to him
Or lock him in the studio with a mic
'Cause on the real, it might save his life—keep telling 'em!
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son, you missing out on what's passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But not you and I, my nigga, we got to get
Come on—over, over the water
Come on—over, over the water
Yo, water, come on, water
Ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh
Yo, you need to walk straight, master your high
Son, you missing out on what's passing you by
I done seen the streets suck a lot of cats dry
But not you and I, my nigga, we got to get
Come on—over, over the water
Come on—over, over the water
Yo, water, come on, water
Ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh
I'm in the darkness, heartless, fuck you regardless
Move with hardness, y'all just pressin charges
It's often injury, floss and force my entry
This peninitentiary, knockin' up niggas for centuries
It's elementary like KRS and evidently
Incidents they all stress, I'm lawless
That's my problem, evolve and never solve them
Chill in Harlem, bang you, bring you stardom
You full of boredom, bastard, you been aborted
Bring your neck out, bring the tec' out, absorb it
See you check out, and then step out the orbit
Blow your flesh out 'til I'm fresh out my torment
Street apostle, pop shit, preach the gospel
Still I'm hostile, sippin' a duece when possible
Turn into a monster, grouchy, gimme the Oscar
Hit you like vodka, then screech off in a Mazda
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come"
He said, "Yeah, you better come out with
Your hands up, we got you surrounded"
I'm in the back, changing my outfit
He said, "Blink, we gon' send the hounds in"
I said "Wait, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come
You boys get ready, cause here I come
Here I come, here I come, yo"
Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me
That's the way it is, the way it gotta be
Indeed as I distort, I proceed, indeed
Gettin' hotter than sacks of boom in my room at the Ramada
For tanks in your memory banks to fill up
I provide the static a scratch to match, while you catch the vibe
Most can play high-post, but yo, that don't mean shit
Because my clique will make a motherfucker sick
I flips, redder than pork, comin' to New York to mix
 With the snares and kicks to fix
Rhythmically, you got-ta be, static-y
Magically, I appear, spark a L and drink a beer
With Air Smooth, takin' niggas loot with dice
Then shoot, The Roots, poetic, courageously kinetic
Vagabonds, versatile and various
Trust rap styles
of mine are blunt, pain is in the mind
So I'm fine and five-foot seven, inches in height
My mission to strike mics, enlightenin' tykes
Frightenin' like lightnin'
Fluorescent, incandescent, effervescently
I represent, Foreign Objects and Ill Elements
Very relevant, plus intelligently managin' matter
That's makin' tracks fatter
Revolve around Saturn like rings
And brings swings, when I stings with bass
Then distort up in your face like mace
Bustin' your dreams like gats with loaded magazines
I'm on the rap scene, repellin' fellas like a vaccine
As I, rocks from under, blunderin' I'm not
Lyrically, ya get shot, get caught, so distort with Thought, for real
It's the illest out the Phi, short for Philidelph-iada-fly
Money makin', move fakin', I isn't
Niggas cannot front, I'm poetically exquisite
Wicked, with the visit while you're wonderin', what is it?
Dig it, yo, my mellow, um, what up for the night?
Malik B., get on the mic, get on the mic like that, y'all
And yo, I'm flowin', my part of the song
It's goin', it's goin', it's gone
Now, go get your dictionary and your Pictionary
'Cause much affliction with my diction friction slips and carries
Words and herds like some cattle in the steeple
People, there's no equal, or no sequel
So policies of equalities get abolished
Demolished, distortion of the static's gettin' polished
Urges of splurgin' words will just be merged together
Damn, it's quite clever, however
You never can sound alike, lyrics don't be poundin' like
These, troops, who be's, Roots
Insult ya, mellow by culture, rhythmatic vulture
Approach ya with Magnetic shit that's Ultra
I make MC's dangle like a bangle, strangle from every angle
My lingo jingles
and it jangles under Kangols
Nahhh, them niggas don't wanna tangle
'Cause Roots get loose, negros get juiced like the mango
To be particular, extra-curricular, for pleasure
Measure, in any weather, value more than the treasure
Baby, you're sayin' maybe, then comin' to flex
Now you wonder what's next
:
We don't even come to see our own, man. Listen, Freddy, listen... You know if we had to dep... if we had to depend upon black people to eat, we would starve to death. I mean, you've been out there, you're on the bandstand, you look out into the audience, what do you see? You see Japanese, you see, you see West Germans, you see, you know, Slabobic, anything except our people - it makes no sense. It incenses me that our own people don't realize our own heritage, our own culture, this is our music
:
That's bullshit!
BG: Why?
SH: That's all bullshit. Everything, everything you just said is bullshit... You complaining about... I'm talking about the audience. That's right. The people don't come because you grandiose motherfuckers don't play shit that they like. If you played the shit that they liked, then the people would come. Simple as that
:
Inevitably, hip-hop records are treated as though they are disposable. They are not maximized as product, not to mention as art
Black rock
Yo, what's for breakfast? Same as yesterday
Oh, that's right, cheeseburger and a 40 ounce
Then what's for dinner? Nothing, nigga
But last night I had dreams of a porterhouse
For real, for real, I feel like cattle in a slaughterhouse
But fuck that, roll one up, yo, here's a quarter ounce
It ain't no hydro, but it gets you high though
Them niggas look like cops but what the fuck do I know?
And at the end of this tunnel, it's red and blue lights
Guess you pay the price when you never do right
One thing I know, all I did is wrong
Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong
The only thing in front of me's a bullet in the head
They hoping one day that they find me dead
'Til then I make a place in this world
For me and my baby girl
Yo, the dead drop way until the AM
Mumbo jumbo niggas, onomatopoeian
Call it how I see them, ain't no rhyme or reason
I'm on some different bullshit everyday just like per diem
Out of bandwidth, animal anguish
So love no bitch, die rich is the language
Guilty as sin, depending on a reed shaking in the wind
Just a question never answered out here looking for its end
And at the end of this tunnel, it's red and blue lights
Guess you pay the price when you never do right
One thing I know, all I did is wrong
Maybe there ain't nowhere I belong
The only thing in front of me's a bullet in the head
They hoping one day that they find me dead
'Til then I make a place in this world
For me and my baby girl
And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
And Monday, they predict the storm
Tuesday, they predict the bang
Wednesday, they cover the crash
And I can see it's all about cash
And they got the nerve to hunt down my ass
And treat me like a criminal
It's about marketing the pussy galore
Every time I turn around, there's more pussy galore
Nations going to war for the pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore
Dig it, gang wars, more pussy galore
From the screen to the record store, pussy galore
Either the cash, the raw, or the pussy galore
More pussy galore, more pussy galore
Yo, dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage and scream for more
All I see, pussy galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
Dancin' on the dance floor
Girl, it's you that I adore
Step off stage and scream for more
All I see, pussy galore
Snap my fingers, make you mine
If not, I'll snap a second time
After that, I guarantee
You will be standing next to me
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check
Yo, they all around me, 'round me
On my head, they got a bounty
I'm tryin' to get this bail up, so I can flee your county
Triple-six, come in my mix, flood it with tricks
I'm sharper than rough spoons for icepicks
Niggas price bricks till dawn, if the money is long
Cats who play strong will inhale, then go play bong
You wrong, son, if you thought I wasn't droppin' a ton
Sit and think about the way I wanna tally a sum
Aiyyo, I sneakfully snuck up from behind and got you
From over there in them bushes, I chilled and watched you
Dancin' all jolly as you pussy for them folly
I knock you out wit' one punch
Which mean you been Ali-ed
I float like hovercrafts and sting like vaccinations
When my name's said out loud, you'll lose your concentration
Dice Raw, D-I-C-E R-A-W
You wanna take it, otherwise, fuck you gon' do?
That's what I thought, nada, nothin', kaput, zero
Rough as sandpaper, but still smooth as a tiptoe
Raw's takin' over, baby, don't tell me you ain't know
A lot of kids can rap but you fuckin' with the pros
Nahmsayin'? Y'all know the legendary Roots crew, it's like
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know the rep, we keep the flows in check
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Things don't feel right over here
Lately I ain't been seeing it clear
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
It don't feel right, it don't feel right
Don't feel it, don't feel it, can't feel it no more
Seems to me nowadays things have changed
I don't know if I feel the same
It's the Concerto of The Desperado
R-double-O-T-S, check the flow
If you know like I know, then you know the motto
That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go
It's the Concerto of The Desperado
R-double-O-T-S, check the flow
If you know like I know, then you know the motto
That's all the fraud/fake shit gots to go
]
You feel this shit soon as they throw it on
You feel this joint this shit's your favorite song
You at the dancehall, you got it going on
It's time to show it off, so throw your hands up
Check it out, yo
You feel this joint soon as they throw it on, yo
You feel this joint this shit's your favorite song
You at the dancehall, it's time to show it offyou got it going on
I y'all niggas know what's up
Yeah, you in tune to another episode in my area code
Better believe it
All sorts of episodes in my area code
'Cause it is comin'
Where the blocks explode, where the temperature is cold
It's just an episode in my area code
It's another episode in my area code
You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes
All sorts of episodes in my area code
You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes
Where the blocks explode, ride strapped and unload
I seen it unfold in my area code
It was the year of '84, I was tryin' to get in the mix
The year when niggas rolled with sheepskins,
Cazals
and kicks
Even got the patent-leather Adidas snatched off your feet
Man, that talk is cheap, the crippled can't walk for weeks
The first stoge was rolled to Penn and Teller's
Strolled in the dollar house parties in search for Cinderella
Was just a little man, real bold
Tryin' to act grown and old so that respect'll be shown
A hip-hop, a little bop and the break-dancin'
When niggas wore windbreakers, plot to take lambskins
Remember Zigglers? Uptown, the bottom's not quite the same
St. Charles in South Phil, the Ooh Mob gang
H-R-M Ogontz Ave., Brickyard to Hollow
Niggas was snatchin' Cazals and flippin' pockets for the dallo
You wore your little rope chain in West Oak Lane
And niggas from Logan came to extort, we know the game
You proclaim this gangster bullshit talk
And never even seen your man shot or bodies in chalk
Aggravated assault, another weekend in the precinct
Takin' everybody for a vic, man, that's how we think
Back then, you'd catch a sucker-punch off-guard
Niggas would pull your card, tryin' to walk around all hard
Niggas quick to flip your pockets if you lip-service
When you see fifteen niggas deep with scullys, get nervous
It ain't no tellin' what they could do to you
So, you clutch up, thinkin' and knowin' you gettin' stuck up
In another episode in my area code, episode in my area code
Yeah, you in tune to another episode in my area code
Better believe it
All sorts of episodes in my area code
'Cause it is comin'
Where the blocks explode, where the temperature is cold
It's just an episode in my area code
It's another episode in my area code
You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes
All sorts of episodes in my area code
You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes
Where the blocks explode, ride strapped and unload
I seen it unfold in my area code
Better believe it, 'cause it is comin'
You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes
You won't believe the sight you see before your eyes
Better believe it, 'cause it is comin'
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, lift 'em up high, come on
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, come on
Go all-star, and get down for yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
High, get 'em up high, come on
"Everybody is a star.."
Yo, I control the stadium like the law long arm
Warn, ring the alarm, cause here The Roots come
The funk's all ready for whoever want some
Your album get split like, a lump sum
No doubt, under this influence of
Falcon
Millenium spaceship
,
totally wasted
Schoolly D classic
, though I vocally laced it
Taste this swerve on a regular basis
Servin y'all wherever the place is
Blowin conniseur quality in my competitor's faces
This is without doubt, your lady pass out
This Illa-Fifth Twilight Zone, you ass out
Shout, to my brothers on back route
Whippin the short that's smacked out, dig it
Strump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yet
I sent a verse in the mail like, a death threat
The critically acclaimed composer, stand over
Whichever mute miniscule mic holder
You never knew the real before, yo, I show ya
You need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over
Take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt
Take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt
Take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt
Take heed y'all
Get a little P-5-D y'all
Straight from the town of Philly y'all
But we about to give you what you need y'all, without a doubt
Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
Inclined to rap about facts, I never fake jacks
Shit is real like E packs, forty-fifty-sixes, trims and gimmicks
Couldn't faze the true heartache when I first started
But then few remember this
Anti-Gangsta Bitch, sportin' new jew-als
Plain Jane styles eternal to the naked eye
Derived from mind states of Cold Crush tapes
And beat breaks seduced by means to elevate
Equates my views with the passion
Those matchin' this intellect identify for like minds
Intertwine one thought in unison
The exquisite I exhibit to shine, ah
Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' they mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time
Come on and push up ya lighter, up ya lighter
Up ya lighter 'fore we spark, check it out
Bad Lieutenant, M-Illatant, feel the Fifth guerilla chant
Come through, kill the riffer
Check it out
Dig it, this world is filled with homicides and rape
All the crimes of hate just ain't the size and shape
You can walk down the block and get slumped or knocked
It don't stop, y'all, and it just don't stop
"And we will weaken ourselves for what is really the issue. And then, behind that all lies a very personal, intuitive belief: that I don't think old men ought to promote wars for young men to fight."
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—
If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it
Either that or me and my children are starving and naked
Rather be a criminal pro than to follow The Matrix
Hey, it's me, the monster y'all done created, I been inaugurated
Keep the bright lights out of our faces
You can't shake it; it ain't no way to swallow the hatred
Aim, fire, holler 'bout a dollar, nothing is sacred
We gon' pimp the shit out of nature
Send our troops to get my paper
Tell 'em, "Stay away from them skyscrapers
Ain't long 'fore you get y'all acres"
I'ma show 'em who the glo-bal gangster
Sentence me to four more years, thank you
I'ma make you feel a little bit safer, because it ain't over—
See, that's how we get your fear to control you
But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier
And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again?
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton
Eleven million children are on Ritalin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
Pilgrims, slaves, Indian, Mexican
It looks real fucked up for your next of kin
That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
False media—we don't need it, do we?
False media—we don't need it, do we?
False media—we don't need it, do we?
False media—we don't need it, do we?
 The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out
 The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon
 The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out
 The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, c'mon
Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablets
Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid
Here comes the hot package through your block like traffic
The rock was type graphic, now watch the mic blast it
Shootin' at the stars with emphatic rap static
See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin' back at it
The Lieuten-ant, the eleph-ant, sippin' automatic
Mic rippin' Asiatic, architects out to have it
The turn of the century
The planet's like a penitentiary exaggerated
Niggas is livin' highly medicated
I Used To Love H.E.R., now she violated
Hip-hop holocausts and camps
, old champs are concentrated
They outdated and incarcerated
Loved and appreciated, hated and very debated
For every career created, one's eliminated
And that's the way the balance of Yin and Yang is related, fa' real!
Every block is divine, niggas swing on in a safari
Wild niggas, like I'm high on latari
Some let the block block they mind, if they could see what I see
Get out the city for a sec, be at the places I be
Hey, I'mma be back on the deck
Openin' businesses in places, for you to cash yo' cheque
My neck of the woods ain't all good, ain't all bad
You can live in the 'burbs and still get had
The sad part about it — niggas had houses on the lake
They tryin' to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate
For peace we skate, crackers be rollerbladin' on hate
Call each other "Cuz" 'cause of how we relate
I seen weight turn into Cadillacs with dopeman plates
Through the wind and blow-ups is how niggas communicate
Harmonizin' through beepers and reefer
The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is gettin' cheaper
When you & I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next step or level of the whole concept or
When you & I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next step or level of the whole concept or
When you & I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next step or level of the whole concept or
When you & I verse at war
And your verse at core for what you thought before
Steppin' up into a zone you should never explore
The next step or level of the whole concept or
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain't gone do shit
They don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid
It's all in the music
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block 'til the neighbors call the cops
The cops gone come but they ain't gone do shit
They don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid
It's all in the music
  
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to be something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you want to be high
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to be something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you want to be high
I tell you one lesson I learned
If you want to be something in life
You ain't gonna get it unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh, sometimes before you smile you got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you want to be high
Scrambled eggs
Oh my baby how I love your legs
Not as much as I love scrambled eggs
Oh we should eat some scrambled eggs
Waffle fries
Oh my darling how I love your thighs
Not as much as I love waffle fries
Oh have you tried the waffle fries
They are
So damn good that they should be illegal
They're like
Regular fries but they're shaped like a waffle
Chicken wings...
"Chicken wings? No, no, no... Vegetarian, no chicken wings."
"Oh, I forgot, it was actually..."
Tofu wings
Oh my baby when I hear you sing
All I think about is tofu wings
Oh did you bring the tofu wings
There's a
Place I know where I go for kick-ass wings
We could
Even get a side of onion rings
Scrambled eggs
Oh my baby how I love your legs
Not as much as I love scrambled eggs
Oh let's go get some scrambled eggs
Jam Boy magic, Mr. Get-Busy
You get busy too? Then get with me too, we'll get busy, dig me?
Smooth Remy, tool skinny but hold plenty
.22 long contact, new Bentley
No miles yet, curve backs and cruise and he
Bring it back when you through with it, roger that
Grip tenny, French manies in Vic' panties
Lips candy, dick hard as a fifth of Brandy
Hop in it for 5 minutes then I'm finished
Cause pussy is pleasure but I'm attending my business
Retractable roof, magical coupe disappearing
And reappearing, German engineering this McLaren
Hot jacuzzis, watching movies, Glock and uzis
Shots of Louis, busting cuties popping jeweries
Ooh, Ultramag' MC in a M3
Whole body tatted straight up outta NP
Southside
Northside 
Westside 
Worldwide 
Get busy, get busy
Get busy, get busy
Only the lonely love
Only the sad of soul
Wake and begin their day in the middle of the night
To breakfast on their pride
Where joys and tears just dried
To breakfast with the moon
In the middle of the night
Then to cut once more, my miserly hoard
Of your kisses in this darkness restored
To grasp your absent grace
In desperate embrace
To make your false heart true
Middle of the night
The night
Somebody gotta be there when it gets ugly
Somebody gotta be there when it gets bloody
Somebody gotta get their hands dirty
Yo, it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
Somebody gotta come up with a plan
And be there when the shit hits the fan
I hope y'all out there understand
Look, man, it's a fucked up job, but somebody's gotta do it
*beatbox scratch* You want more, an encore
Do You Want More?!!!??!
And I die here within 
To be reborn again 
And I'm somebody new today
Free of my sins today
Feels like they're washed away
A man with no future
A man with no future
What did the thief say unto the hanging man?
"Here come the hounds, lay your burdens down in advance"
Redemption in the slow grind of chance
My Grandmother's Hands, the Pomp and Circumstance
Free at last, free at last, a different me at last
Scattered like an ash, or history that's passed
Came from nowhere, disappear just as fast
A life out of balance, a touch out of grasp
A time traveler headed to a night catches us
The final stop on the line for all passengers
And I die here within 
To be reborn again 
And I'm somebody new today
Free of my sins today
Feels like they're washed away
A man with no future
A man with no future
And I'm somebody new
Free of my sins today
Feels like they're washed away
A man with no future
A man with no future
They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do
You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you
No one is untouchable, no man is bulletproof
We all must meet our moment of truth
Above the crowds, above the clouds
Where the sounds are original
Infinite skills create miracles
Warrior spiritual
Above the clouds, rainin' down, holdin' it down
Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet
I'm nice like that
It's all good in this business of rap
Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet 
I'm nice like that
It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest
F-f-f-full clip, f-f-f-full clip
Diamonds are forever like family and loyalty
Or real rap songs like "C.R.E.A.M." or "My Melody"
Diamonds are forever like my infinite thought
Like respect in the hood that can't be bought
Diamonds are forever like family and loyalty
Or real rap songs like "C.R.E.A.M." or "My Melody"
Diamonds are forever like my infinite thought
Like respect in the hood that can't be bought
I rock diamonds that cut glass out of window panes
Baldhead Slick blazing tracks when the indo's flame
Rocks that bling, rocks that make them jock my team
Rocks that shine, rocks that keep my hand on my nine
Rocks that blind, make the High Rocks drop down
One of a kind, niggas best jet from the spot when I cock mine
Diamonds are like your man you always call fam
Diamonds are like your grandma you always call ma'am
Diamonds are like having the whole world in your hand
Diamonds are like the shows I ripped with no band
Rockin' your knot, stoppin' your plot
It's me, Baldhead Slick Duke, coppin' your block
For you it's only pain, for me it's only gain
Diamonds are like loyalty, iced out like royalty
Diamonds are like my wifey, so sweet the way she spoils me
Diamonds are forever like family and loyalty
Or real rap songs like "C.R.E.A.M." or "My Melody"
Diamonds are forever like my infinite thought
Like respect in the hood that can't be bought
Diamonds are forever like family and loyalty
Or real rap songs like "C.R.E.A.M." or "My Melody"
Diamonds are forever like my infinite thought
Like respect in the hood that can't be bought
Word up, diamonds
Like a freshly cut diamond
I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly
I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
"Fu-fu-fully qualified pro
In this business of rap"
"Fu-fu-fu-fully — qua-qua-qua-qua — qualified pro
In this business of rap
"
"Fully-fu-fully qualified pro
In this business of rap"
"Are you working? What kind of work do you do?"
"Boy, what is it you wanna do when you grow up?"
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
After the tour quits, I come back with more hits
I know I'm dope, but don't wet that
I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm makin' greenbacks
Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop
Check one two and you don't stop
Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb
Just like the seashore, I'm calm but wild
With my monotone style
Because I don't need gimmicks
Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it
Word is bond, I go on and on
For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands
So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya
Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna get ya
'Cause I be kickin' the real
While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal
"Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal"
"Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal"
"Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal"
"Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal"
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live 
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live 
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live 
You know my steez
Let 'em know, do your thing, God
Keep it live 
The mic
On the microphone, you know that I'm one of the best yet
Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet
Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jet
Set with juvenile rhymes, makin' fake-ass death threats
Big deal, like En Vogue, here's somethin' you can feel
Styles more tangible, and image more real
For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts
When it's time to go all out, you be like, "Damn, he flipped!"
Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit
Got the lyrical full clip, givin' you a verbal asswhip
Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one
Known as Bald Head Slick, why is the press all on my di-dick?
My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot
Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot
Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas
Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable
For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond
The mic's either a magic wand
Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb
Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone
And if you thought we'd lose our niche
In this rap shit, you way wrong
I stay up, I stay on, shine bright like neon
Your song's pathetic, synthetic like Rayon
Fat beats, they play on
Want dope rhymes? Put me on
Word is bond
You know my steez
Scandalous, money greed and lust
In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust
Plus there's no justice, it's just us
In fact, watchin' yo back it be must
And each and everyday around the way gats bust
And jealous so-called friends'll try to set you up
It's called betrayal
They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the key
Don't wanna see us come up, don't wanna see us making G's
Long as we know this is the key to our destruction
Let's make moves, no discussion
Peace to my man Hass
, an Orange Man paying the cost
All the twenty-five-to-lifers, all my brothers getting tossed
Into the system, supposed to rehabilitate
It's why you gotta regulate your own mindstate
Read, study lessons and build your inner power
The next level, doesn't tolerate cowards
For example, I know this rich Nigerian
Powerful American that's proud to be an African
He asked me why do all us brothers be getting trapped
I told him I'd explain it, broke it down in a rap
Whether you got naps, braids waves or no hair
Without esteem for yourself, nigga, you going nowhere
And you can swagger like you rude as Josey Wales
Unorganized revolt almost always mostly fails
Give up the savage ways, be effective soldiers
To elevate the mental is to be poor no more
There's war in the streets, prepared men know best
I rhyme as live as it gets, JFK to LAX
They're always making trouble yo, against the righteous
Killing us in cold blood, those beasts, those vipers
And as I sit feeling the pain in my wrist
I vow to myself that I'ma change this shit
Or at least I gotta try or part of me will die
And only by action will any ideas solidify
So I inhale, exhale as I ponder
This grown man will make mistakes no longer
I've been there, I've seen how they make us fall victim
To their tricknowledgy, with no apology I diss em
And so I rip facts, to dope tracks I caress
You're gonna hear about it, from JFK to LAX
Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I want to take nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest
"Gang Starr has to gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that" 
To whom it may concern
This goes out to anybody who’s doing the bullshit, straight up
Yo, everybody’s calling me, my lawyer, everybody on this, ‘yo did you scratch such n such name?
Or this, that, and the third on the record for a hook?’
Y’all keep calling me on that shit and y’all supposed to be hip hoppers and all that, and letting the industry control the rules of the hip hop world that we made?
Y’all need to knock that shit off, that’s some greedy-ass, fake bullshit!
Knock that shit off for real!
Y'know'm sayin'?
And when that shit come and slap you in the face, that greed, I’ma be right there laughing at y’all…
And one other thing… What’s the deal with you break-record cats putting out all the original records that we sample from and snitching by puttin us on the back of it sayin we used stuff?
You *know* how that go!
Stop doing that, y’all are violatin', straight up and down!
Word up, man, I’m sick of this shit
Y’all muthafuckas really don’t know what this hip hop is all about
So while you keep on faking the funk, we gonna keep on walkin' through the darkness, carryin' our torches
Underground will live forever, baby
We just like roaches, never dyin', always livin'…
And on that note, let's get back to the program…
Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers with power
And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers
This world is ours, that's why the demons are leery
It's our inheritance; this is my Robin Hood Theory
God is Universal, he is the Ruler Universal
For those who can't follow that spells GURU when in my circle
I see all sides of my culture...
Design my thoughts like a sculpture
And chumps they wanna get with me cause I'm another entity
I'm sent to be, leadin the army of the century
Mention me, and snakes will retreat, eventually...
... due to my Robin Hood Theory
Now that we're getting somewhere, you know we got to give back
For the youth is the future no doubt that's right and exact
Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers with power
And pour some back out, so as to water the flowers
This world is ours, that's why the demons are leery
It's our inheritance; this is my Robin Hood Theory
Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot
'Cause it's Big Shug, Guru, and Freddie the Foxxx
When Premier bring the beats, no it just don't stop
It's The Militia
You niggas owe me for my rhymes, I come to collect
For you dope fiend niggas in rap, I here to inject, check
My style is butter baby, spread it around
But when you niggas don't flow it right and fuck up my sound
I get down;
in '89 I spit a "buck" in the face
Of every MC that came in the place, a scar you'll never erase
MC's are only recognized for their flows
I'm worldwide for the bitches, that I turned into hoes
You heard me spit it on Jew-elz, that's how it goes
For all them faking ass niggas and how I bust up their nose
And while your, nose is drippin', and drainin' blood
I'll be standing over you screamin', "Nigga, WHAT, WHAT?! Nigga WHAT?!"
Niggas feel my presence, like I'm right in their palm
'Cause a stormy day is coming, when you see me so calm
, it's on
No more twin Glocks, they jam up my plays
Now its twin .40 calibre Walther PPK's
I'm in the control of my game, you must respect me like The Ref
Uh-huh, you disrespect *gun clicks* you get the tech
I turn you fake niggas on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggas, they should call me Jack the Rapper
I'll the illest nigga doing this, dead or alive
Gloria Gaynor on you motherfuckers, I Will Survive
You can try to come at me, but do you want the kick back?
You step inside the cage of a pit, and you get bit back, huh
My war is so tight, my drama so ill
Beef with me hangs around like a unpaid bill
I push these lyrics through any MC, and make it burn
So the niggas who be rhyming next, will miss a turn
When you speak of who's the dopest MC, I don't come up
But when you speak of who's the livest MC, I stay one up, what's up?
I got stripes like you got strikes and bogus mikes
Do what bitch niggas do best - bite
Y'all niggas can't make up a law that I don't overrule, overthrow
Preem' brought Bumpy this track so I'ma let you know
Before I slide I'mma leave you this jewel
Even mechanics walk around with they tools
It's the Militia
Take this for example young brothers want rep
Cause in the life they're living, you can't half step
It starts with the young ones doing crime for fun
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
So let's get a car, you know, a fly whip
Get a
dent puller
, screwdriver and be off quick
With a dope ride, yeah, and a rowdy crew
We can bag us a Benz and an Audi, too
Even a jeep or a van, goddamn, we're getting ours, yo
Take a trip up the strip, and be like stars so
It doesn't matter if the cops be scoping
They can't do jack, that's why a young brother's hopin'
To do anything, anywhere, anyplace
Buckwild in another court case
It's the code of the streets
They might say we're a menace to society
But at the same time I say "Why is it me?"
Am I the target, for destruction?
What about the system, and total corruption?
I can't work at no fast-food joint
I got some talent, so don't you get my point?
I'll organize some brothers and get some crazy loot
Selling D-R-U-G-S and clocking dollars, troop
Cause the phat dough, yo, that suits me fine
I gotta have it so I can leave behind
The mad poverty, never having always needing
If a sucker steps up, then I leave him bleeding
I gotta get mine, I can't take no shorts
And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
Organized crime, they get theirs on the down low
Here's the ticket, wanna bet on a horse show?
You gotta be a pro, do what you know
When you're dealing with the code of the streets
Nine times out of ten I win, with the skills I be wielding
Got the tenth one kneeling, let me express my feelings
Guru has never been one to play a big shot
It's just the styles I got that keep my mic hot
And fuck turning my back to the street scene
It gives me energy, so I'mma keep fiends
Coming, just to get what I'm selling
Maybe criminal or felon dropping gems on your melon
So keep abreast to the Gang Starr conquest
Underground ruffnecks, pounds of respect
I've never been afraid to let loose my speech
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets
I see you got the fear of God in you
We'll tear your heart in two
Too bad you didn't know what you got into
Yeah, the most righteous, to Malcolm got a close likeness
My name carry weight, decapitate most vipers
Hot rhyme-spitter, dime-hitter, case-beater
Flow is angry like I'm in your face with heaters
Chasin' beavers? Nah, I don't ever have to do that
P.I. till I die, and then I laugh at you cats
You happy perhaps ‘cause you got dough and bitches
But no love in the streets, only from 'mos and snitches
Only from the meat-lappin', suckers won't see it happen
Cross that line, then it's time for the heat-clappin'
I do my thing like the whole planet depends on me
I got game to make Janet wanna spend on me
Some say I'm triflin', and sometimes I rightfully am
Get your man: I'll lay him right where he stand
Brothers are amused by other brothers' reps
Some niggas pull TECs, catch others for checks
All for respect, all for the bread
For the chance of success they might hand him his head
Remain humble cause I know enough
Plus the road is tough, especially when you roll with us
But I'ma stay with my peeps, stay in these streets
Rhyme spraying and I'm playing for keeps, cause I got those...
 Top rank, point blank, we vital
Spit flows, rip shows, peep the recital
 Now you feel it when we drop those
Hot beats, stop foes, killing shit, we got those
 It's the music that the street loves
Each thug is now reppin' this with deep love
 Gang Starr dueling again
Ruling again, watch as we do it again
Ladies, here's somethin that we should be considerin
Things could get bitter when, you don't use discipline
Imaginin yourself livin lavish and plush
Hangin with the cat who be spendin cabbage and buyin stuff
However, don't be too clever with your endeavor
And don't let too many men, receive your treasure
Most cats, be thinkin with they bozack
I admit in the past I was tryin to break these hoes backs
Escape, without givin up a dime
You know them fly ladies had a good fuckin time
Coppin me some Timberland with a jacket to match it
Girls nowadays wanna pigeon for chickenscratch
And I ain't givin up nathan
Long as my game expands, it's my discipline to hate 'em
Situations like this, will make you think twice
That's why instead of preachin death in my songs, I breathe life
And just because I want to it don't mean I will
And just because I'm angry it don't mean I'd kill
And just because she looks good, it don't mean I'd hit it
And just because I'm horny, it don't mean I'm widdit
Just because I make records, don't mean that I'm gassed
And just because I'm rappin, don't mean I chase ass
And just because I'm whylin, don't mean I can't stop
I got discipline baby whether you do or not
Baby won't you take the time 
Let me know what's on your mind 
Just because I'm yours don't make it right
Baby won't you take the time 
Let me know what's on your mind 
Slow down baby now let's make it right 
"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"
"What, you wanna battle me?!"
"Yo, man, how much money you got?"
"What, what?"
"We thorough to the end"
"Yo, man…"
"You know the drill"
"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"
"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"
"We thorough to the end"
"'Bout to slap rappers around—"
"We thorough to the end"
"You know the drill"
"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the game"
"You know the drill"
You saw my moms in the supermarket and gave her your number
You asked her how's my sister then asked her how's my brother
Didn't ask about my father cuz you know he ain't like ya
Every time I left for your crib he'd really get hyper
The advice he used to give me makes much sense now
I can't believe I used to let you break my confidence down
You used to ask me why the hell did I wanna live in Brooklyn?
You messed up my flow although you were good-lookin'
Yes darling was fly and this was the problem
Cuz back in the day she had me scheming and robbin'
To get her things to wear so when she went to the club
All eyes were on her and who, me? I just bugged
Caught in between feeling proud and feeling more like a sucker
Had to go undercover, get away, and find another
Been in Brooklyn 9 years and been around the world, too
I've seen so many fly girls and I knew just what to do
I went from ex- to next took my time with each one
And you know they still love me so stop jellin' me hon
I went home to see my moms and I saw you at the bus stop
Must I stop? Nah, I think not
You and I are the past c'est la vie, much respect girl
But now you're my ex-girl & I'm out with the next girl
Out...
Linnet Grinnich, Cookie Murray
Yeah "Rest in peace"
Ross, Laverne La-La Eyelif
John Hood "Rest in peace"
Kevin Fredricks, Donny Charles
Leslie Clark, and Will Clark "Rest in peace"
Tommy Saunders, Princess Di
Don Clark,
Betty Shabazz
"Rest in peace"
This is in memory of...
"Rest in peace"
"Think twice"
My advice to you, cut down on champagne and booze
For a nigga like me, most time that shit's bad news
It's like lightin a fuse whether it's sneakers or shoes
Cause somebody always wanna step up to start a feud
It's like Set-tin It Off but not the movie
Plus let's get some real women forget floozies and the groupies
Cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
And the bullshit won't stop long as the world's revolvin
And I recall when niggas knew my pops had clout
But they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out
And they was seein if I wanted to come bubble with them
And make my ends triple and double with them
And get in trouble with them, now memories of them
I wear em in my heart like a emblem
I doubt we'd ever be bigtime sellin dope coke or dust
It's killin us, let's take our people and make a exodus
Annhilation, inhalation through the lungs
Or extermination, by the use of dirty guns
Triple beam dreams and drug schemes of mad cream
Could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme
"Any man with the plan is precise with his life"
"Think twice"
"My advice is to you..."
"Tell the people what you're here for"
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
I take action the minute that the crowd gets hype
I'm type crashin, down like a meteorite
I'm Bogart-ing, mics and whole stages
Destroying MC's dreams, from words to whole pages
Their rapbooks, look more like scrapbooks
With their fictional fairytales and frail ass hooks
A lot of shit has happened, since I started rappin
There's been enough beef, and enough gat clappin
There's been mad signs, for this brother to heed
And while some choose greed, I choose to plant seeds
For your mental, spirit and physical temple
Bob your head to it, there's the water you've been lead to it
Bathe in it, a long time you've been cravin it
Prance to it, use your third eye and glance through it
Your state of being, becoming advanced through it
While others rhyme with no reason I be breezin
Their mics I seize them, then I try em for treason
I used to always like to hang out
Now I lounge in the rest writin bombs while tracks bang out
I know you peeped me in the club then
But now I'm in your speaker, with the voice that you're lovin
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic, aight?
Peace to the young ladies, who wanna bone me much
And peace to my nigga Premier, with the golden touch
I never fall off point, like DeNiro in Casino
Peace to Black Gambinos and all my peoples
Dig the steelo, I'm fightin' wars you know
As in the Jihad, most humble, most merciful
That's because I be God, I trog through fogs, puffing logs
MC's muttering menial madness, they get marred
Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic exciting type shit
Enough to make the real heads wake up and get hype quick
I'm type slick, known as the God Universal
Kick rhymes without rehearsal, I cross the burnin sands
Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
Simply with my point of view, and I knew
That many would come, that's why I've chosen
To cut off pathways and there's no runways or doorways open
For the jokers who ain't focused
And all the fake mercenaries get buried by the tongue of terrifying fury
Nothing's blurry, fuck it I got no worries
Hearts and minds shine bright light with insight
Yeah since my birthright to set up cyphers with power
'Cause mad shit ain't right, like punks in the spotlight
Who can't freestyle,
sometimes I make my peeps smile
By sayin somethin crazy wild
Like some shit off my dome that be soundin'
Better than the next man's whole album...
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by others brother's reps
But the thing they know best is where the gun is kept
'Cause in the night you'll feel fright
And at the sight of a
four-fifth
, I guess you just might
Wanna do a dance or two
'Cause they could maybe bust you for self or with a crew
No matter if you or your brother's a star
He could pop you and jet without a getaway car
And some might say that he's a dummy
But he's sticking you and taking all of your money
It's a daily operation
He might be loose in the park or lurking at the train station
Mad brothers know his name
So he thinks he got a little fame from the stick-up game
And while we're blaming society
He's at a party with his man
They got their eye on the gold chain that the next man's wearing
It looks big but they ain't staring
Just thinking of a way and when to get the brother
They'll be long gone before the kid recovers
And back around the way he'll have the chain on his neck
Claiming respect, just to get a rep
Ten brothers in a circle had the kid trapped
The one with the hoodie said, "We'll hurt you"
If you don't run all your jewels and pay
Give up the Rolex watch or you won't see another day
See they were on the attack
And one said, "Yo, you wanna make this to a homicide rap?
Make it fast so we can be on our way
Kick in the rings and everything, ok?"
The kid was nervous and flinching
And little shorty with the .38, yo, he was inching
Closer and closer, put the gun to his head
Shorty was down to catch a body instead
Money was scared so he panicked
Took off his link and his rings, and ran frantic
But shorty said, "Nah" pulled the trigger and stepped
It was nothing, he did it just to get a rep
The rep grows bigger, now he's known for his trigger finger
Rolling with troops of his sons like a gangster figure
He's near the peak of his crazy career
His posse's a nightmare, macking jewels and crazy gear
But as we know, the things we do come back
And Shorty's not peeping, others are scheming to counteract
'Cause the kid that got shot didn't perish, so
He pulls up in a jeep with tinted windows
Too late, Shorty was caught in the midst
His time ran out, his number came up, and that's it
You know the rest, so don't front, the plan has been upset
Some brothers gotta go out just to get a rep
And also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
We got my man Jeru the Damaja
Yo tell them why you're the man
I'll tap your, jaw, you probably heard it before
Step to the bedlamite, I'll prove my word is law
Drugstore worth more, dope rhyme vendor
Not partial to beef, a chief ambassador
Niggas get mad 'cause they, can't score
Like a wild west flick they wish to shoot up my door
But I incite a riot, don't even try it
Bust up chumps so crab kids keep quiet
Like I said before I tap jaws, snatch whores
Kill suckers in wars, vic a style you said was yours
Money grip wanna flip but you're fish
House the mic like your hooker and did tricks on the bitch
Dirty Rotten Scoundrel and my name is Jeru
Utilizing my tools in '92
MC's step up in mobs to defeat us
when
We rock knots
and got props like Norm Peterson
Lots of friends, lots of fun, lots of beers
Got the skills, greeno so I always get cheers
Troop on like a trooper, no tears for fears
I'ma, get mines 'cause the crew will get theirs
Cut you up like Edward Scissorhands
You know the program I'm the motherfuckin' man
I-I-I-I-
I-I-I hate tellin' good people bad news
I-I hate-
I hate tellin' good people bad news
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-
I hate tellin' good people bad news
Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun
I'm trying to cop some more property and a case of them guns
Sick society's got Guru protecting his fam
Fuck Prudential, I got my own protection plan
Respect me man
I'm on a mission so to speak
You're too dumb to play your position so unique
I'll trey 8 your meat faggot vacate the streets
Gang Starr, First Fam, and TS, we way deep
And even if you had a thought to move on us
Our fire power will devour, bitch you'll chew on dust
Slow death, no breath, hollows have you gasping
You rich just for you, he got a lavish casket
Call us savage bastards using all means necessary
It's only customary
It's you we got to bury
We'll dead your homo thug network
Head shots make your neck jerk
My marksman on the roof, he's an expert
Who got a problem
It's already been established
I'll come through your town with a pound like a savage
Still throwing down on the grounds that I'm average
Can I hear it for a gangster
YEAH NIGGA
It's always some shit but it's always a clip
To re-route your doubts and see what you about
Your homeboy's a snitch and your boss man's a bitch
We taking over these bricks
Doing underhanded shit, I'll shoot you in your abdomen
You fraud, you're moving like a broad with this faggot shit
And you deserve a hole
In the back of your motherfucking head the doctor can't fix
On the concrete, we palm heat like soldiers
Spit one in your whip and flip your shit over
Keep in mind whatever the nine spit
It's only as good as the nigga behind it bitch
We got guns
"It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!"
*scratched* "It's the lesson well learned" "It's going down!"
She knows what she wants
She knows what she wants
Yo, she knows what she wants
Yeah, she knows what she wants and just how to get it
Never fall victim to a chicken you was stickin
Even if you think the punanny might be finger-lickin
Never fall victim to a wicked woman's ways
"Why son?" She's trying to get paid, check it
One: She said she wanted to give me a son
Two: She said she didn't like my crew
Three: She never ever cooked for me
Four: She was
my cherie amour
-- YEAH RIGHT
It was all hype, I needed more insight
In retrospect, I know I slept from the first night
She did a split and that was it
Gave up my pimp license, and flipped my whole friggin script
But now I'm back like the Isley's moving wisely
Sizing up the situation, keeping honies waiting
Cause I got more to do, than to be sucked dry
This tough guy, will get by, while the chickens wonder why
I don't be callin cause it's like
Ex to Next
kid
I know what I want, and just how to get it
Like her, no disrespect Miss
Yeah, you know them
They accuse the righteous people of crimes and claim that we're wicked
Stirring up controversy, making us fight each other
All the fake rappers make it worse, they gotta pay
First and foremost, some rappers are sweet like fructose
When I cock back these lyrics, y'all punks best
be ghost
I be the seven twenty-one, eighteen twenty-one
The illest one, I'm almost doper than anyone
Straight out the late nights of Bed-Stuy
Stepping up, y'all put your weapons up, I make heads fly
You're artificial like saccharin
You're crazy fake, it's more than skills you be lacking in
Concepts you bite, cause your identity ain't tight
Trying to be something you're not, like pulling a knife at a gunfight
I'm trooping on night air like flight number 106
And getting all up in your fucking mix
You get me upset, and I got you uptight
Cause my committee's in your city tonight, aight?
We got
seventeen million of us
plus,
two million Indians
That makes 19 mil, lighting shit up like Wild Bill
I be the, supreme father plus the ill kid, with drama
My karma, creates the Teflon to pierce your body armor
And make sure you check the shit before you walk to me, or talk to me
Stepping to me improperly, you just may catch the weaponry
My specialty is tearing tracks out the frame
You know my fucking name, I rule all game
I'm universal on all planes, what's your claim?
Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness
Tremendous trooper, verbal nigga with the fitness
Drop you for your spot with the blazer then I blast you
Slice precise like Benihana's
when I come to bring the dramas
Styles so swift, that you can't peep the god
As your lyrics get buried,
six feet deep
in my backyard
I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes
Dark stages of terror to shatter your dressing room mirror
Your whole error gets crushed, your whole show gets bumrushed
Too many dumb punks, want to enter this rap scene
Kicking Willie Bobo
, but need to be slapped clean
Into oblivion, the true champion always rises
I bring surprises to the chief plus their advisers
Size me up, and you will find nothing's larger
Catch more wreck on your dome, than a deranged fucking barber
So what you made some dough, you best keep on scrambling
All your vanity, is instantly crushed, when I start handling
Demanding that you pay, for your weak rhyme display
Coast to coast, I break the fakes everyday
I see myself as the black rap messiah
Colossal spreading my gospel through electrical wires
Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every
Tom dick and jerry slippin like petroleum jelly
Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight
I got divine right to bring y'all to light
Something ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug
Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged
Show love to few; deal with crew and crew only
And think universal like Sony
Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided
Give a fuck like Pizza Hut I got to stay noyd-ed
Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat
Behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer
Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes
Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this
Rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat
In black talking bout how much his mac spit
But this year, Gang Starr got changes being made
No wack shit being played no fake macks getting paid
No Versace mc's, with a mouth full of mo'
Soundin' like a ho spittin' at a fashion show flow
I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a maxwell
Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well
Going deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes
Awaken with turban, robe and sandals like Moses
Travelling high sands and eastern lands for the answers
Ignorance is spreading through the streets like it was cancer
Too many drinking not thinking, when behind that trigger
A .38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggas
It's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays
MCs is getting wet
Over someone else's fake gangsta rep
Don't be mad 'cause I don't come around the way
Like I used to, I don't have time these days
I'm keeping busy making power moves
And don't try to say I don't remember you
You shouldn't let your jealousy show like that
I stopped coming by 'cause of the way you act
Telling my business to kids I don't even know
You're like a daytime talk show, and that's low
So you can tell everyone, that I'm jerking you
And if you don't like it, kid, take it personal
Take it personal
Take it personal
Take it personal
Take it personal
You can't handle the whole weight
Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene
Showed some effort, made fat records, but still saw no green
Know what I mean? They tried to stifle us
Nigga you could not believe how really ill and trife it was
Fed up so we headed on a serious mission
Wishin, that we could better our position
Two businessmen, Guru and Preme, we enterprised
Too strong to be stepped on, creatively wise
The dedicated ministers of underground sound
When we're doin our thing, you know we don't fuck around
No matter how bizarre and different you think you are
Your team wouldn't dream of competeing with GangStarr
Premier in the rear with the beats and cuts
And Guru with the mic ready to tear shit up
Take us out the game nigga? How you figure?
The name is well kept, and the rep just gets bigga
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot hope you have better luck next time
You thought you brought your best lines, but they couldn't touch mine
I rocked you in your knot...
Yeah yeah
Better luck next time
Bust your shit
Now when you see me on the set you know I may unleash
A lyric like a mad dog barking through the speaker
Step off unless you wanna get torn up
Your raps worn out burned out fucked up
You lucked up or maybe you lucked out
'Cause at the battle last time you snuck out
But now I'm rolling over you full blast
I'm here to let you know no longer will the bull last
MC's telling lies and poppin' all those myths
Keep on fakin' moves and I'ma...
"Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"-Royce Da 5'9"
"Trust me, I'm as live as it gets-Royce Da 5'9"
 If it's animosity
 Let me know
 If you plottin to stop my dough
 Time to go!
 GangStarr, M.O.P. nigga
 Tryin to blow!
 If you my man you could understand!
*repeat 2X*
Hey yo what happened to the love soldier? It never crossed my mind
That you would doubt my love inside and test my pride
I divide, anything that I got
With my M.O.P. staff -- WE ALL THAT WE HAVE!
To the First Family loyalty, is no game
We them type of niggas that, money won't change
We all aim, for the big picture
But to me it don't mean shit if your dogs ain't witcha
I sacrifice my main arteries -- WHY NIGGA?!
Ain't nobody never loved me, like my niggas
See my business is my friendship and my friendship is my business
Can I get a witness?! 
Hey yo we went through all out wars, half-assed tours
Travelled 'cross this land with heavy contraband
 And you ain't never got to
Second guess or question the love of William Danze 
I am invaluable, to my niggas
As an old rusty ass thirty-two -- BETTER THAN NOTHIN!
Think of William when they start bustin, I hold you down
 I'll be around!
"friends" "business" 
Step inside my arena
In the arena or forum, weak MCs, I will floor 'em
Causin' mayhem, I'll slay them, and the blood'll be pourin'
Furthermore I implore that as a soldier of war
I go in only to win and be the holder of more
Trophies, titles, and triumphs 'cause I dump all the sly chumps
Never choosin' to lose my spot, not once
For the mere idea of an opponent that I'd fear
Is foolish utterly, I mean, what nut'd be
Tryin' to toy with a destroyer of many
You shitted your pants 'cause you can't think of any
Foe that could step to this concept so
You better sit again, citizen; weak MC's, I get rid of them
Watch the way they get distraught when they get caught
In the worst positions 'cause they didn't listen
And tried goin' up against a hungry killer who's itchin'
To maim and murder, those who claimed that they were the
Toughest ones, they get done once they step in the arena
Step inside my arena
 Certified street poetry
In the game a long time, so you know it's me, nigga
 Gang Starr, muthafucka, we live
All you fake niggas run and hide, we wanna know
 It's Lil Dap in the place to be
We livin' proof, supa star, you see, we wanna know
 The Foundation, yo, we presidential
Y'all ain't built for what we been through
I hate fake MC's they always act hard
Fake MC's they always act hard
I hate fake MC's they always act hard
Fake MC's they always act hard
Yo, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice to quit
And just so you know, we never liked you, kid
'Cause you ain't wanna let niggas eat
So I'mma convene with my team before we gotta let the trigger speak
'Cause nowadays, y'all rappers are carbon copies
Your bars are sloppy, still it's hard to stop me
Especially when I connect with my man, rep with my fam
We taking back the rest of our land
And we don't really care if they say you're the shit
They playing your hits, we about to make our way in this bitch
And let's see if your gimmick last until the next season
In a flash, take your stupid ass out, give me the next reason
Flip for my peoples here, spit for my peoples here
Yeah, time to get rich with my peoples here
Cut off a snake's head, then we break bread
Same team, no games, you on the ground trying to fake dead
Last year record companies were chumping me
But now like chicks they all be up on me
And me so horny, I hit 'em like a groupie
Snatch off my hat, wash my dick, and keep it moving
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rep New York and a million different places
State to state, country to country
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I've paid my dues to this game, word to mother
East New York hops, it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since '85
Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've
Achieved mad props though niggas roll around in jeeps
I ride the A Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks, Glocks
Are not needed it's all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
I could go on for days speaking 'bout my clout
So Lil Dap snatch the mic and choke the motherfucker out
No, you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Lyrics do get deep when you walk in the east
A unique sound from the underground made the brothers unite
I'm slapping pound to pound with real niggas, ai'ght?
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain, storm or whatever
You pour the forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
A nigga said he couldn't do it 'til the shit hit the fan
Last year I was the man ripping up every jam
So it's your hobby, nothing serious 'til things get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough
Of Lil Dap, what's that? Fuck around, you get slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'ow' and the brothers say 'ho'
You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
Niggas tend to live trife, so I react with a mic
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Ayo 'Ru, what's your function? Meet me at Broadway Junction
Before I start to get in it, better yet I just kick it
Ayo son, if you're with it Guru starts to flip it
Uh with my .38 five shot I bust a bumboclaat
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out
From the get go I let go shit to make you petro
Watching fly niggas show you how to rhyme asshole
You know the motherfucking situation
So get down, get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'mma touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me
And all the honeys be loving me
My style be kicking crazy butt
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm Big Poppa steer your girl then I'll drop her
'Cause she be working on my nerves
And yo I got more game than the bitch got curves
I'm like Gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto
And I know, I'll break your back with my rap like smack
Because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
I'ma come back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the fuck out my path
You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle
You wanna battle? Well I live in New York
So think twice blink twice now your Roley and Lincoln's gone
Don't come into this rap game if you don't belong
You won't be on but for a minute anyway
You're just a scavenger, you don't live this life everyday
Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics
Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic
Confusion, while I'm givin rappers contusions
And people don't realize that real hip-hop is losing
They wanna shut us down, and I say, "Shut up clown!"
Cause New York is too corrupt and too tough to lay down
And just quit, cause MC's out here kick serious lyrics
And I come to you, with my infinite spirit
Not takin nothin from your hood or your set
But GangStarr could be a threat, in New York we rep
That's where it comes from, that's why you're feelin it
So why supress it, I'd rather be revealin it
Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways
New York we get the money all day everyday
"From New York straight talk... America's best"
Make money money -- GO SHOPPIN!
Take money money -- GO SHOPPIN!
No matter what the weather, winter spring or fall
We'll be doin it... "at the mall"
Most times I'm casual, but easily I switch
To some fly shit, like some silk suits by Paul Smith
And purchase some kicks by Kenneth Cole
Cop a Hilfiger, or Polo goose, for when it's cold
Armani, and
Gaultier
specs cover my eyes
The definition of jiggy so you best to recognize
At the mall, I'm baggin' up, much more than gear
Victoria, be whisperin' mad Secrets in my ear
She wanted me to knock her in the back of Foot Locker
I chuckled as she kicked more game than soccer
Others try to copy, I see 'em when they mock me
Baseball cap bent, the fresh scent, Issey Miyake
All the way from Green Acres to the Beverly Center
Heads turn, and I'm the main concern when I enter
At Albee Square, niggas wouldn't even dare
With that fake thuggish ruggish when them Brooklyn kids be in there
Saw 
sweet for my girl
Stylin', on the cell phone smilin', it's my world
Can't forget the Avirex, pocket for the royalty checks
My crew be showin' loyalty, plus utmost respect
Yo son, go pioneer them bimbos, while I get some Timbo's
Later on that night you'll find them nymphos
That's how it goes cause mad heads be in the mall
Let's breeze, we got a show, plus I got another phone call
 How far must you go to gain respect? Umm
 How far must you go to gain respect? Umm
 How far must you go to gain respect? Umm
 How far must you go to gain respect? Umm
 Um... 
I do it like I do it 'cause it ain't about the music
Ain't about gettin' through it 'cause I'm already proven
You niggas see me cruisin', nigga, I will lose it
I get on my bully shit, fuck up a nigga movin'
Now fuck who ya crew is, fuck what the true is
Gang Starr forever, fuck what the new is
Lil' nigga turned diamonds to ruins
Ball with your RuPaul influence
Shorty askin', "Who you is?"
Forgettin' I'm praised where a few is
Overlookin' OG engraved on the Buick
Before they let me out the cage for the music
I helped you niggas see exactly who John Woo is 
Now, nigga, who you is? You overpaid, bitch-made, glitch-made
You headin' for the roof when ya shit fade 
With no substance, ho shit by the abundance
Your catalog sound the same, you got one hit
Lights out 
Tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped
Tons o' guns got to watch the way you act
Tons o' guns real easy to get
Tons o' guns bringing nothing but death
Tons o' guns but I don't glorify
'cos more guns will come and much more will die
Why, yo I don't know black
Some motherfuckers just be living like that
They like to feel the chrome in their hands
The shit makes them feel like little big man
Twelve years old catching wreck
'cos there ain't no supervision putting kids in check
People get wounded, others they perish
And what about the mother and the child she cherish
The city is wild up steps the wild child
Tension anger living in danger
What the fuck you gonna do in a situation
It's like you need to have steel just to feel relaxation
Tons o' guns
New York, New York is where we live and we're thorough
Never taking shorts 'cause Brooklyn's the borough
Peace to Uptown, to Queens and the Bronx
Long Island and Jersey get as fly as they want
But I must tell ya, where we rest is no joke
So let me break it down to sections for you slow pokes
Fort Greene, Bed Stuy, Flatbush, Brownsville
Crown Heights and East New York will be down till
Medina takes respect for the styles we bring
'Cause in Brooklyn, we be into our own thing
Atlantic Terminals, Red Hook, Bushwick
Come to Brooklyn fronting, and you'll get mushed quick
We ain't just known for flipping and turning out parties
But also for the take no bullshit hotties
On the subject of blackness, well let me share this
Brooklyn is the home for cultural awareness
So in all fairness you can never compare this
Some good some bad, little hope for the weak
Dangerous streets and Coney Island Beach
All this included when you go for a tour
Some can get scandalous and outright raw
When you step, step correct and watch where you move
We pay dues so we ain't trying to lose
Here in Brooklyn, the home of the black and the beautiful
For a rough rap sound, ain't a place more suitable
Other cities claim this, and others claim that
But let me give some props to the place where we be at
B-R-double O-K-L-Y-N
I came here for a visit and ever since then
I've been incorporated with select personnel
Right here in Brooklyn, the place where we dwell
Brooklyn
Way out in Brooklyn
Those who live in Brooklyn know just what I'm talking
Peace to Boston, Philly, Connecticut, DC
All the East Coast cities are fly to me
Peace to everybody down south and out west
But for me, Brooklyn, New York is the best
Don't be afraid to venture over the bridge
Although you may run in to some wild ass kids
Take the J train, the D or the A if you dare
And the 2, 3, 4 or 5 also comes here
There's so much to see 'cause Brooklyn's historic
Fools act jealous but you have to ignore it
So I just lounge with the fat clientele
Out here in Brooklyn, the place where we dwell
Brooklyn
Way out in Brooklyn
You know the place...
Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see
Victory is mine, yeah surprisingly
I've been laying, waiting for your next mistake
I put in work, and watch my status escalate
*DJ Premier cuts and scratches "For the qualified pros"*
Fuck them other cats I'm running with my own wolfpack
Keep frontin like you's a thug and get your dome pushed back
Cause you don't get down that tough shit you talk is profound
You's a clown, fuck around come uptown and get found
I keep my pockets wrong none of you niggas never can touch my funds
I don't fight no more, all I do is bust my guns
While you home relaxed I'm squeezin Macks, bustin off caps
Those coward cats with gold and platinum plaques get taxed
And I do jooks and sling pies that make cream rise
It's all about these green guys, frontin your whole team dies
How I'm livin so far swell you can't scar L
Head of the cartel, sellin more cakes than Carvel
And I'm, labelled a kind thug, police got my line bugged
Hope I see the days more age and not a nine slug
I'm quick to bust a mean nut in some teen slut
Big L is clean cut with more jewels than King Tut
And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but don't flaunt
Cause little shorty's scheamin on your rings and fronts
But don't sweat it, cause that's the life out here
A lot of niggas, be livin real trife out here
I got my own place in Bed-Stuy
Known to many others, as Do or Die
Malcolm X Boulevard and Gates Avenue
Smokin up the fat trey bags with the crew
Me and the niggas Troy and Squeaky
Used to twist Dutch Masters, we got nice weekly
I used to build with the brothers by the spot
They had to hustle but they still knew a lot
To get my haircut had to go to Fort Greene
On Myrtle Ave, to get a fade with the sides clean
Then to Fulton just to look around
Just to roam around, and find a chick to go Uptown
And check a movie or some shit like that
I couldn't spend much but yo my game was fat
I remember this one chick, she brought me a beeper
Then one week later, she got me some sneakers
But then I stepped, cause I found out about her rep
And I ain't goin out bein no bitch's pet
But anyway I used to lay up in the crib
Listening to Red and Marley, wishin I was on kid
Saved my dough, stayed on the down low
Lounged and drank 40s with Tommy, Hill and Gusmoe
And Lil' Dap used to come by strapped
Nice off a L cause we stayed like that
Sometimes I used to miss my moms
Gunshots in the twilight, people fightin every night
But I'mma be aight still
Cause I'mma keep writin shit and perfectin my skills
I'm gonna make it god damnit
Here in B-R-double-O-K-Lyn, The Planet
I never fake it just slam it
Here in B-R-O-O-K-Lyn, The Planet *echoes*
"Take the money never have to run"
"Take the money never have to run"
"Take the money never have to run"
"Here's how it goes"
All for the cash, man, niggas'll be ready to blast, man
Mad hoes, 'll be quick, to give up the ass, man
Traitors, they'll be robbing your stash, man
Don't wanna end up like the last man
If the price is right, niggas can get trife awright
They plot and they scheme, all day and all night
And they might even get elaborate enough
To plan the illest kind of crime, fuck the average stuff
Like this chick who was kickin' it, with this baller
Pretendin' that she loved him, only really loved dollars
Holla'd at his man so they could, rendezvous
Said to his man, "Forget him, I'm fond of you"
So after the screw, she put him down with her plan
The utmost betrayal, this nigga's down with her man
But the sex changed everything, they conspired to snake him
Talked about the best time, and best way, they could take him
While in bed, she told him just where her man kept his dough
She said, "Yo, tonight he's bout to cop some blow
And I know, there's at least, 50 grand to show
Bring a gat, wear a mask, and come through the window
I'll leave it open for you, he won't never know
So run in, grab the money, later on, you and I can flow
If we do this shit right, he won't fight
Break out with the cash and stay your ass out of sight"
So the nigga sat back, but little did he know
He was about to ruin his life over a silly ho
And really though, the whole shit went wrong
Cause when he came through the window and pulled out it was on
Money they was gon' rob was high, on some shit
Dukes with the mask, told him, "Run your shit"
He said, "Fuck that shit!" So they tussled n shit
Then BLAOW, the burner spit, and the chick's man got hit
He died, his man had no loyalty, she's locked up as an accessory
His man's doin' life, what a tragedy
All for the cash, man
"Never have to run"
*DJ Premier scratching*
You can't tell me life was meant to be like this
A black man in a world dominated by whiteness
Ever since the Declaration of Independence
We've been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: "All men are created equal"
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical warfare they created crack and AIDS
Got the public thinking these were things that black folks made
And every time there's violence shown in the media
Usually it's a black thing so where are they leading ya?
To a world full of ignorance, hatred, and prejudice
TV and the news for years they have fed you this
Foolish notion that blacks are all criminals
Violent, low lifes, and then even animals
I'm telling the truth so some suckers are fearing me
But I must do my part to combat the conspiracy
The S.A.T. is not geared for the lower class
So why waste time even trying to pass
The educational system presumes you to fail
The next place is the corner then after that jail
You've got to understand that this has all been conspired
To put a strain on our brains so that the strong grow tired
It even exists when you go to your church
'Cause up on the wall a white Jesus lurks
They use your subconscious to control your will
They've done it for a while and developed the skill
To make you want to kill even your own brother man
Black against black you see it's part of their plan
They want to send us to war and they want to ban rap
What they really want to do is get rid of us blacks
Genocide is for real and I hope that you're hearing me
You must be aware to combat the conspiracy
Even in this rap game all that glitters ain't gold
Now that rap is big business the snakes got bold
They give you wack contracts and try to make you go pop
'Cause they have no regard for real hip-hop
They'll compare you to others and say: "but yo, he sells"
And you know in your heart that he's weak as hell
So you say: "I ain't doing that corny stuff"
But they tell ya that your chart positions will go up
Sometimes they front big time and make you many promises
And when they break 'em that's when your mama says
"Son you're making records but that guy seems shady"
It could be too late and your career could be played, G
I hope you listen to the things that I'm sharing, see
We all have a job to combat the conspiracy
Five carloads deep, time to go to a show
Got massive crew and we're ready to roll so
I grab my gear, hop in the whip and ride
Premier, he's got the fly dope system inside
But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes
Of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass
Off into the New York night we go
Dre Large got the camera, Biggest Gord's got three rolls of film
So we can take the macked out photos
Tommy Hill,
The Damaja
and my man Guzmo
Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty
My man Gary and Shiz and the Nutcracker Shorty
Mike Rhone, chilling like Capone
Robinhood known as Mel with the clientele
Mo, JT, Mega, and can't forget Black
Big Rob and Sincere, yes the posse's fat
Outloud pulls up plus there's Sid and O.C
Big Mel from Strong I and H.L. the one and only
O Delicious, Eli, Bazz and Eon
And the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond
And to the rest of the crew, you know the bond is strong
And you know who's who, so let me not prolong
For this was a night to remember
I had on the beige Timbs with the two tone leather
So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue
Then we circled around and then drove into
The front, the place was packed, the line was long
I was bobbing my head 'cause the music was on
I turned it down then I peeped to my right
I saw this kid and his girl having a fight
Another kid walked up, mushed the kid in his face
And then the kid pulled out, bust him, and laid him to waste
A riot broke out, girls screaming and scheming crews
Started buck wilding, trying to snatch kid's jewels
After that 5-0 came and turned the party out
Then an ambulance came to take the body out
And we didn't even get all the equipment out
And we didn't even get to turn the place out
This can happen often and it's really fucked up
So I'll ask you to your face, homeboy what's up?
Did you come to see my show or to the stupid nigga playoffs?
Killing you and killing me,
it's the soliloquy of chaos
Chaos x2
And if you live in the cities where the streets reek warfare
People getting nowhere but you goin' for yours there
You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role
You could get stole or maybe beat with a pole
Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back
So you set the brothers up for a sneak attack
Whether you'll die or kill them, it's another brother dead
But I know you'll never get that through your head
'Cause we're misled and misfed facts, we're way off
Killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos
Chaos x4
Chorus
Yo, it's The Master
, mister, Musical Massacre
Passion for disaster, paragraph ambassador
R get the red carpet, just call me on
Corner the market like the mic's last name was Corleone
The facade killer, come through your city like Godzilla
Think of the sickest thing you ever seen, Razilla
My vision's vicious, suspect suspicious
Plans is ambitious, my motive's malicious
No interferin, if you ain't down, you got to swearin
And these cats they ain't carin, habitat awarin
Crack a beer and format the track that I'm hearin
It's either that, or I'm going back to racketeering
Yo, you should see me, I got a crew like Mussolini
But
Kool as Moe Dee
, my flow be, smooth and easy
Pretending every sentence the wildest, you get the picture?
Rakim is, the minist', with malice, Militia
GangStarr, The R, Dub C, baby pa. Straight up, check it out
I profess and I don't jest, 'cause the words I manifest
They will take you, sedate you, and I will stress
Upon you the need for, you are to feed your
Minds and souls, so you can lead yourselves to peace
I got a real objective here
I am effective here 'cause I select a clear
Method for all, suckers I maul, they fall and scrawl
Into the pit of purgatory
I go for glory, I'm takin' inventory
Countin' all the tough luck ducks while I narrate
Relate and equate, dictate and debate
'Cause my fate is to be cold makin' history
I use sincerity, but still I bury the
Doubts and questions of all the skeptics
I'm kickin' clout and I'll even bet this is true
There's nothing so-so 'cause I know
Right about this minute, I'm in it, admit it I did it to you
'Cause this is what I'm into
So, chill while I instill that we all must fulfill
The proper mission for us and yo, this is a must
To these lines of my rhymes I attest
These are the words that I manifest, I manifest
I suggest you take a breath, for the words I manifest
They will scold you and mold you, while I impress
Upon you the fact that, I use my tact at
Rhymin', cold climbin', and chill while I attract that
Girl you're with, I got a sincere quality
I give her all of me 'cause you're too small to be
Tryin' to riff, so let me uplift and shift my gift
Let's go to the fullest capacity
I got tenacity because I have to be
The brother who must live and give with much insight
Foresight to ignite, excite and delight
And you might gain from it or feel pain from it
Because I'm ultimate, and I'm about to let off
Knowledge, wisdom, understanding
Truth with couth, so won't you throw a hand
In the air, put up a peace sign and please find
That though we're feelin' good, we should, we could, we would
Stop! Think for a moment, okay?
And then sway while I convey that we must do away
With all the stress and the strife, God bless your life
Use kindness and never blindness
And you will find this perspective is best, check it out
These are the words that I manifest, I manifest
I convey that what I say will awaken you today
I be jockin' while I'm talkin', but any way
That you put it, I'll give you lyrics to live to
Righteousness rules, so I forgive you
This time for you are bein' very ignorant
That's insignificant, I guess you figured and
Hoped to be dope as me, I glee, you flee
Because the pressure's too much for you
I'm your professor, I got the touch to
Do more than the rest who fess and can't compete
I'm elite, I'll defeat, delete and mistreat
Make mincemeat of other fools 'cause I'm the brother who'll
Snatch up the funds and make lonely ones
I meant it really 'cause I'm clearly obsessed and uh..
These are the words that I manifest, I manifest
You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing
It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring
With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Or do it lawn mower style, rrt
You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing
It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring
I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing
With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa
Chic, unique technique
Chic, unique technique
Check the technique
Check the technique
Check the technique
Check the technique, see if you can follow it
"Ask yourself the same question"
"What is it.."
The question remains: which MC's will reign?
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain?
"Ask yourself the same question"
"What is it.."
The question remains: which MC's will reign?
Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain?
"Ask yourself the same question"
"What is it.."
You are now rockin' with the best
Gang Starr
The God Universal Ruler Universal
I came to give you exactly what you asked for here
You are now rockin' with the best
Gang Starr
The God Universal Ruler Universal
Doin' a whole lot up in these streets
How many predators out there that want me
That's how I stand off, NOW
I come to diminsh every one of you blood suckers
Hands off, lay em down NOW
ALL CULPRITS, be alarmed
First Officer Danze reportin for 'Nam
When I'm bringin the storm, I'm all in
Yes I done stepped in the chest of many men
THEN AGAIN, it's a part of my persona like post ups and marijuana
IIAAAH, scout's honor,  FIRE
From all angles, that's how we was trained
Either slay or be slain, it's in the game for my soul
To be as cold as the blood in my vein
Knowin my name, help niggas perform abnorm
FIRST FAMILY, let's get it on
Just keep in mind I'm a marksman, I'm sensitive about that there
So you better watch what you say to me, hear?
PLAY WIT EM fierce, know where to run
So I post and defend, forgive me Father I may sin
And thou shall remember the code of the street
, roll deep,  or you'll be murdered
Since I've arrived I learned how to survive on this earth
Holdin down this turf, now I declare WAR!!
"There's a war goin on outside no man is safe from"
"It's impossible to stop" 
"There's a war goin on outside" "It's impossible to stop"
"No man is safe" "There's a war goin on outside"
Dame little mami, ven aquí
I'm sorry, that's as far as my Spanish goes
Several words, like "Si"
Because I like what I see 
And I was thinkin' we should get together on the low
You and me
Uh, uh, c'mon
Let's get together baby, ah, ah
Let's get together baby, ah, ah
Let's get together baby, ah, ah, ah
Oh, ah, ah, yeah
Let's get together baby, ah, ah
Let's get together baby, ah-ah-ah-ah
Let's get together baby, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Uh, uh, uh, c'mon
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh, oh
Uh, uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
Life's a bitch so who are we to judge each other
I know I got faults I ain't the only motherfucker
Stuff I heard about you wasn't too cool you know
Like how you smoke wools and that your girl's a ho
But I don't listen to shit unless the story's legit
Knuckleheads need to quit cuz they be riding the dilsnick
But I'll be taking care of business regardless
And when it comes to rhyming you know I'm hitting hardest
So you can kick dirt but in the end you'll feel pain
You little sucker, there ain't no shame in my game
"You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" Das EFX
* DJ Premier cuts and scratchs this line to the end *
It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up
It's mostly tha voice, that makes you buck
A lot of rappers got flavor, and some got skills
But if your voice ain't dope then you need to
Oh shit Shug, whattup
Just loungin, about to go do this shit in the studio
[Oh yeah, you just let me get on that shit
You always said I could get on, you need to let me get on that]
Word?
Yo man
I'm sayin yo, if I let you get busy, youknowhatI'msayin
You can't be dissapointin me
Aight man, let's go
 In this life.. 
 "You better wake up"
 In this life.. 
 "R-R-Remember this"
 In this life.. 
 "S-S-Survival of the fittest" - Nas
 In this life.. 
Ooooohhh, talkin bout this life
WhoahhhOHHHHHHHHHH, this life, this life.. *fades out*
You know I flip, yes I flip the script
You know I flip, yes I flip the script
You know as I kick a bit flip the script without a skip
Butter roll MC's can get dissed like this
You'll never got none son I'll become troublesome
You rap like a simpleton and I hate scum
I can easily deflect your threats 'cause they're idle
My recital will break you down just like a fight til
The end cause I can take ten at a time
Give em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme
Even if one is decent, I'll still get props
I'll kick the slick lines until the last one drops
As my powerful skills are unveiled, I'm tippin the scales
And weighing much more than your tall tales
Stop the exaggeration perpetration observe
And make a simple notation
Nobody, nowhere, no way, or no how
Is taking me out 'cause I can throw so you know now
Can you feel it, I bust the real raps
So lay off, stay off while I steal that
So-called title that you gave yourself
But you really ain't jack so yo you played yourself
And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip
You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script
"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank"
"Give a nigga pain" - Big Shug
"Listen to a brother who knows" - Guru
"It's the militia" - Freddie Foxxx
There's one ripped out the frame, felony act
Everybody get the fuck up, welcome me back
I'm the unseen hand that controls 200 niggas
Pouring wild on the street out of unseen vans
I'm the law of the land, the rawness of man
That'll show up on stage, puffin' on contraband
Capture, duct tape wrapped ya, slapped ya
Served up my Venus and Serenas, cocked back
Clapped ya - to Internet emcees I'm virus
I'm a warrior, niggas screamin' "Bumpy shot Cyrus"
I'm checked in to every hotel that you lay in
Niggas come to my suite to pick up heat
Y'all know who wrote the bible in rap, for keepin it real
Y'all know who buck fifty your face, I'm keepin it Seal
It's capture, get out the truck, I'm keepin' your wheels
Clapped ya
, cause you've got a gun you never conceal
I leave my hardcore demeanor in every rap arena
And underground club that I play in
I spit raw verses that y'all ain't sayin'
Cause your soul was bought for what they payin'
You wanna have Bumpy's heart you got to have Bumpy's chest
I'll bust right 'till I find just Bumpy left
I'll bust mics 'till I have just enough breath
To take your heart, it's thug grand death
CAPTURE!
A jazz thing
Word to God, if Guru were still here
A lot of you weirdos wouldn't have a real career
Just wannabe gangsters, but you wouldn't have Premier
Back in my day, these wanksters, they wouldn't last a year
Did it my way, I'm high like
I'm Smokey on a Friday
It ain't about this money or the smoke? Me no hable
Tu sabe, game done gone ape, too Harambe
I flipped when I found out that whole group was Sade 
Too many MCs and not enough rhymeplay
I used to love her, now they treat her like a side bae
But she still F with me the long way, my long drawers come off
She gonna have a long day
Now keep the children outta harm's way
Sunday Service, take another sniff of Kan's yay
The right message but you took it all the wrong way
Get in your feelings every time you hear the song say
Word to God, if Big and Pac were still here
I-I hate tellin' good people
{*inhaling and coughing*}
 Yo, you alright man? .. You zonin?
{*scratched: "I.. I speak that.."*}
 what's the deal?
{*scratched: "I speak that re-real shit, just listen"*}
Yo I pop your lid, I got to live
I ain't tall but I can show y'all what a problem is
I like to zone, I'm nice with chrome
I keep a vast stash of Magnums cause I like to bone
I play the game, I stay the same
But I can switch styles, pick files, I'm like gravy train
Shot the witness, got the bitches
Still in the streets with my heat about to shock the business
I handle biz, I cancel kids
Just like Allen I'mma show 'em what "The Answer" is
I'm after props, I spaz a lot
And yo I'm deadin all the bullshit 'til my casket drops
You know me boy, you owe me boy
You wanna end up in my trunk dyin slowly boy?
I'm confident, I'm on some shit
Cause I been knowin already you was on the dick
I'm zonin
"Down with the Foundation"
"
Step into my zone, mad rhymes'll stifle ya
" -> Guru
"
No time for games cause I'm, all grown up
" -> DMX
"I speak that re-real shit, just listen"
It's conspiracy, you hearin me? That's why I get love
And still got others fearin me
You never know, who's next to blow
And since it's me, I'mma stash me some extra dough
Got extra flow, chicks give me sex and dough
Need I, mention P.I. player let me know
I'm down with dis, I founded this
So you should recognize the true authentic sound of this
The golden voice, holdin toys
But not playin, Guru and Preem', we like the golden boys
The chain and star, I'm angry pah
Cause you fucks ain't wanna give us what we aimin for
You stupid son, I shoot my gun
From the heart fool, you know that's where this music from
Protect your dome, respect the throne
This is Guru and Premier, and you can bet it's on
I'm zonin
Fuck you wanna do, we way past 7:30
Be easy, too many brothers seem to go to heaven early
It's hell in these streets, but soon I'm on a hot streak
Who's in the hot seat, who had a felony beef
Yo I beat cases, with different attorneys
And I laughed at the racist DA's, who were wishin to burn me
My mom caught a heart attack, around the same time
News articles were published, around the same time
This depressed me more, but I stayed in tact
And that last corny chick I was with, she got played in fact
I know niggas that did dumb time, and dumb crimes
I fuck with real niggas, and never cowards with dumb minds
This country's got us in a fix
America, your deadly habits, got us all up in the mix
War without, war within, holy war, mortal sin
Tell me - huh, what's the origin?
"They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a Set Up" -] Guru
The squeeze..
Woo, yo, everybody, let me hear you say
"Yo, a-Gang Starr has got to be the sure shot"
 "And it's like that" 
A-Gang Starr has got to be the sure shot, and it's like that
A-Gang Starr has got to be the sure shot, and it's like that
One more time
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
That's the shit
Yeah, you know what fuckin' time it is
Gang Starr duelin' again, rulin' again, watch as we do it again
I never sleep, I always peep, rhymes creep
I'm too deep, I'm too deep
For right now, yo, my religion is rhymin'
Perfect timing, test the flow and climb in
Ansaar, Sunnite, Shiite, Jihad
All must regard that times are hard
Unite or perish is the message that I cherish
That goes for my people of all religions
If we're all black why have so many divisions?
Superficial factors are drawing us apart
Don't let it happen, let's put some respect back in
So before I act I think 'cause it's a brink of destruction
World corruption, what's up son, your gun is just one
And I just might have one or two or maybe even three or four
Plus an army of about 100 or more
But violence is never my first choice
I come in peace to release the effect of my voice
I never sleep, I always peep, rhymes creep
I'm too deep, I'm too deep
But I'm back.. ha, fresh out of the max
And I'm gettin at you cats
Aiyyo popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease
Soldifyin contracts over dope beats
Learned a whole lot up in these streets
Like when to talk, when to spark, and when not to speak
I do the one before a gun come out
Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out
A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop
And then while you watchin examine all options
Young bodies in the coffin more often
It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston
Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate
Deep in the struggle, puttin food on they dinner plate
Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs
And pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps
Extortion, only gettin left with a portion
Pullin out tools on them fools who be flossin
{* DJ Premier cutting "Get on it" *}
One two checka, get, down and dirty
And my sounds are worthy of respect
So I'mma flex my text just like a major takeover
Chumps pass the mic over
Growin' more and more nervous when I serve this ass whoopin'
Comin' straight out of Brooklyn,
baldhead
from the old school
Born to rule with more class than Billy Dee
To a pussy MC, you know a wuss MC
I'm like his worst nightmare when I'm on my killing spree
Pick the vic, who will it be?
Your vote may hold the key
It's up to you, tell us true
Who'll be herb of the day?
And when you fake, you break
When suckers choose, they lose
I'm like lethal to you and your people
It's like an outrage, when punks step on stage
With the weak show, weak flow, and still make dough
So I'mma take dough from 'em, and then son 'em
Teach 'em how to really get biz like this
Me and my gang's gonna swarm
Brainstorm
It takes at least two to tango, so you can get strangled
From any angle, as I get buck on ducks
All the sexy girlies wanna push up close to
The man with the most who don't flaunt his ego
Some motherfuckers ain't as gifted
Not everyone can move the crowd and uplift it
I'm swift with the shit like a bullet's trajectory
So don't stand next to me
It's like a warm sensation when my shells hit
You were wrong, you know what you did, so you fell quick
To the pavement, no signs of body movement
See I knew it, yo I had to do it
And it's cool to duel but don't slip up fool
'Cause I'mma leave you dead and stinkin' like a cesspool
And all the chicks know what's goin' on
'Cause baby, there ain't no sunshine when I'm gone
And you can beg for me to stay and parlay
But sorry, I gots to go, got bills to pay
See by nature I'm godly
When I touch the mic, it's never too hard for me
To let out, a mass amount of mad clout
Huh, me and my gang's gonna swarm
Brainstorm
I'm gonna get ya
You might be bigger than me, so I'mma wet ya
Coming to your house to douse it with the
Molotov cocktail, I won't fail
Burn out your eyeballs, and leave a note in braille
So what the fuck you gonna do?
Yeah I know I used to act relaxed but now I'm cuckoo
Come into my darkest, deepest thoughts
We fought I won, and now you're caught and bein' tortured
Water pellets dripped upon your forehead
But you can't move, because you're tied up
Your time's up...
"word up kid!"
Yeah L.B., Bryan Moier
I miss you man rest in peace
To Endeara Bishop
Rest in peace little lady
To Claira Stewart
I love you Aunt Ploute
To the coffe boy Arden Franklin
Rest in peace Res
My nigga HeadQCourterz
Head up eyes and ears open
Word is bond!
Jam Master Jay,
Big L
Big Lee
,
Flamboyant for life
Aaliyah,
Mad Mark
Boogie down Bronx
P. O.,
Left Eye
The emotions that one goes through, over a loss of a loved one
Or friend then, knowing the cost of rebuilding and carrying on
It gets so damn hard in this modern day Babylon
And disease runs rampant, so many men carry arm
So many have a lonely painful road to travel on
Mothers losing sons, improper use of guns
Children go astray because their parents were abusive ones
I used to run with the illest guys
Through the realest eyes
I seen the realest and the illest die
The cycle continues, so many times the good ones
The young ones
So many misunderstood ones
Remembering their faces and voices
And when the wise man said
Life is full of choices
Some get caught up, others are innocent victims
All I know is they were close to us, and that we miss them
Eazy-E
,
Big Pun
Lil Bro, East New York
Dorothy Clark, Sydney Clark Junior "Rest in peace"
Clarence Elam, Charles Elam
Omar Pitts, DJ Threat
Big Mello,
DJ Screw
Aunt Nettie "Rest in peace"
Uncle Frank, Harold Guy
Poetic, Gravediggaz
Fred Jordan,
Ted Demme
G. B. Greg Box "Rest in peace"
Taheim Campbell
Watch over your big brother
Bumpy Knucks
Yeah!
Harry Stricklin,
Merlin Santana
"Rest in peace"
Rod Roshodm, Gerald Wichard
Huey Beckam, Marie Clem
Tony Malvow, Paula Crutchfield
Ann Cambell "Rest in peace"
Reverend Van Johnson,
Coach Hoover Wright
Valerie Wilson, Ura Wilson
Jacob Boier, Weldon Irvine "Rest in peace"
Yeah! Hoover Carden
Korey Stringer
,
Malik Sealy
Boostin Kev,
Edwin Starr
Nina Simone,
Ann Jones
"Rest in peace"
A yo, Premo, what's up, yo?
Yo, I'm up in the BX, yo
See you ain't in, yo, probably in the studio making some phat beats
So I'll catch you on a later note
Aiiight chill
Yo Premier, man, this Mister Cee, Kid
Yo, man, I haven't been able to get with yo, man, you know what I'm saying?
Where the fuck you been at, man?
Saying, me and Kane done made this power move, I got  in a new joint
Listen, you got me to hear that new Gang Starr joint, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, man, I haven't even been seeing you, you've been so busy, man
You've been like, I haven't seen a brother
You know the only way I know that my shit is dope is if I play it in your truck, man
You know what I'm saying?
So yo, get with the brother, man
Also, yo, I got it going with Dirty Rotten Scoundrels with my man, Jeru, and the Group Home with my man, Lil Dap
Yo, keep that shit going on man
Aiiight chill
"Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" -- Run-D.M.C
* DJ Premier cuts n scratches *
I sit and write a rhyme, when I'm done get blunted x2
Get blunted x16
Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off lift off
Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off
Into your domepiece, Homepeace, I heard your chick wants to bone me
I get, wild like rugby,
respected like Bugsy
Don't even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely
Born to succeed, foes bleed, true indeed
The oral combat will romp that, you're one of my seeds
When I first, busted on the scene
Nigga, you knew I had more than a gangsta lean
I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it
I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record
Boo-ya-ka, to your face as I ruin ya
Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the
Fuck out cha girl as she steps into my world
I'm not the tallest, but that ass I'll polish
And if the hooker runs her mouth she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft
Your style stinks kid, ya garbage
And if you keep talkin shit, I'mma make ya pay homage
Cause the G to the U to the R-U, came too far to
Let you slide through, rhymes will scar you
And who the fuck are you anyway?
I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the cash in the pot
You betta dash nigga, cause I'm blowin up the spot
"I'm bout to blow the fuck up"
* Premier scratches *
No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in
Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen
Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs
Unable to conquer the Gang, I ain't mad at cha
Peace to Jeru, the Big Shug and the Group Home
Keepin it real, no playin niggas or chrome
I'm way past the kid shit, brothers already did shit
You want some props? Yo dog, here's a biscuit
I'm a smooth nigga and my groove's bigga, move nigga
And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture?
And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop
Gang Starr motherfucker, what, blowin up the spot
"I'm bout to blow the fuck up"
* Premier scratches *
I go from one format then switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects
Crazy shouts are heard all around
Cause the GangStarr sound carries more weight per pound
I got some brand new Timbs, so emcees sing new hymns
You betta repent, come correct, represent
Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back
I got you open, and now you cling to my sac
Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off
You rookie motherfuckers it's the finals not the playoffs
I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces
Because your brain is miniscule
You little fool, come learn the tools of the trade
I made the rules so go to school and get played
Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggas who be blowin up the spot
Let's see if you can rap and step with this production
I never left, plus I kept me somethin'
That I could use on these MC's that kept frontin'
They watched me unload and explode, I kept dumpin'
The Black Bruno, with the Mack uno uno
Crush you like a Black sumo, I'm back, you know
The man of the hour, I'm the man of the year
Make room and understand I'm here
Hell, my clientele is the most regal
I crush brain cells, my name rings bells to most people
You broke the rules, so I'ma have to get at you
Pussy, you're pitiful, your crew can catch a clip or two
Always the swiftest, you, watch the way I lift his jewels
He's woozy, excuse me while I rip this dude
I light a Dutch while you get touched with ease
And your chick steady fallin' in love with me
[Chorus: Guru &
Freddie Foxxx
]
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight, it's serious
However it's gon' go, it's gon' be that
Rhymes take flight, gods get tight
It's the militia
Raw
Yo, it's the gang Gang Starr across my chest
On Gu' and them, I never let Solar rest
Me robbin' them rappers that's braggin'
The pain is of Attica stabbin' you
Leakin' from holes you didn't know you was havin'
Bitch niggas take flight when Bump pick up the mic
I write what rappers wanna be like in real life
Then spit your favorite song with verses crazy long
'Cause I do what the fuck I want on every song
And you bitches are mad 'cause you spit a facade
For sad niggas who thought hip-hop was really gone
But not for very long, I'm back to carry on
Like I'm Marshawn Lynch, runnin' through every song
Wack rappers, take a knee, all races
In any race, Freddie Foxxx put that ox to they faces
And fuck your music is the basis
'Cause my shit hard, RIP to the gods, say it, militia
Sick thoughts on my mind with no self control
Uplift your soul and make the brothers wanna roll
Sixteen years old with a heart that's gold
Yo check it check it out like this, here we go
Run around the streets cold strapped like an alley rat
But now I'm gettin' much props like a fat cat
A young mack, but I don't think I'm all that
I just can't sweat another brother's bozack
So what the fuck, y'all, movin' on up
Gonna swim in big bucks, like Scrooge McDuck
And if ya don't like it and you wanna step up
Then open your mouth, and suck my nuts
Melachi the Nutcracker, I'm always gettin blacker
Fatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatter
I'm from the Bronx, New York City
The big fuckin' Apple where the niggas get busy
God bless the dead, and God rest my pops
Peace to the niggas goin' out bustin' shots
Business or art? Fist or steel?
Industry or street? Fake or real?
Cold or hot? Truth or trash?
War or peace? Longevity or cash?
All he had to do was just enjoy the ride
G-G-Get on my level 
A Gang Starr with a gangster, on a mission
We come and infiltrate your whole cypher man 
It's the God Universal, Ruler Universal
I'm still goin' strong in this game, and you should learn to
R-E-S, P-E-C-T
Or you get fucked up, be-lieve you me
And I ain't the one to be, startin' the violence
I'm just the one to be, sparki'n in silence
For years I ran with some of the greatest men
And y'all cats know we always play to win
"Y'all cats know we always play to win" -] Guru
"Real.. rough rhymes"
"Y'all cats know we always play to win" -] Guru
"Y'all cats know we always play to win"
It's the message in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic 
It's the lessons in the song that makes you rock on
Some people go to places where they don't belong
Whether wrong or right, a lot of people fight
But I'm here to bless this mic 
Bless the mic
Bless the mic
Bless the mic
Bless the mic for the gods
Bless the mic
Bless the mic
Bless the mic, bless, bless the mic
Bless the mic for the gods
Gang Starr
Gang Starr
Gang Starr has got to be the sure shot
Intelligent but not yet equivalent
A lot of people ain't happy you can tell by their ways
It's growin tense okay, I can smell it today
Tenement buildings house the next killers
While rich diplomats, are purchasin their next villas
But for the scrilla and power, uhh
They'll send some killers to their hood, that are iller than ours
Still niggas settle beef, with the metal piece
And every block stays hot, like the devil's feet
Incarceration of the mind, police brutality and poverty
These are realities of mankind
And we can't win nigga, if we keep shuckin and jivin
In a minute, they gon' have us duckin and divin
They got bullets for us {*automatic fire*} yeah, uh-huh
They got jail cells and graveyards, they the bullies, not us
We'll blast you for tryin that, we know you been lyin cat
So now you be lyin flat, cause this is the riot act
Riot Akt, this is where we really prepare
Riot Akt, out here we show no fear
Riot Akt, time to protect our communities
Riot Akt, real criminals get immunity
Riot Akt, eye for an eye - so yo who want it?
Riot Akt, rushin all you cowards who fronted
Riot Akt, let's bring the power to the people
Riot Akt, no justice then we gotta come see you
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
Glory Glory Hallelu
Glory for Plug One and Two
But that glory's been denied
By condescending dookie eyes
People think they diss my person
By stating I'm darkly packed
I know this so I point at Q-Tip
And he states, "Black is Black"
Mirror mirror on the wall
Shovel chestnuts in my path
Just keep all nuts twistin up
So I don't get an aftermath
But if I do I'll calmly punch them
In the 4th day of July
Cause they tried to mess with third degree
That's me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
It's just me myself and I
I think that smilin' in public is against the law 
'Cause love don't get you through life no more
It's who you know, and "How you, son?"
And how you gettin' in, and who the man holdin' heat, yo
And how was the skins and how high
Yo, what up, huh? I heard you caught a body
Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti
But they ain't organized!
Mixin' crimes with life enzymes
Takin' the big scalp route
and niggas, no doubt
Better than they know their daughters and their sons
Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleanin' up his physical and fluids
His mind got congested, he got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods 'cause nobody's neighbors
Just animals survivin' with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhymin' from dark to light sky
Experiments where needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high
You damn sure try to do anythin' to get the piece of the pie
Electrify, even die for the cash
But at last, you be out even though you wantin' more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the...
Stakes is high
You know them stakes is high
When you dealin' with the...
Stakes is high
Stakes is high, come on
The elements are airborne, I smell the success
Sacrifice mics and push drugs to these rappers
Puff ponies 'til I turn blue in the lips
Sipping broads like 7-Up  so refreshing
I finger pop these verses like first dates
The birthdate's September 2-1, 1-9, 6-8
Too old to rhyme, too bad, too late
Yo, what's up?
One, two, three
(
I say, children, what does it all mean?
)
)
Is this the future?
Do the shang-a-lang
Lord, tomboy tryna talk to me
Anybody in the audience ever get hit by a car?
How high's the water, mama?
How high's the water, mama?
Three, that's a magic number
I know I'll love you better
It's I again, and the soul that I send
Is taking steps to reach your heart
Any moment you feel alone
I can fill up your empty part
We can ascend 'til we reach De La Heaven
And in a spin we'll hit the Top Ten
Then we can meet Mr Stuckie
And Pos' brother Lucky will preach
"Let the wedding begin" 
Shot by an arrow of cupid
Through the string of a G-clef
My dear, I claim you're deaf
And if you can hear me, by golly gee
Trugoy is ready for what you possess
We could live in my Plug Two home
And on Mars where we could be all alone
And we make a song for two
Picture perfect things and I sing of how
I know I'll love you better
"Hey, you done did the right thing, dialed up my ring ring
Now you're waiting on the beep
Say, I would love if you'd sing
The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak."
So no problemo, just play the demo and at the end it's break out time
Please oh please don't press rewind cause I'll just lay it down the line
Hey, how ya doin'
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And we'll get back to you
Hey, how ya doing
Sorry ya can't get through
Why don't you leave your name and your number
And we'll get back to you.. peace
'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank
Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook me up, troop. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me. Got this fly bass line, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a brother man!'
The bigger the headache, bigger the pill
The harder you fall, stronger the will
We came from the back of the bus,
talking Watts
to Mobile
Now we're on a house on a hill
Struggle went from filling ya gas tank
The bank wasn't feeling your loan
The OT couldn't cover the bills
When life came with a couple of spills
But we're gon' use that pain for fuel, so
Give me no excuses
I know how ya feel
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Pain will make it better
Your music means everything
Behind my bush, my buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out
My buddy helps me to
Keepin' jimmy in total control
Without Jimmy I'd be on a roll
Hey girl I heard ya lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul, here's what we'll find
A whole lot of fun, lots of fun together
Just like kissin' cousins 
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my buddy, I will boast
That we're like Ethel Mertz and Lucille MacGillicuddy
You can be mine and I can be your buddy
The best buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' lets Tru know 
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare  word to the D
I don't beg I just tease my buddy with my right leg
And when it's ready what's said is buddy is best in bed
Fly buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said don't worry cause I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you 
And I watched and then I checked my Swatch
To see the time
The Soul had formed a buddy line
And that buddy was 
Now when Tribe, the Jungle, and De La Soul
Is at the clubs our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
Yo fellas, should we keep her aware?
Pos:
Now let's all get baked like Anita
Q-Tip:
Watch Mr. Lawnge
, don't look at the peter
Dove: Feel on the fun, I'll feel on the
Vinia: Hey, watch that!
De La Soul: It's a Saturday
Now is the time
To act the fool tonight
Forget about your worries and you will be all right
It's Saturday, Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday
Saturday, it's Saturday-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
Cause, oh, it's so easy to fall back to the memory of
And it's so dah-dah-dee-dah
Dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
It's so easy to fall
In dah-dah-dah-dah-dee-dah
Remember your way
Remember your way
It's De La featuring Estelle
With the Soul Brother Pete Rock
I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern flav'
Droppin' more knowledge than litter on the New York pave'
It's me, Wonder Why, in the place to be
Certified as superior MC
While others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhymin' sometimin'
And when we get to racin' on the mic, they line up to see
The lyrical killin', with stained egos on the ceilin'
My rhymes escalates like black death rates
Over musical plates, bein' played as the rule
Kids thinkin' steppin' to the Soul, you're labelled fools
Who claims to drop jewels, but for now you do the catchin'
I don't worry on what crew you run
Or what section of earth you reside
You're not even a MAN
So I don't deem it MANdatory takin' your pride
But I will, 'cause my man said Soulful Delight
You cry "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it right
That's understanding microphone mathematics
Which leads to currency and temporary world status
And when one shows he pose threat to this one
This one will make that one into none
Simple equation, zero! You shouldn't play hero
If you can't stand Strong like the Island I'm from
Well, I'm the P-L-U, the G-to-the-One
Walk around the planet Earth, makin' money, havin' fun
Yeah, and I'm the C-to-the-O, double-M-O-N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D-to-the-O, the-V-to-the-E
And can't another brother cook these delicacies
See, can't another brother cook these delicacies
See, can't another brother cook these delicacies
Ahh, that's how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like triple it, aight
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
The type of freestyler flow
Yeah, it's fluid, it ain't even a flow no mo', hah
Intro: Dove & Pos
And to the mighty Mos Def, you know he nonstop
To my man Enola, yo, he's nonstop
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's nonstop
Yo that girl MP, yo, she's nonstop
And to that crew Camp Lo, you know they nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudge Love, you know he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop
And to my man Joe Buck, you know he nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo, he's nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you know he nonstop
That kid called Paul, Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're nonstop
And my peoples Beatminerz, man, they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're nonstop
And ayo, Litro, yo, he's nonstop
And to, Medina Green, yo, you're nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul yo, he's nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri yo, you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man they nonstop
And don't forget Timbo King, yo, he nonstop
Let me tell you a little somethin' about the Self 
I be a piece of the East Coast
So give a toast to Plug Wonder Why
Back in the day who soaked his words in ginger
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til December
I'm a member of them kids from the inner city
Givin' you kiddies audible treats, you be achin' for
Makin' more money than a pagan holiday
Not from the PJ's, yet I still got somethin' to say
Vocal is local so believe that
This chant sends L.I. on the strong map
Trying and live so you best realize
That the gift that I present, I say gift wrap
Style of the Tune is personal
And defining what's the rhyme is worst of all
Stop, sit and study cause the meaning isn't muddy
Just preach and do the gear as the first of all
Watch while the pitcher is pitching
'Cause this is the pitch of the year
Sing a simple song but keep the swing strong
Though you heard Dove crying, I ain't fearing
Those who think De La's on the flip tip
Try to flip this and you're doomed
Watch for the B-B cause if you try to grieve me
You'll be hung by the wire of the Plug Tune
Shadow you're drawn, why don't you go?
In the corner babe watching the snow
Moving afar, rolling away
You weren't the one to leave, now won't you stay?
Won't you stay, babe?
Won't you stay, babe?
Oh, I never know what come around
I never looked ahead
I'm wreckin' rules and it's pulling us down
The words I wished I'd said
Shadow you're drawn and you got your ways
Shadow you're painted red, red
Moving afar, rolling away
You weren't the one to leave, now won't you stay?
Won't you stay, babe?
Won't you stay, babe?
l]
It's drawn
It's drawn
It's drawn  
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
It's drawn 
One, two
Yo, I’m what the paper plate couldn’t hold
Too many dreams, a paperweight took a toll
Food on the floor, not to be wasted
Or doing what’s being pasted and know that it’s not a copy
Eye on the prize, instead of gas prices
Lyrically wonder why I travel past the nicest
Born of a generation that don't generate patience
And travel too fast for you to clock me
Not always a good thing
You can lose the love of your life to a lifetime of love on tour
I didn't mean to be a whore but my hormones
Had me like a fiend screamin' "What you got for me?"
Two words 
But the fans slid 'em both together and removed the apostrophe
"Hip hop lords"? Maybe, but my ways needs laundering
Time's a-ticking, stop squandering!
SHORTY NO MAS:
Back the hell up
Know what I'm sayin'
POS:
Or when I run the mic there won't be no delayin'
Pressure 40 does it like a Easy Bake oven
DOVE:
Blues got the muffin
SHORTY NO MAS:
Eat it!
DOVE:
Blues got the muffin
SHORTY NO MAS:
Eat it!!
POS:
Intoxicate many wit my talk without intoxicatin' myself low
So I gots to walk slow but...
DOVE:
Don't you get too high
(Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip
Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip, Ego trip)
(Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!
Aaah!! Aaah!! Aahh!! Aahh!! Aahh!!)
PRINCE PAUL:
Somebody's cryin'?
I know somebody's cryin'
Who's cryin'?
Yo, somebody's cryin' here
Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in the stands, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man, go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed, Brick City go
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Now waaaaaait a minute!
Little Derwin got something to
show us that Jenny could never do!
Listen...
Hey, look at little Derwin! Look at him go! Look at him go!
Awww, baby
Positions, muscles flexed
Dove was lost in a gon-a-hex
Passed her test, felt her teddy
Jenifa, oh Jeny
Notions soothed the mood
Dove was lost in De La heaven
Screwed plug two, did the do
Jenifa oh Jeny
Jeny
Teased my homeboy Granny
In fact she teased so many
She was known as a garden tool
No more I dispatched
Was it Jimmy had met his match
Or could it be the realization
All girls owned a Jeny
For normal health, I had fought
A valuable lesson she had taught
Don’t flaunt that the candy is good
Unless you came with plenty
I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
Here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
The pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don't get a cut cuz my rent's a month late
The deeds of a natural
Are seeds that are no longer planted
So the famine in the mind is strong
Tactics of another plane is now proven sane
Sane enough to let you know from within this song
I stabilize many cableized viewers
So my occupation's known
But not why I occupy
And that is to bring the peace
Not in the flower but
the As-Salaam Alaikum in the third I am
I don't care about what you think you see
The things you want to know when you look at me
God knows I done been through and paid my dues
Can't change how you feel, 'cause it's all on you, woah, oh, yeah
It ain't all good, and that's the truth
Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should, it's all on you
It ain't all good, and that's the truth
Thangs ain't goin' like you think they should, it's all on you
Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew we play the rough
I got the huff, and puff, to blow the house low
You know the never-ending factor while I'm over, tell a squid
I know an Enterprising brother, so report to the bridge
I bounce a ball with my left, a squid with my right
 Yo he deserved to lose the fight
I might meander 'cross your dream, travellin' up the stream
Plug Wonder Wonder Why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by the live shell
Let's round em up and get 'em back to the hotel
Motel, holiday, inn-fact
I'm gonna let you know, once again, that De La Soul
Is sure to show you we will hit the charter harder
Than the normal
rappin' fool
I received a call from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot"
She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one
Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip
You're just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he's someone cruel
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self
Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother
As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?"
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill, “He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!”
None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to
Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over
]
Itzsoweezee, Enola in the area
Itzsoweezee, Timbo King's in the area
Itzsoweezee, Maseo's in the area
Itzsoweezee, ninety-six in your area
Itzsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd!
Itzsoweezee, lawd lawd lawd lawd
Itzsoweezee, lawd lawd, for y'all peace
Itzsoweezee
Itzsoweezee 
We are an army of stars unleashed
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty
The sky takes notes when we speak
Our capes move with the wind
Because of the wings beneath
This is royalty 
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling O's and O's
We're selling O's at the corner store y'all
We're selling O's, y'all
We're selling oodles and oodles and oodles
And oodles of O's, y'all
Throughout my change to grow, Some of my people got left behind
They didn't listen for the gun, as I leaped from off the line
Thirteen years deep in this marathon I'm runnin
Paid dues and still got bills to pay
When I came back around the way
Old friends gave me dead eyes
And fake smiles, half wide
We were supposed to rid the world of danger
These days we nod heads and small talk like polite strangers
It's natural to fall off, just land close to the tree
I'll be there if they need me to be
And I know all my local shorties
Cuz they all know who I am
And latey wanna flip grammar instead of grams
Like that's the only choice they got
They tell me how they gonna shake up the game
But came to me to see if I could give em guidance for change
Shit y'all, I need guidance myself
And I chisel right words to make gems
Got fans around the world, but my girl's no one of em
And my relationship's a big question
Cuz my career's a clear hindrance to her progression
Said she needs a man and our kids need a father
I'm not at all ready to hear her say don't bother
And break
And this I know I can't take
But uhh
C. Smith said to hold on
My brother Luck said to hold on
My nigga Dave said to hold on
My nigga Mase said to hold on
Yo, Maseo, we need to hold on
Eh, yo, y'all we need to hold on
 People are you ready?
 Yes we're ready!
Well, what you wanna be?
We wanna be ready!
Do you wanna lose hate for love?
Yes!
Do you wanna see these gates above?
Yes!
I said people are you ready?
Yes we're ready!
But are you willing to try?
We wanna try harder!
Do you really wanna carry some weight?
Yes!
Are you ready to design your fate?
Yes!
Yo, people are you ready?
Yes we're ready!
Well what you wanna be?
We wanna be ready!..
Operation complete. Preparing for.. Installment three
Say no go
Say no go
*scratches*
Say no go
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Say no go
*scratches*
Don't even think about it
Say no go
Say no go
Say no go
*scratches*
Say no go
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Say no go
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Say no go
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Say no go
Al Watts:
Hey, all you kids out there! Welcome to Three Feet High and Rising! Now, here's what we do. The following contestants, how are you doing, contestants?
Contestants:
Okay. Alright'. Yo Mama
Al Watts:
So fellas, tell us a little bit about yourselves. Contestant number one!
Contestant 1 :
How ya doin', Al. Just came all the way down from Wichita just to be on this show. You know it's gonna be swell and I wanna win all the money. I wanna win all the money. See ya
Al Watts:
All right, contestant number two
Contestant 2 :
Excuse me, um, my name is, um, P.A. Mase, I'm from Australia, and I'm quite glad to be here
Al Watts:
Okay, contestant number three
Contestant 3 :
Hello, my name is, uh, Plug One
, and um... Let me tell you a little bit about myself, I like Twizzlers and um, I like the Alligator Bob, and my favorite drama movie is
Bloodsucking Freaks, just like your mama
Al Watts:
Okay, and contestant number four
Contestant 4 :
Hello, my name is Prince Paul and I'm just... glad to be on the show. Thank you
Al Watts:
Okay, and now we've met our contestants, let's get to the game! I'm going to ask an amount of four questions, and you'll try to answer them correctly. Now, you out there in the audience can answer along with them! How many feathers are on a Perdue chicken? How many fibers are intertwined in a Shredded Wheat biscuit? What does '
Tuhs eht lleh pu' mean
? How many times did the Batmobile catch a flat? Now that we know the questions, we'll let the contestants think them over, and we'll return right after these messages
Maseo: Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha
Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha
Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha
Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha-hah
Bitties: Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
Maseo:  I don't know
Bitties:  Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
Maseo: I don't know
Bitties: Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
Maseo: I don't know
Bitties: Maseo, what goes on?
Maseo: I don't know, but check me on out
Bitties, y'all be flippin
Bitties: Uh uh, ya buggin
Maseo: Bitties y'all be flippin
Bitties: Uh uh, ya buggin
Maseo: Ask for a burger, catch an attitude
The taste is worse, come off extremely rude
But when I snap back, you're tamperin my FOOOOOD!
Bitties: Uh uh, ya buggin
Maseo: Bitties y'all be flippin
Bitties: Uh uh, ya buggin
Maseo: Bitties y'all be flippin..
Honey, your hair really looks a bore
A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure
Forget the burgers, I'll go open up a donut store
Eh ha-ha-ha-hah
I'm just like everybody else man
An average nigga with above average potential
You know what I mean? I'm not sayin' that I'm a gentleman
I'm sayin that I know how to act like a gentleman
In order to get the things that I need
And if I gotta pull out my nickle bag, I'm gonna do that
This ain't no accident, we stayin' here
You damn right I am proud of myself man
And I'm proud of my team man
I don't want you to get the wrong, yo baby on the real?
I don't have sex with people that I do business with neither
And that's the real
But I do do business with people that I have sex with
So if there ain't no conflict, let's get this grind on
Cause I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, that's word
"And what we have is much more than they can see
And what we have is much more than they can see"
Now you got the method
What to do when you die
The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'
It's a shame that you deny to claim
That you stole my words of fame
That I wrote in my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on, see
I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B
But my dwellin' is swellin'
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new mot
But now it's gone 'cause those
Suckers knew that I hate
To recognize that every time I'm writin'
It's gone
Potholes in my lawn
Potholes in my lawn
Hey now, can you picture yourself
Hey now, in the physical sense
Hey now, a subcutaneous thing
Hey now, like a mama and papa
Will I ever get tired of this
Will I ever get turned around
Will I ever get over you
Give me a break now, the clutch went out
Will I ever go back again
Will I ever get used to me
Will I ever be smart enough
How do I know if I'm totally clean?
It's the elastic youth, coming to size up your plastic troop
Keep a pot of caution, boil it in the hot
I wonder why, so why not
Move like a used car and you get used up wherever you are
So they say me and my crew get it new all day
Couple of shots of calamity
But don't mess with the gram to be sniffed
Too messy for the ego, when you come crashing
There ain't no airbag to dash in and catch ya
She goes down and I look down
She looks up, I don't know what to say
Yo, do that shit, yo, do that shit
But she already done done it anyway
But yo, do understand under the man
Lies another line set of value, open a shape
So when I'm speeding too fast, it don't match the brake
[OUTRO...
Baby! ...Baby ...baby  baby
...
come on Baby wear those daisies
yeah!
...look at those girls with the daisy dukes
Daisy dukes..... ]
I was walking on the water when I saw a crocodile
He had daisies in his hat, so I stopped him for a while
He delivered me a message, a massage to soothe my stage
What it was was more then plug-up dosage
More than DAISY age
Conversation drew a rule
Which the crowd will roar by millions
Mr. Crocodile said, 'Dove, you must look
For now the villains try to hold you underwater
But one thing we all must heed
Sony Walkmans keep us walking
De La Soul can help you breathe when you tread water'
As I walked along my journey
I thought 'What have I just learned?'
In a flash I saw commotion
There was movement in these ferns
Silently the silence came, was it the end of my world?
I shouted out in fear, 'Who's there?'
'It's me,' said Mr. Squirrel
'I've searched for you all over, now you're found
No time to waste. We must find the Preacher Man
We must find the P.A. Mase. All my population's dying
And we're all in tune to doom
Like the Daisy, I need water
I need chesnuts to consume.'
'Mr. Squirrel,' I said, 'I'm sorry
But the problem can't be solved
If there's no one here to help, and no one to get involved
Always look to the positive and never drop your head
For the water will engulf us if we do not dare to tread
So let's tread water'
Now one weary day I woke, my alarm said 'Plug time's up'
Filled my bath up with the water, gargled with my gargle cup
As I bathed I felt a presence, and I'm sort of ticklish
I looked down and then around and I heard
'Hi! I'm Mr Fish. How do you do? As for me
I'm in tip-top shape today, cause my water's clean
And no-one's menu says Fresh Fish Filet
See I look past all my worries, which is something you must do
Though you're fed up, throw your head up
With this advice from me to you
And that's to tread water'
As my day went unexplained, time was finding nothing fun
As I walked along the sidewalk, I heard
'Psst, excuse me, Plug One.'
From my Soul, De La that is, I hollered
'Yes, are you talking to me?'
'No alarm meant,' he said, 'Let me introduce myself
I'm Mr Monkey.'
'Mr Monkey, I pledge you slap of five
Now how does your problem meet?'
He said, 'My bananas are at their ripest, but they all
Stand at three feet. My swinging hand is bandaged up
Could you help me with this chore?'
I brought him down to the Native shop
And bought him copies of the De La score
Which assisted well in his elevation
Now all bananas is at his grasp
He decided with this accomplished
He would put me on to the path
He told me to live by the Inner Sound, y'all
Which would bring me health in showbiz
Then to use them, not abuse them
And then in the words that got me to 'em
And that is to tread water
I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y
Cause I never let it walk on by
When it comes to me and Jenny, I seem 
Like a peek freen
Buddy is an act that occurs on the lift
When Jimmy and Jenny start shootin the gift
Boy let me get shot, I won't even riff
On the dial, my Buddy talks to me for a while
Plug Two is the {Q to her Tip}
On the A-side or sometimes the flip 
Buddy, is the bud to my daisy tree 
And the luden to my do-re-mi
And the pleaser to my man Plug Three
Behind the bush, my Buddy likes the way that I push
And like a champ, just knock it on out
Never ever once sellin' out
My Buddy helps me to 
Keepin Jimmy in total control
Without Buddy, I'd be on a roll
Now as the lady
I thought that Jungle and Quest and Soul would just maybe
Give me the chance to say that I get crazy
Due to the fact I let Buddy amaze me
As a matter of fact, it crazes me in many ways
I decided that it was time for Monie Love to say
That when it comes to the B, you know that I don't play
'Cause to me chasin Buddy is the perfect way 
To spend the day 
Oooh child, things are gettin a little easier
Oooh Buddy gets easier 
Oooh child, things are gettin a little easier
Oooh Buddy gets easier
Girl, I heard you're lookin' for some good times
If you Quest from the Soul, guess what we'll find
Whole lotta fun, lots of fun together
Just like kissin' cousins 
Close like bosoms, bosoms stay close
If you be my Buddy, I will toast
That we're like Ethel Mertz and Lucille McGillicuddy
You can be mine and I can be your Buddy
The best Buddy's in evening wear
Long lovin' lets Tru know 
I feel sorry for those who pay a fare 
Word to the D
I don't beg, I just tease my Buddy with my right leg 
And then when it's ready what's said
Is Buddy is best in bed 
Buddy buddy told us all to get into a circle
Said don't bug because I won't hurt you
All I really wanna do is freak you
And I watched and then I checked my Swatch to see the time
The Tribe had formed a Buddy line
And that Buddy was mine, all mine
Now when Quest, Jungle and De La Soul
Is at the clubs, our ritual unfolds
Grab our bones and start swingin' our hands
'Cause Jenifa just wants to stay aware
Yo fellas, should we keep her aware?
J-I-M, B-R-O, W-S-K-I
And the girl was next to me
In order to make his cave girl smile
He had to improve his whistle's style
Here he comes now
Jim Browski
It's very stimulating
Oh the dic-dic-dictionary, is very necessary
Ooh I don't know what to do about this Buddy stuff man
It driving me crazy
Sing French to me baby
Oh my god, what is that in your hand
Wait a minute what are you doing with that
Ay dio mios
Oh my goodness
There's something about these french men out here today
Buddy?
Let me tell you something
You can be my Buddy anytime
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"It's just the ghetto thang" 
"Word"
"Word"
Ahh yeah, ah ah ah
Prince Paul likes Buddy
Posdnuos likes Buddy
Trugoy likes Buddy
Mase likes Buddy
Wouldn't you like Buddy, too? Ooh
Prince Paul needs a haircut
Mase needs a haircut
Posdnuos needs a haircut
Trugoy would you please give us a haircut?
Prince Paul needs a Luden
Trugoy needs a Luden
Posdnuos needs a Luden
Mase needs a Luden
Everybody I want to just get a Luden
Paul has dandruff
Posdnuos has a lot of dandruff
Mase has big fat dandruff
Trugoy has dandruff
Everybody in the world, you have dandruff
Dante is a scrubb
Dante is a scrubb 
Dante is a scrubb 
Dante is a scrubb  
Huh! I couldn't be nobody but myself, you know that
But then they all started talking
They were talking about love being gone
In my house
They said that there ain't much left to love
Well, there's always something to love if you're familiar enough to recognize it
I mean have you cried for anything lately?
And I don't mean for your friends or your bills or yourself
I mean for this!
When do you think it's time to love something the most, child?
When it's successful and done made everything easy for us, huh? Psh!
Uh-uh, that ain't the time at all
It's when it's reached its lowest and you don't believe in it anymore
And the world done kicked it and its tail enough that it's lost itself!
Yes, that's when
When nobody cares
That's right
Nobody
Ecoutez: À midi"
Quelle heure est-il?
Il est midi
C'est l'heure de déjeuner
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a à manger?
Des saucisses, sans doute
Écoutez et répétez: "A midi"
Quelle heure est-il?
Quelle heure?
Quelle heure est-il?
Est-il?
Quelle heure est-il?
Il est midi
Il est midi
Il est midi
C'est l'heure de déjeuner
C'est l'heure
C'est l'heure de déjeuner
De déjeuner
C'est l'heure de déjeuner
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a à manger?
Qu'est-ce qu'il y à?
We are the present, the past and still the future.
Bound by friendship, fueled and inspired by what's at stake. Saviors, heroes? Nah. Just common contributors hopin' that what we created inspires you to selflessly challenge and contribute. Sincerely, anonymously, nobody
Fuck everyone
Burn everything
Leaving an impression, not just a dented legacy
Fuck everyone
Burn everything you see
Not just clinging to the planet
Powerless to avoid the cataclysmic impact of a massive asteroid
Fuck everyone, burn everything
Never to surrender to the cosmic schadenfreude
Of only meeting your creator on the day you are destroyed
Just as the Lord intended
Burn everything
Burn everything
Al Watts:
Now we're at the end of the show
Contestants, do you have any answers?
Contestants:
Um.. *mumbling* yo mama!
Al Watts:
For those of you who think your answers are correct, Don, tell them where to send the answers to
Don Newkirk:
Thanks Sal! for all you listeners at home who think you have the right answers, jot 'em down on a four-by-ten sheet of paper and get two proof of purchases from the back of the album and send 'em to Tommy Boy Records in care of "Dante the Scrub"
1747 First Avenue, New York, New York 10128
For those who have all four answers correct, you will receive a specially selected grand prize
Thanks and goodnight, for 3 Feet High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk
POS:
Can't stand, can't stand, can't stand the pop music
Brother, brother, brothers pop a lot of cow
Don't watch, don't watch, don't watch a lot of basketball
Don't und, don't understand the act of being foul
Hey D, hey D, hey DJ set the record up
It's time, it's time, it's time to tame the naughty pups
Throw on the Touching Fingers serenade
So we can throw our lemonade
In their face and kick their little butts
FIGHT COMMENTATORS: 
- And they're off, and Mase is the first to throw a punch and he connects lovely to the rib cage. Wouldn't you say so Squirrel?
- Indeed, indeed, I would say he showed a lot of form in that combination, but look at the hoodlum trying to escape
- Yeah, it seems that that particular hoodlum showed great form in trying to escape, but he, ah, just got his ass busted
DOVE:
People wanna get ragged with the reruns
Me not, me not, me not scared to trudge a bit
They can't, they can't, they can't get close to none
I tap, I tap, I tap a dance war skit
The por, the por, the Porridge got crazy cold
We won't, we won't eat until the heads are flown
Take advantage to a cool one's peaceful ways
But when, but when we fly that head all the people say
THE FROG: 
Here in Frogland, we always eat our Porridge, cause it keeps us frogs real peaceful like
JABIB: 
In my land, my people adore Porridge. And I don't understand why De La Soul is so violent, and we are so peaceful, we sit by the campfire and listen to our rituals, and they are so violent. I don't understand, I don't understand
Dance, freak, get out your seat
Show me that you is a real whoodeeni
Get loose y'all, work it out now
Everybody, everybody get down
Whoodeeni, whoodeeni, whoodeeni
Don't turn your back
When she's on that track
Watch out for that train-wreck
Cause when she come
You better watch your back
Watch out she's a train-wreck
We getting loot in this, you new to this
We true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We been doing this
We been doing this
Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We been doing this
We been doing this
Yo, put that bread on all fours
The Catcher in the Rye
New York City lights look better in July
4th, no fireworks will dangle in the sky
Like right there, feeling the night air
Promoting the fair fight
Square dance, men at the faceoff
Crooked eye letters from
Madoff apologizing
Long journeys walking cold hard facts
Once you turn up there, there's no turning back
From
Rock Co.Kane Flows to flows that are crack
In the hemline, versus on the land muddied your man
The hard work you threw on the scale, damn
I'm Joe Pesci on the Dish, so messy on the disk
Puerto Rican mamis call me "flapi"
Leap a tall feeling in a single bound
Way over your head like my ex-girl talking bout mind sex
Two ticks away from aww shit
Cause I'm an old fart
Go campaign DAISY Age
Dave fresh like a pound of sage
Decorate the paramount figures
Watch the way they crown the stage
Sipped Crown but I was down in age
See the sailor took a sip, saw the whole ship drowned in grey
Classmates couldn't find a page
Had the answers written in my palm ever since promise paid
We getting loot in this, you new to this
We true in this
Baby you already know who it is
We been doing this
We been doing this
Been true to this since Yoo-Hoos and tunafish
Catch flights, hit the stewardess
We been doing this
We been doing this
L.I., nigga
L.I., baby
Pimp  Amityville
Yo, it's an honor and a pleasure
Next stop, NYC
Take your seats please
I know exactly where you're goin', I can see it on your face
I know how to get there
And I give you my word that I get you there safe
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
By the time you arrive, you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, forever be changed
So watch where you're goin'
And this food you're chosin'
I don't need to check your baggage
I don't need to know your name
All I need to know is
By the time you arrive you'll forever be changed
Forever be changed, be changed
You'll forever be changed
How you gonna recognize it?
Think he cried more than me
How you gonna let go?
Just lookin' at, starin' at his face
How, how, how, how will you ever know?
Just lookin' at, starin' at his face
How will you ever know?
Think he cried more than me
Starin' at his face
Hey, ah, How will you ever know?
Starin' at his face
How will you ever know?
How will you ever know?
Starin' at his face
Instead I hear your voice
I hear your voice
With me
With the way
Gone for now but here to stay
But here to stay
I will always place your memory
For now
I want to give y'all a little announcement man
For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin?
A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop
And make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin?
Or make that shit funk
Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
And like the Wu we bring it to you in the purest form
We reside far away from the norms
Spawn from the big catch, big bang, big breaks
Fetch pads and pens, even with the pencil
Rap labels studied us, flooded us with stencil
That's tinseltown, murder your display
And we stay flying even with the terrorists' trying
This to that town, monitor the pat down
Searching for controlled substance with sustenance
We inventors of the drug, ever since
Day-glo covers, broke pots, green balloons
The black shirt saying stakes,
elevated noon
AOI, grind, you hear it
Understand we steer it
Some choose to veer it off the course
The main source missing
You've paid no dues, you've earned no pension
Learn the rules! You can either be the pimp
Or the pimped out tools
Wack niggas need not forget!
]
Stop running up on niggas with
All that wack shit
Talkin' bout you emcee
You ain't no emcee...
...Like me
I bake works of art
While labels worry 'bout artwork
Or top of the chart perks
You need to insert a lot more of that
Original tier, that you can't manage
Just causes damage so just go, get away from here!
You're fuckin' the game up
Too low to aim up so just go, get away from here!
]
And some'll believe that they're leaders
Young fella you're a two liter
Simply waterway drowning out the source
This lesson is aligned with an underground cause
So sharpen your paper mate, my number twos'll make the beacon shine
And you
*sound effects*
The fine lining is detail, the garment is retail
But I don't buy rap or excuses
The code used to be an unspoken device
But since that's gone you see what rap produces
The one on one, two on twos
Assemble in the center of squares like statues
Understand I just do this I don't have to
But you wouldn't know that feeling if it slapped you
Like new credit, the blood work's indebted
Microphone donor, two pints of get right
I got my cardio up my nigga
Don't give a damn about a party
I do it for the body
Upchuck your mandibles, the scrambler's back
Since the two inch tape how ample is that?
Like furry dice hanging off the mirror
Your position is concerning my vision
These objects seem to be closer than they appear
And they could never catch us their directions don't match up
Just go, get away from here!
You're jamming the lane up
Messing the game up
Just go, get away from here!
:
Ohh there go that bullshit again
You heard that shit?
Nah I ain't hear that
That's that bullshit from the other day
They done took the Buffalo Girls beat and changed it all around
They playin themselves!
:
You remind me when I reminesce of you 
All the freaky things I want to do, to you 
Rub me up, rub me down, rub me all around 
Kiss me here, kiss me there, kiss me, kiss me everywhere!
Tell me what the cost to get in line cuz you are mine tonight
Gonna give you all I got to give, as long as you rub it right
I will love you right 
I will do you right  *come on*
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby baby baby 
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby
Be my baby baby baby baby baby baby (yo, hahh, knowhatI'mean?
Gonna set it like this, what)
Now I forgot how to forget so I remember your face
With your pretty accent, wearin man-attract scent
Others fakin constantly stakin out pockets of dreams
Always tryin to sham too that's why they crave champagne
But the blame still remains not to be on you
I know your style and your love lasts Long like the Island I'm from
I'm on the drum man, and it's all good
Cause I flexed on your ex, make sure he understood
That you would, never again want to be his wife
So we connect lips to hips, and uhh, eyes to thighs
You're my so-phisti-cated, lady
All mine, if you wasn't I'd go cra-zay
Baby baby won't you be my baby baby             Yeah baby, this is uhh
Baby baby be my baby baby baby baby             Posda on the microphone
WRMS rocks the best hey hey hey it's the fat man
Scoop Wonder ear in your hand
That was JFB, baby baby baby OHHHHHHHHHH bay-bah!!!!!!!!!
Ha hah!!!
I pick my nose wash my clothes and be back in a minute
With Busta Rhymes, the mighty infamous
Zhane, A Tribe Called Quest, nonetheless WRMS
Fat man Scoop, tryin to get this rap loot yeah
Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the glitches
Yo
I'm dark like Wesley
, but I be sparkin more bitches
Entering my constellation puts your lives in jep'
While you others represent, I present my rep
Cause when it comes to making dents, I'm that main imprint
Even smoked from blunts which give eyes the reddish tint
Could not prevent, YOU from seeing I'm the light
But bring attention to my words like some ass in tights
I heard you want to fight me, with your words on stage
So Mase pulls that instrumental from the jam YOU made
And as he starts cutting what you sold, I'll talk all over your tones
As if my name was Pete Rock or Sean "Puffy" Combs
Send your tattered ass home, with celly phones I roam
With my fleet, here to make this rap game complete
While you live fables, unstable, acting very radical
Projecting like you're hard, when in fact you're quite vaginal
Hey, whatever happened to the 
Times done changed for the 
Every woman and man wanna 
But for what, I tell you -ing ain't for you!
Hey, whatever happened to the 
Times done changed for the 
Every woman and man wanna 
But for what, I tell you -ing ain't for you!
Once again it's time to buy more soul
A flavor you will savor in your soul
Wax is distributed and then sold
So watch it turn, bring your next of kin soul
P.A. Mase has rocked it on the console
Scream real hard until you blow your tonsils
Bang-oh-bang until you burn your shoe soles
Cause you are now dancing to the new soul
]
Live is the motion of the soul step
Set the exposure to my one step
This scene'll last to the next step
All those in favor take a big step
True to the Soul, we'll never back step
In sense to that, we don't half step
Just as a reminder from the last step
Negative ones are lost in footsteps
]
Levels we've set will never go down
Competitions commence the step down
Those involved with peace who know the Soul's down
Can see that the Soul has got a new sound
Dance until you find yourself a new part
If you don't then I'll give you the True part
When received you'll see the real small part
Of the new way is no part at all
Pos and Dove is rarely caught not dressed in peace
Movements always walking round now stressing peace
When this biter should know true in peace
Instead they cause violence and shoot out beef
Still we are professing to be on a roll
Public cause this party going on the road
And if you crave sex, drugs and rock'n'roll
Sent by the Quest, Jungle and De La Soul
Give 'em a taste, Mase
DOVE:
Now remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here's the fact
Jack little wick but she was acting wack
Jack wanna lay but laying ain't exact
For the past four or five she was banned by the pack
Hip to the witness, putting on a plan
No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man
Jack knows that honey means playing a game
Only wanna bowl, got nabbed for the fame
Claude Van Damme 
Sam was the man that you planned to command
Nothing new about a neighborhood
You know what? Padlock Jody wanna cut
Jack's thinking cap, make mine into a pack
"Yo, here's 20, 40, 60, pay me back"
Conscience appears, "Yo Jack, what you doing?"
"You play the cold while honey here's cooling?"
"You don't have to if you don't want to!"
"You don't have to if you don't want... to!"
So he begins with the ring, ring, ring
"Hey Judy girl, how ya doin'
Seen you with another man, what you doing? Screwing?
Ooh, shame on you! What, you can't wait
For the big bait? Well, I'mma tell you straight
Honey child, I'm keepin' the faith!"
Runnin' through the trenches 
Runnin' through the trenches 
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti Dooke
Runnin' through the trenches 
Runnin' through the trenches it's the Patti's Dooke
I shed light and not skin
I ain't from Europe
Afro connects at the root of the retina of the third
Mums the word when ya blind baby
Blind to the fact
Don't rest in Compton so I don't own a gat
But respect is clear crystal
Cause Millie got a pistol
And she's down with me
Wild of most wild
Born child to the old school legitimate 
Talker of the many paragraphs ago
Walker of the plenty broken calves ago
Phantom of the phrase black in many ways
Cause I see her runnin' through the trenches
Comin' in to rent my style
I'm not the one to fuck with
I'm lockin' you out
I'm just not to fuck wit so check it
Y'all know who I am
Listen up son
Peace to my man Premier
And y'all better guard your trenches cause we runnin' through 'em
Tell me somethin' huh?
How come they never cross over to us, huh?
I never seen five niggas on Elvis Presley album cover!
 Ugh, the ugly one!)
A few short words, and what do ya know?
Oh, what do ya know? He comes
"
Cool breeze
"
"
Rock that shit homie
"
"
Gotta
" "Rock"
"
Lyte as a
" "
rock
"
"
A-a-a-a-a-as a rock
"
"
Cool breeze
" "
Rockin' it, rockin' it
"
"
Rock
" "
You gotta rock it
"
"
Keep on rockin'
"
"
Rock's the best
" "
Rockin' music
"
"
Cool breeze
" "
The king of
" "
Rock'n'roll
"
"Rock, rock" "
This world for you
"
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King Ad-
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Rock the bells
"
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I want
" "
Body body rock, body body rock
"
"
You are now rockin' with the best
"
"
I put this together to
" "
Rock the house
"
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Knocker!
"
"
I wanna
" "
Rock
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with you
"
Al Watts:
Contestant #1, do you have the answer?
Contestant 1 :
Umm... I wish my cousin Nag was here, he knows these things, no I'm sorry, I don't
Can I come off with the rest of em I think I should
Could I? Of course, one verse now ya lost it
Found it realizing I came off it sounds mean
But pal, there's a new kid on the scene
I got much soul on the down-low tip
Lay back smooth, one drink I'll be trippin
Never don't you dare consider me a fly gal
Pal, I got props on a different tip
I recall back I go for mine, I get the goods
Wouldn't you know, forgot my compass, I got lost in the woods
Found my way and I was out I pronounce every letter
And if I had the chance I'd do it better
I heard a holler down the way and now I'm out for the time being
Ya wanna be in but you can't see what I'm seein
Time and time, my friend, I stay gettin it on
And now they playin my song again
I got feminine style 
I'm not tryin to be sexy 
And no you can't knock the boots 
A lot of things be happenin 
Please listen to this simple De La style I'm gonna sing
It's strongly directed to all the misery you're bringing
Now I'm not all about dissing someone else personnel
But there's no quota on your odor
That's right, you smell
Now you might feel a little embarrassed, don't take it too hard
And don't make it worse by covering it up with some Right Guard
Before you even put on your silk shirt and fat gold rope
Please take your big ass to the bathroom
And please use
Al Watts:
Okay contestant #2, do you have the answers?
Contestant 2 :
No, no I don't
Hey kid, what's the word?
Man, it's all about mind
Keeping focused on them self-mechanisms of rhyme
So no longer stand erect 'cause your thoughts are drained
Walkin' round, manifesting attributes of shame
Used to squabble for the mic but now accordingly
We act unless a club can't afford the fee
We act so name that any best man to put us under
Created from the ground yet know nothing 'bout the under
Take a glimpse at them pimps playing record exec
Adding up all your OHs so's to cut you a check
Saying why the blunder wonder could've G'd today
So you can put up some swings for your seed to play
But a swing ain't that important when the park's around the corner
Filled with life causing death, greeting victims for the morning
It was the moment I feared
Nah, the moment I steered upon the right path
To know the right math to overstand
It's a dog eat dog competition 
I'll be gone like you're wishin' 
'Cause I ain't got time
For hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love
In all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition 
I'll be gone like you're wishin' 
'Cause I ain't got time
For hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love
In all the wrong places
It's a dog eat dog competition 
I'll be gone like you're wishin' 
'Cause I ain't got time
For hangin' around
When you're fuckin' my love
In all the wrong places
I'm pourin' out these rhymes for them kids who ain't here
Stakes is high, but we gonna try to have fun this year
Before there were guns, there was Native Tongues on these plains
Putting others on without them being pawns in this game
Cause a pawn in this game is left with no game to play
So, um, you best ta check and hear what we got to say
Now if you came to party, just let it be known
Now if you came to fight, you might get that head flown
By the one and only Maseo plug third
J.D. dove plays the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words
And a number to a crew of dope girls from the woods
And not dope meaning weed, but dope meaning 
Like them West Coast kids, who be throwin' up signs
I hate a buster, unless his name is Busta Rhymes
So check the way my mind moves over times and grooves
Got some money to blow, wonder why I wanna know
Where the ladies at?
"Yo, we're chillin' over here"
And all the fellas, the fellas?
"Takin over this year"
I heard the party's round here, right?
"You know that's right"
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Down right to dirt, wonder why makes it work
With access to talent like caucasians to yellow cabs
With an Arab driver
I liven parties with marvelous confiction
Ain't no fricition when life claims them victims who be ??? some dried up Funds
Best believe that the life is strife
Cause the gun made a man outta pussys from around my way
Who usually wouldn't have a fuckin' thing to say
Last year's hard rocks are now petrified boulders
And L.I.'s finest is movin' yo' necks at shows
The anthem of ths guy has a place in yo' eye
So you can be blessed to see in 3d double-e
Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid
Give me six bottles of beer, I take the seventh one free
I got the chandelier, kick, constructed by my man
Little elf, big four gets the zootie for the self
Long island living, what, twelve o'clock dawn
Jiggy-not see me so I trip straight to your porches
Mr. Partymaker puts the boogers in your bottle
Straw it and drink, what, bees gotta be's
'Cause I snort the crazy-crazies
Man, I kick the franken-style, dig the bolts in my neck
Wreck, ship, boat, rock
Heavy metal grooves ain't the infinite
Here I hips to the hops
I'm looking for the words in the faces of a prince
That brother been down ever since soaked cheese
And motor go smiling
Hey, how ya doin'
Now, meet in front of Big Lou's fighting
Hey, y'all reminisce,
six streets, little miles
Straight to my avenue
Six streets, went miles straight to my avenue
I'm headed for the bigger E, for the bitter OE, not me
Here's my Malibu, child, here's my Malibu
Buckshot honeys, dig a gun and go aaaahhhhh...
Now this goes out to all area cliques
Centralized or way out in the sticks
Remember to keep the Native Tongues in the mix
Just like log cabin syrup our sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area cliques
From 718 to 516
Remember to keep the De La in the mix
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
We straight butter hits, we straight butter hits
Manteca, manteca
Word up
POS AND ANN ROBERTS:
Hey Love
Talkin' bout Hey Love
Wanna be your push and shove
Pop, popcorn up above
Move me like Soul when I say
Go to a club around the way
And see my Hey DJ
And make him play Hey Love
Discover all the football teams
Mack and eat jelly beans
Run in the cold with no jeans
Get yourself sick till we're seen
Catch the flu and make tea
How Dan Stuckie life will be
It's all about you and me
Cause you're my Hey Love
Move me like Soul when I say
Go to a club around the way
And see my Hey DJ
And make him play Hey Love
TESHA STILLS: Look Pos, we gotta talk
POS: Talk about what?
TESHA: Don't play stupid with me, you know what we gotta talk about
POS: What?
TESHA: About you becoming fully dedicated
POS: So we're about to go through these line-runs again, huh?
TESHA: You're damn right. I wanna know whatever you do for me has anything to do with love
POS: Look, I come all the way from L.I. to the Bronx to see you, isn't that showing you love?
TESHA: You see that's just it Pos, I don't wanna be just your Bronx
Love, I wanna be your Hey Love
POS: You wanna be my what?
TESHA: I said I wanna be your Hey Love. I mean it's just not the mood being one of the many girls on your list, and you wouldn't be dissing me like this if I was your Hey Love
POS: Look, I do everything I can to treat you like a rose
TESHA: Yeah but you even give better treatment to that girl named Selena from uptown like a Daisy. You even
Gave her some of your special donuts for free
POS: So this is what this is all about, huh? Donuts
TESHA: No, Pos, can't you hear the music, it's all about Hey Love
POS: Look I don't understand why you're dissing me, it's not like I'm Paul, I don't have two kids in every state
TESHA: But you probably got two girls in every state. If you're not
Going to go about it the way I want you to, then just leave, cause I can't be so bothered
POS: Yeah. 
Take take take take take it off...
Take it off, take take take take it off
Take it off, take take take take it off
Take it off, take take take take it off
Take it off
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take it OFF!
Take those acid-washed jeans, bell-bottomed, designed by your mama...
Off? Please? Please..
[Outro: Dove + Pos +
Mase
]
Yo what's up, I'd like to give a holler to Big 4-7 off in the Oakenone!
And I bring an income in to my baby girl Twyla in White Plains and all my peoples out in Delaware
Yeah yeah yeah, and I like to give a shout out to all those r appers who dissed us on records, and I wanna let you know you're still wack. And oh yeah, I ain't mentioned no names cause you might f-
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say 
MASE:
 
Pass the peas like they used to say
Pass the peas like they used to say 
Pass the peas like they used to say 
Pass the peas like they used to say 
PAUL:
Fourth P is passed
I am known as
Yeah thanks Mase
Applied like chapsticks
The songs are slapsticks
Skeezoids with polaroids
Give me such a case
Trife or not trife
Don't own a wife
Yet I'm down and around for a good kiss
I got a 40 of Pepsi
A girl in Bed-Stuy
And I'll end it like this!
The Maseo got tailed with the big bail
I busted loose but now the blue goose is on my tail
I seen the ghetto go lower than it is
My jeans are brand new, with twelve more
In the closet with my silk, and velour
My 45 pack thick, draw quick
If a nigga starts some shibidibidit
My crib is uptown, downtown, L.I
And another crib in Queens
I munch some cornbread, Boar's Head
My favorite pork chops and
A plate of collar greens
I chill with Shymel, Akeem, Jaheed
And the Rastafarians'll be the crown in
And the Poppa
But the connections are still a high-five
Long Islands wildin', Long Island's wildin'
That's what I'm saying, long island's wilding
 Yes I be
 Yes I be
 Yes I be
Cause ultimately, I'm lettin' all MC's know that
What's the name of this crew? 
Well alright, and what be the dish we servin'?
 Posdanos help the necks get loose
Like an alcohol scenario rap be on the rocks
Authenticity that missin' fee to pay to join the flock of MC
These niggas stand lower than knees
Dramatized in they eyes as the ones to please
When rap kids apply violent pressure to father, brother and son
Wonder say they inflict pain
R&B niggas lie to mother, sister, and daughter
To have sex disguised as lovin' in the rain
Their words are more hollow than October 31st
What's worse, is to see the females
Switch to sexual mentality, it doesn't match with they given anatomy
Man they rather be hoes like that male emcee
Who walk around like they got nuts
And use the tits and ass like a crutch
Man the underground's about not being exposed
So you better take your naked ass and put on some clothes
Man this be goin out to the kids from East Mass 
Amityville 
To all my people out in Wyandanch, Bayshore 
C.I.'s in the place 
Brentwood, Hempstead, all my 
Brothers out in Roosevelt, Freeport 
Uniondale to Long Beach 
To them girls out in Huntington 
Long Island for real 
Break: Dres +"Shorty" + [
Sample
]
Aren't you Dres from Black Sheep?
Oh my god, what are you doing here?
Who are you here with?
I'm with my man Pos, you know Pos
Oh yeah, Positive K yo, I like your music
Hey boy, I watch that star man, shit's all in
Should I shot it or begin
I saw bootleggas no shinin'
I saw Big 4 go get shinin'
A typical flick was the moment
When the man said
"Ain't you?" Yeah I is 'im
Hush your mouth fallin' in cog
Caught the light being True dog
A fist of funk and I pocket that screen
In the scene or in between
Gimme but a little bit of the starlight
I mail my ass to the darkness
I dig it, I dug it, I dig it, I dug it
I wiz it, I was it, I wiz it, I was it
Oh Lord let me switch it off
Because ya find some'll do it all
For the light
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody let's baseball
Come on everybody do the baseball
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on everybody let's baseball
[Outro: Pos, Dres,
Maseo
&
Paul
]
Yo this is Plug One and I'm saying peace to Lorraine in Holland
Thanks for not having my baby, peace
This is Dres. Danica, Boston. My first tight cushion, love you
Mista Lawnge: Yo this is the Sugar Dick Daddy, I'd like to say peace
To my father, Bombed Out Brother
This is Baby Huey Plug Three, and I'd like to say peace to
That mother a-ahem who stole my Pathfinder in front of the studio
Peace!
Yo what's up, this is Prince Paul, I'd like to say what's up
To all the doo doo eaters
and all the Kelvin Mercer look-alikes
, and
I'm out
You and me can walk together
And down the road forever
And smell and touch the treasures of life
Every day
Love and hate are face to face
And good and bad are back to back
Every day, uh huh
Switch on your 36 inches
You in the boob tube, trapped deep
'Til the game watch you sleep
Overdosed on moves taught by the sensei
Your timing's all off, tiger
You in the little leagues
Striking out a De La joint
Book a session for the Plugs and PJ
To come train the camp, y'all
Mooselini, graffiti tag and plug dose 
Game over, I'm ghost 
When you're needed for a mission, he got your back
Sure to have a cool time, man, that's a fact
Yo, he's a good friend, never ever a foe
Come on, everybody, saddle up and let's go
 All my people say "Alright!"
 Alright!
 Yeah, that was good
Now let me hear you say "Oh yeah!"
 Oh yeah! 
 Now let me hear you say whatcha gonna do
 Whatcha gonna do?
 Come on, y'all
Let me hear you say "I gotta believe!"
 I gotta believe! 
 Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yay
Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up
Surfin' on a curb from inception of a set-up
Planet in black granite, halos above it
The autopsy can't top me, beloved
Dissect survival, passed on a whisper
Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the
Boys who shot joy inside the violent
 with a mars inside it
This is for the bottom of the deck
They call us the the little goat cheese 
I rev it like Run
, the squint in the sun
I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than a bomb
A pH balance, son, I walk the phenom
Like typo, might go, dope in the stash
Crooked counterfeits 
Crooked counterfeits 
Crooked counterfeits 
Crooked counterfeits 
You're a peanut with a cashew
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
Let, let me in, let, let me in
(So he huffed and he puffed and he huffed and he puffed
And at last he blew the house in)
La, la, laaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa
La, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaaaaaaa
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
You gotta remove the president, it's evident he's negligent
He lacks intelligence needed to be the president
So as a resident and U.S. citizen 
I say we vote, and I vote to get rid of him 
There's never been a time I can remember when
We had anyone in office this ignorant
Now we got evidence that he committed treason
We all want him gone, now we got a reason
How we gon' believe in a county when the leader 
Is a racist bigot, and a cheater
The land of the free and the home of the brave
And if Trump has his way, then we all gon' be slaves
And the fact that he's praised by some lets us know
That America still has so far to go
Let's hear that 
So we got this petition track 
Y'all know don't notice this Trump POTUS
Got the whole damn world thrown off it's focus
Flat Earth or not, I don't know if y'all noticed
Ain't got nothin' to do with how many of y'all voted
'Cause these criminals broke it
This ass-head was a weapon
Yeah, of mass distraction
A ass whippin' is a real call to action
Pay attention to how much money y'all was spendin'
Nineties rap treated Trump like a Cash App
Last four years was a smack black
Now we know, sixty-five percent of the United States is wack
If y'all let this dude come back 
We are the unknown cogs in the machine of the American dream
But treated like nightmares
And on the podium standin' right there
The voice who don't speak for us
Who won't seek the trust
We did, let him tell it, he wasn't elected, but anointed
Trying to set a record when it comes to appointed
Judges under his watch with no face that look like mine
And through my kids lifetime
There'll be laws etched in stone like grooves
People, let's get together to 
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4--5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
One, two, three, remove 4-5
I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broom
While others rhymes smell like plastic like some lunch room utensil
The official color for this planet is green
Which growns in pockets of them people willing to scheme
An't no expose, these facts are from the mouth
Profilin' through Island with that wind from down south
At last, be the world broad cast from the crew who gave you 3's
Magic on an island degrees
It's strong island for real where the critters smoke fritters
Night time excites time for the heavy hitters
Gang on hers cause in the mean time mine is home on date
Fluffin' pillows impatiently waitin' ain't no debatin'
'Bout to settle, check the level stakes is higher than the sky
I got questions about your life if you so ready to die
We in the last quarter y'all, somebody's gonna cry
I think they need to set the clock before the time pass by
In the round one no nines my size can get swelly
Sensing danger I will play a ranger on my celly with my felly
We're wonderful like colorful flix
Provide a thread and needle every time the stages get ripped
I grip upon the pleasure sippin' the tea
On the island cause that island is the main artery
So uh, you better come and give respect for catch some of these
Knucks from the island degrees
Well I, feel the world around me
I've found, that others, will bring you down; just to be down
You see, you've got to make up yo' mind, where you wanna be
And where you wanna go with yo' life
With your life, with your life..
MASE:
Yeah yeah this is Plug Three! This is Plug Three! Yeah! Say hoo!
Hoo!
POPMASTER HIGHT:
Hey De La Soul, you fucking lasagna heads, that's better than my mama's
Lasagna! Hey! Hey, come on! That was
Freakin' A, man! I really wanna take it back home with me, you know! I
Really get into your fuckin' music! It's so
Excellent! Ah, you big
sconzilli
heads! De La Soul's so fuckin' great!
DOVE:
Let me hear you say 'I like to eat that...'
Now what's gonna happen when the sun don't shine
I'm buyin' tickets aboard the caravan of love
Hey fellas
See,
money don't make shots repel
I break woes and compose some rhymes to tell
So when the party's live it shouldn't be beef
Or playin' indian roles I guess you thought you was chief
Seems all broke up and now you woke up surprised
Situation's gettin' sticky dead in front of your eyes
We play the wall similar to tacks
Until the DJ plays the necessary track
In fact as the jam plays on out comes all your bread
To pay for drinks for them girls you want to spread
Don't be mislead when the brakes inside your head
And have you reminiscing on them kids who got you fed
Until reality reveals a miss who wants to know
If you can play her real close out on the dance floor cause
A mother gets mugged by her crackhead son
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
You're in the wrong part of town so the shots make you run
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Your best comrades put six tabs in your o.e
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of HIV
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Da da da da
Once upon a time for the minute by the shape of the hour
The unify finds divide in the power-U
He talk us in and to work its way in and devour you whole
We all know the power do
Damsel in distress she's not
She lay a muzzle on a jigzaw puzzle
Meaning she's a straight shooter
Shoot it straight in your vein
Leave your heart all tattered up
Own the blame
She lives by the name of a sexy bitch
The scratch to my itch, touch capability
Angelic lips,
devilish hips
That manage to make a sandwich of a power utility
You feeling me?
Ey yo yo, what's up lady? what up?
Ey yo, come here for a minute, come here
Oh, you ain't gonna stop for me? Word? Bitch!
- Should have never did that, at least not to this one
Man that bitch wasn't even trying to holla at me
- It don't work that way, baby
I mean, I look good man
Man, that ass fat
- You just can't look so dusty
What?
- In my days you gotta be versatile, you know
Versatile, huh? So what do you suggest I do next time, old man?
- Don't even look, don't waste your time, baby
And then he strolls through the valley of dark
Nincompoop, simpleton
Stranger to his own father
Seldom down to get down
And just never stays up
Well, I'm yours son
We talkin' up there like a satellite
Species: canis lupus, unfamiliar
What's happening, dog?
You smell more like pig to me
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
La-la-la-la-la
Do-do-do-do
Be careful with your nose bro
DOVE:
This is De La Orgee...
(Barry White on in the background, various male and female grunting, panting and screaming sounds
Including...)
PAUL:
Will rise, not fall
Definition, Prince Paul
I mentor
Don't be sore
When I say
That's all
Yeah, you're into crime faces, huh? Well, I'll play your Capone
Suzy Q got the grill to make the cake chrome
Situation's gettin' absurd, hot on a plat
So work the format, see how we do that?
Considering you're figurin' we'll love on the rock
I'mma keep it up front to maintain the stock
Displayin' all the goodies from your knuckle to knees
Make it hot like the Island degrees, now that's special!
Heal! Heal, y'all!
We comin' healin'! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
Heal y'all! We comin' healin'!
So let it heal! {It's real!}
It's real! {It's real!} It's real!
It's realer than real, realer than real
 - 
Realityyyyyyy!
Realityyyyyyy-eeeeeeeeeee-reeeeaaall!
*harmonizing and clapping to fade*
You know what I mean? Rap outsold crack
You know, so rap....or hip-hop culture
However you wanna dice it, you know what I'm sayin'
It's the most powerful drug there is, man
It changed corporate America, it changed the way you feel about me
It change the way I, I do my thing now
Busta was the one who came out, on the award show and said that
Hip-hop provides jobs for people who don't even love the shit
I mean, come one man, I mean what else is there to say?!
Everybody got a breaking point, kid, and they'll rat on you
The family niggas'll rat on you
That's why we gotta be prepared to take out whoever we need to 
Ready or not, refugees taking over
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber 
Crews run for cover, now they're under, pushing up flowers
Superfly, true lies, do or die 
Toss me high, only puff lye with my crew from
Lakay
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay 
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide 
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not , here I come, you can't hide 
Gonna find you and make you want me
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide 
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not , here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and make you want me
]
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thang
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sweet thing
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thang
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sweet thing
Yo kid, we gotta get our family together, man
You know, we gotta get organized
We just can't be out here, you know, just high and smoked up
And whatever, we gotta get our stuff organized
Whatever we gon' do, we gon' do it right 
Many, many, money, many, many, many
Many, many, money, many, many, many
Yo, as I was sayin', look
Yo, yo, hold up kid, hol' up, hol' up 
Yo, ready or not, kid 
They gon' move on us 
And we gotta get prepared
We gotta get the forces together, man 
We gotta get our family together 
Ready or not, man 
Ready or not they gon' move on us
So I tell you what, better safe than sorry
Let's be ready
Ayy, another MC lose his life tonight, Lord
I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why
Oh Lord, father don't let him bury me, yeah
Yo what the fuck going on man?
Yo kid, we can't let these cops come around here
5-O come here and just do whatever want, rob, joke, or steal from people, shoot us down
We gotta do something about this man
I was with Floyd the other day
You know Floyd the cop, he just get a hard on from just shooting niggas
Just walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So defend the family, that's the code to obey
If I should fall asleep and death take me away
Don't be surprised, son, I wasn't put here to stay
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So the family stick together and we never betray, yeah
We used to jump rope, but now we gun hold
Bustin' shots off of project rooftops
Sending signals with the blunt smoke
Ahk, don't talk a lot if you can't hold it in lock
If you think lips sink ships, imagine full Glock clips
I hold a glass of Remy Martin, gettin' milks by the carton
Extortin' the lightweights for thinkin' they important
The night pays in heavenly ways, ain't nothin' free
I ask knowledge in your family and step into your B.I.
You see I stay on top of shit like a fly
My niggas reach when we got beef then jet down to South Beach
Your mouthpiece is yappin', I hear it in your rappin'
My family is thick so that bullshit could never happen 
Just walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So defend the family, that's the code to obey
But if I should fall asleep and death takes me away
Don't be surprised, son, I wasn't put here to stay
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So the family stick together and we never betray
Yo, what you say?
Yo, word to mother, yo, I'll punch you and bust your whole head, kid
I swear to God, this is Shannon Briggs, I get paid to knock people out
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, Wyclef, chill, don't even hold me
Yo, word to mother, I'll— I'll— word, yo, chill, yo
I'm with the Fugees, what? You know what I'm sayin'? What?
Some come from nowhere
To watch this caravan
Now this happen to be the one and only  of the  crew
 dancehall session
And we don't play with sound clash
Soundbwoy get ah neck bash and he pussy dusted
Strumming dub plates with our fingers 
Eliminate sounds with our song 
Killing a sound boy with this sound
Killing a sound boy with this sound 
Taking sound boys' lives with this dub
Killing him softly  with this sound
Word em up, ya'll
Warn the town, the beast is loose 
I can't sleep at night, ah 
Thoughts of the beast comin' to get me 
Project Heads, Refugee Camp
Yeah, watch out for
gestapo
Yo, let's go to this next Chinese-Muslim joint
We could get some shrimp fried rice and
make Salah
at the same time
A'ight, cool
"You are not alone"
Ayo, ayo, Chang Wang, what's up?
I'll be right out
Right, right, one second
Okay, then, fine, your order
Alright, let me get, um
Let me get two of them beef fried rices over there
Let me get a half a chicken wing
Don't put that little, that little retarded leg in it 'cause 
Cut, cut that off 
Don't put no onions in my, in my white rice
Yo, yo, yo, I need four chicken wings fried hard and shit
What's this? Hold on? What's this?
The two of you? At once?
Okay, then, you want beef
No, no, we want beef to eat, we ain't got no beef
I want four chicken wings fried hard, nigga 
What the fuck is you talking 'bout?
Alright, I'll kick your monkey asses my fucking self
Woah, woah, what are you coming over the counter for, man?
Listen to me, you think I open a restaurant
In the middle of the hood and don't know what's going on? 
I fucking represent 
I will avenge my brothers by representing and whooping your ass, word is bond
Nigga, this ain't Channel 5, nigga 
Somebody gonna die for real
I must show you Flying Fist of Judah 
That's right 
You and you 
You're just talking, obviously the two of you are just bitch-ass niggas
Nigga, well let's do something then, you talking this old bullshit
What's up? So what's up? 
What's up, nigga? What's up, punk-ass?
Alright, this is a Chinese restaurant
But like Burger King, have it your way
Ah! Ah! This nigga here...
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boys
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live?
No, the nigga die
When the Outs hooked up with the refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP 
Comin' up on weed of all types
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes 
You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
So ooh, ahh, ahh-chi-ka
Mama-se, mama-sa, mama-ma-ku-sa
Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health food store
While my whore slap cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with Outs ,it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers
So let's get high off the fu-gee-la
When the east is in the house like I'm Blahzay Blah'
When pandemonium strikes and midnight hits
Full moon splits soft niggas and the lunatics on some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick don't make it quicker
Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head says you dead by mañana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body drop behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge, never 'til we yawnin'
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
Life will keep existing as I'm shittin' on opponents
Oh-lay-hee
Everyone wants to be a cowboy, grab your gun, boy
Oh-lay-hee
.45 by my side, do he live?
No, the nigga die
Yo, man
It seem like we tryna get everybody, but they gettin' us
You know what I'm sayin'?
But, you know
No need to cry 'cause everything gon' be alright, man
It's gon' be alright, you know?
You know, it's just ill, yo
Last night, you know, all I seen was bullets and feet runnin' and backs, you know
And when the smoke cleared it was a little joker on the ground, man
No— Had to be no younger than thirteen, fourteen years old
Blood pourin' from his head
His mother on her— mother on her knees cryin', you know
Cryin' her head off
Tomorrow's headline is gonna be "The Death of Another Nigga"
You know what I'm sayin'?
"The Death of Another Nigga", you know?
That's how it always is
We cryin' for a afterlife while they just steal this one
It's time I settle the score
Soldiers
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right 
Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left 
Soldiers
Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right 
Left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left 
I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift 
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef 
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
And start flakin' like dandruff 
Come on, son, my steelo's tight 
'Cause by far, I'm the best producer on the mic 
Born to write analytical conceptions
With precision, and leave lyrical incisions 
All J do is front and lie 
Whatever, yo, I'm goin' to get something to drink
You alright? You straight? 
I'll be right back
Ayo, LJ, I heard you fuckin' Michelle
Nigga, I been fuckin' Michelle
Michelle Leslie Brown? 
From 225th Street?
Nigga, Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street
That play ball in the park?
Nigga, Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street that play ball in the park
Nigga, I been fuckin' her
What happened? What about her?
This nigga said he fucked Michelle 
There go Michelle right there, call her over, yo
Ayo, Michelle, come here for a second, baby 
Come here 
Ayo, you fucked J? 
Nigga, not that Michelle Leslie Brown from 225th Street that play ball in the park
The other Michelle Leslie Brown
Nigga, that's the only one
Nigga, how many Michelle's is there?
Nigga, she got a cousin or some shit like that, man, I'm saying though
He's a frontin'-ass nigga on three
One, two, three
Send me an angel in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Send me Muhammad in the morning, baby
Send me an angel in the morning, darling
Once the pen hits the pad it's danger
To this I be no stranger
Step inside the ring and I'll derange ya' 
I'm hearing no comments, everyone looks despondent
Dejected, rejected similar to Liston Catching licks
Beat it, Sonny
My man is still the greatest in this
To hell with Frazier, yapping' about that negative shit
Now listen, you can try and escape if you want to
But ask yourself, who the hell you gonna' run to?
Like Sade Adu, you got a punch that I can sleep to
Fugees, Tribe, Busta Rhymes forever coming through
We sing Amazing Grace over two dollar plates
One roll, snake eyes like Jake The Snake
Many lies put up for stakes, wash our sins at the Great Lakes
You and I cannot see eye to eye, so therefore we can't relate
I'm here, when I make myself crystal clear
You fled to Cape Fear when I laced you up in Zaire
Tussle with a lasso in the Royal Rumble
Separate boys from men in the concrete jungle
I remember when Cassius Clay flipped the script
Taking trips to Zimbabwe
Africans started calling the God, Ali Bumbaye 
So bright, it be the God stricken
God nutrition, lightly stricken 
Blows that feel like you was poison bitten
Ha, yo, I'm 'bout to blister you and your sister
Predicting every ass whipping before my fights my nigga
This be your last warning once you walk right past the doorman
Ali and Foreman gonna' lock ass until the morning
Marvel finances provided by Joseph Mobutu
Special guests of honour like the Archbishop Desmond Tutu
We watched the Rumble In The Jungle
To see who be the targeted uncle, to be the first to fall and fumble
'Nuff blows they getting thrown, like solid milestones
Internally shaking up niggas, imbalance your chromosones
With the force of a thousand warriors
When I bust your ass, identify me as the lord victorious
Blocks on fire 
Dudes getting higher 
Robbing blue collar 
Killing for a dollar 
See people get tired 
Of dealing with them liars 
From Brooklyn to Zaire 
We need a ghetto Messiah
Three a.m. in the morning on the boulevard
I'm still at large, engaged with my entourage
Me and Godfather and a '67 Dodge
I stepped out then looked, then post up my guard
Searching for my car that was stolen from Scotland Yard 
My first instinct was to check the chop shop garage
As I rung the bell, someone tapped me on my back
I turned around to look, it was a rookie in a mask 
He said, "I got a itchin' on my trigger
Don't move, nigga, I'm taking you for murder"
See cops, got two faces like two laces on my Reeboks
My knees knock as I step back for a clear shot
Nah, kid, I didn't have the balls
That's when I realized I'm bumpin' too much Biggie Smalls
[Chorus: Wyclef Jean, Lauryn Hill &
Both
]
M to the A to the S to the K
Put the mask 'pon me face just to make the next day
Runners be beefin', cops be thiefin'
Brothers be scheming, they should be teaming
Jokers be smoking and staying broken
Bitches be teasing, their money skeezin'
Niggas be creeping, baby mothers be weeping
I walk the street and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Haiti wear the mask
My crew in Jamaica wear the mask
Stick up kids bumping "Fu-Gee-La" wear the mask
Yeah, everybody wear the mask, but how long will it last?
Said
Yo, man, we just rolled up there, shit was ill, man, it was ill
Yo, bullets everywhere, guns, smoke
Jokers fallin' off they porches just shootin', straight cowboys, man
Straight motherfuckin' cowboys
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in
Trenchtown
Oba-observing the hypocrites
As they mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way, hey
In this great future, you can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry, say, say, say
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
And to my peeps who passed away
Oh, ah, oh-ah
Oh, ah, oh-ah
Oh, ah, oh-ah
Oh, ah, oh-ah
Oh, ah, oh-ah
 Wyclef 
Bonsoir
Bonsoir, 
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin' home!
Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
If it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle
Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a Nu Nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
(Yo some
nappy heads need to check they necks for red
)
Ihhhh, feel injection
Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"Oh you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong
I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful 'bout cotton in the farm
Mr. Slaaaaaave Maaaaan!
The harder they come, the harder they fall,
so come one come all
Don't stall or I'mma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of Hootaville, land of the ill kill
Vailsburgh Viking so you know I'm top ranking Phil
Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two
When I used to rock my Pumas...
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, Fugee comin' around the way
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancing, romancing, freaking at night!
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
Yo, my whole life was spent looking at myself through the eyes of a motherfucker that hate me
Drugged up most of the time
I remember one time I was so fucking high, man
I just got finished drinking, I came home, started sniffin'
I just got up and fell the fuck out, yo
Instead of my brother helping me up, he just start straight kicking me in the bathroom
"Yo, get up, get up, get up
Mom's goin' get us, yo, get up" 
I wake up in the morning, man, laying in my throw up and shit all over my nose, man
You know what I realized? It's easy to kill niggas, man
It's easy to kill niggas 'cause they look like you
They smell like you
Shit, they even live on your same motherfuckin' block
The only problem we have is killin' the people who don't look like us
Who oppress us, shit 
Ayy, if you wanna impress me, shoot the motherfucker who turned off my lights 
You want to impress me, shoot somebody who making my bills high all of the time
See, it's easy for cats to kill other cats, it's just the dogs they got trouble with
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's time for us to stand up like men and women, yo
Word up, we gotta stand up and do something about this
You know why?
You let a motherfucker kick you five times, they gon' kick you five times 
You let 'em kick you three times, they gon' kick you three times
You let 'em kick you twice, they gon' kick you twice
You let 'em kick you once, they gon' kick you once
But if you break off the motherfuckin' feet
Ain't gon' be no more kicking goin' on, kid 
Ain't no more kickin'
I learned that shit growing up in Newark, man, the Brick City
The Score was written by The Fugees
Produced by Wyclef and Lauryn
Executive producers, my man Prazwell
Associate producers, my man Salaam, Diamond D, Forté, Shawn the English King
Music supervised by my man Jerry, edited by my man Warren
Stunts by my man DJ Scribble and my man DJ Leon
Know what I'm sayin'?
What you askin' for what?
Get outta here, get outta here
Excuse me
Inspired by my man Khalis Bayyan
Narrated by my man Ras Baraka
Starring Wyclef as the preacher's son, God bless
Lauryn as L Boogie
And my man Prazwell's that fucked up nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Junior, that's my man Little Junior, grow, motherfucker
And my man Telly as the Chinese store owner and the miscellaneous nigga
And then known as the quick comer 
That's right, and J as another miscellaneous nigga
This nigga that's always lying about his dick
Know what I'm sayin'?
And check out the bonus by my man Wyclef Junior, hip-hop folk favorite, "Mista Mista"
And by the way, brought to you by L Boog-Boog
Captain Ghetto, the pop master, Kool DJ
Customer: You ain't gonna show me shit
Restaurant Guy: That's right
Customer: I'll show you these nuts
Restaurant Guy: You and you
Customer: Straight from Mortal Kombat
Restaurant Guy: You're just talking. Obviously the two of you are just bitch-ass niggers
Customer: Nigga, well then do something, you talking all your bullshit
Customer: So what's up, so what's up?
Restaurant Guy: All right. This is a Chinese restaurant, but
like Burger King, have it your way
.
Customer: Ah! This nigga here ...
Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin' 
Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin', ha-ha-ha
]
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thang
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the remix sound that the Refugees bring
Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sweet thing
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thang
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the remix sound that the Refugees bring
Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sweet thing
Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin
Today is death season, for Akon is MC murderin' 
Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin'
Refugee camp 
Refugee camp 
Refugee camp 
Refugee camp 
Check it out, here we go
Back in Eighty-TREE, no one wanted to be NAPPY
I turn on my TV, it's a dreadlock for FREE
Kill the gimmick -It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
A rapper, disaster,
nobody ever told me that
"Roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!"
... and...
Back in the days I used to listen to Kool G Rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-D.M.C. used to ask Mary was she buggin?
I loved P.E., they kept me concious of what I was saying
Afrika Bambaata
,
Poor Righteous Teacher
Got within myself so it made me a Five Percenter
Say La-Di-Da-Di, UHH! we like to party
but
My jam was BDP, with My Philosophy
Say
Grandmaster Flash, MC Melle Mel
Then
LL Cool J came with Rock the Bells!
See I'm the one for the crew, like a Jew is a Jew
Like Apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the
Fu got the Manchu,
Shaka got the Zulu
Hawaii got the Honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to bee-bee
 I got the vocab
 You know they got the vocab
(
Black people got the vocab
) Word, we got the vocab
Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
 Yeahh, we got the vocab
 You know y'all got the vocab
 Yeahh, they got the vocab
Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
 Word, y'all got the vocab
 Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
 Word, they got the vocab
Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin' 
Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin
Today is death season, a hundred MCs are get murderin', ha-ha-ha
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the way that we rock when we're doin' our thing
Ooh, la-la-la
It's the remix sound that the Refugees bring
Ooh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Sweet thing
Ooooh la la la, it's the way that we rock when we're doing our thing
Oooh la la la, it's the remix sound that the Refugees bring
Oooh la la la la la la lalala la laaah, Sweeeeet thing
She love me like no other before - hey
Attention, attention. merci pour votre présence sur la bande internationale
Camp de réfugiés, C'était Sania C'était un plaisir d'être avec vous
Alors, j'espère qu'on se verra la prochaine fois sur le vol international camp refuges
Colombia Ruffhouse Records present
A Refugee Camp production
Fugees, The Score
And now for our feature presentation
[Spoken Word: Ras Baraka, Wyclef Jean,
Pras
]
Yo
I was fuckin' with, the other day, I was chillin' with Scott
And this nigga was like 
And the minute we gotta sit in front our crib with a shotgun
'Cause jokers gonna be bustin' up in there tryna get food, clothing, shelter
TVs, forks, radios, whatever they get they hands on, kid
This shit is getting mad ill out here, man 
Jokers running around, like, with masks on 
Until my man Petey think he like Charlie Chan, or Robert De Niro, or Bruce Lee or some shit (
A gangster
)
He be jumping from behind trees on motherfuckers 
Or cowboys, bang-bang, or whatever, you know
Like my man, he tried to shoot a joker he had beef with 
He wound up shootin' my man up in the street, in the hospital 
Trying to be cowboys, they can't even shoot
Trying to be gangsters, but when the beast come on the motherfuckin' block, everybody break out (
Cowboy-ass niggas
)
They beat my man Bob G. up the other day
Cops, pigs just vampin' on him, yo (Man, fuck the po-po,
it's good for his ass
)
Everybody standin' around just watching that shit take place (Those niggas ain't doing right,
that nigga ain't smart
)
This always take place
Because they only gangsters when it come to being gangsters to theyself
They wanna be Corleone or Luigi (
Nigga, I am Corleone, what? What?
)
Or Gambino or Gotti or whatever the fuck that is (
I am Gambino
)
Some people don't even like you, you know what I'm sayin'?
They run around callin' theyself Rahim or Fuquan or Mustapha
No shit, 'cause we think they got power  
Fuck them, I got power 
I got power, I got a family (
You ain't got no car, nigga
)
I got family business on Avon, on Chancellor, on Prince Street (
Y'all blowed up
)
Chadwick, on Stratford, Chancellor, uh, uh, Vailsburg
All of the Brick City, boy, that's my family 
We gon' settle the score, once and for all 
I ain't gon' sit around and let jokers kill me softly, kid
I'm going out, I'm going out like a bang
And all of these zealots out here 
Tryna steal and tryna bite and take what I got
Like all these big record companies 
These, uh, corporations, these stores, they try to rob me?
Naw man, I'm going— I'ma get mine 
And my girl, we gon' go out together
She gon' be a soldier, kid
When I go out, she go out (
My girl gon' be a star
)
And we gon' make what we believe manifest (
Hopefully y'all don't go eye-to-eye
)
Fuck that, 'cause if you ain't ready now, you ain't never gon' be ready (
I'm always ready
)
When  checks that means pump your fist
Remember Moses people, this is Exodus
Don't try to stop this, the force comes from Genesis
Them who did us wrong, ask the Lord for forgiveness
The land that I’m from ain’t the land of the dumb
We droppin the bass drum, then we 
You can’t kill the battle with a horn, blam blam, Silly Joshua
So march to St. Lawrence
Yo march I got your back, march!
Crown Heights 
Cease the violence 
A moment of silence 
For those who died 
Public Enemy 
Number one 
Fredric Douglass 
Harriet Tubman 
Aristide 
Bob Marley 
Prazwell 
To my man Khalid 
Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
And keep your heads nappy
Mista, mista
Can I get five dollars
So I can get something to eat?
Hell no, motherfucka
You can't get no money from me
'Cause every time I give you a dollar
You go get shot up with more and more needles
And you tell me that you're drug-free
Drug-free
Mista, mista
I haven't ate anything for a week
Can I get a quarter?
Hell no, motherfucka
What can a quarter get you?
Nothing, motherfucka
You are just fucked up
Off them fucked up drugs
You know you need to fucking leave alone
But you keep telling me that you're drug-free
Motherfucka
You ain't drug-free
You're a fiend
And every time I try to help you
You pretend as if it's okay
Then later on the week
You go back
To shootin' needles, to sniffin'
Oh, motherfucka, but you told me you were drug-free
Drug-free
You ain't drug-free, motherfucka
So you damn well can't get no motherfuckin' money from me
 To Queens  To New Jersey
 To Brooklyn  ...and Uptown
 ...and Long Island  ...Staten Island
 ...U.C.  ...Miami!
 ...To Jamaica!
What's the matter with the black man 
All original gunman dem original good 
All original gunman dem original good 
Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
An I'll  an me runnin'  as a matter a fact
Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!
United we stand, divided we crumble
What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall
These days every man want to be a god
Lay down the gun every man on the floor
But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down
Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed
Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got 
Watch us bleed. Me up an' comin' ready
Watch us bleed. Watch us for original Tranzlator Crew
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see
We out
Stall MC's soft, put 'em up for-ah Death Row 
Rhyme and cultural, style and never old
Slap a priest fool, ooh, you're filth-swolled
I say no to spliff, coolin' it
Somebody chuck me a– Coolin' it, coolin' it, coolin' it!
Somebody chuck me a– Hold the mic, hold the mic, hold the mic
I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one
I got my bullet-proof and now to send my bozack
 Another son gonna die
 If a boy just come try
 Another son gonna die
 If a boy just come try
This rap goes for the brothers in the neighborhood
Who used to rap on a Polaroid; here comes Father Joe
Let me clock the block as I pull fo'-five
Boof Baf! I cut the block but got stopped
I used to play hookie just to see how good an MC was
He said I bust a battle; aight, I still took a gun
No cheeba, cheeba, just a Libra on a natural high
I waited so long to come out, I died and came back to life
So, hear the spirits, many fear us, a new style, son
This the new thing under the Sun, when I come, I come
Bam-bam, alakazam, he grabbed the pocket book, they ran
I came back with the bag 'cause that's my momma, man
I'm just patrollin', Boof Baf on the block
But the spot that I clock, you get shot if your numbers' are bad
So, don't get caught in the fast lane, the fast lane
And just remain yourself and be the same
'Cause many rappers these days say nuttin' for nuttin'
So, here's somethin', um, to take you from the AM to the PM
'Cause an imitator could never be greater
Than the creator whose the originator, step up perpetrator
See you later, alligator, back-stabbin' traitor
Tape recorder, duplicator
Roughly ridin' with the head Tranzlator, huh!
And leave the 40 to be naughty in the 'frigerator
 Another son gonna die
 If a boy just come try
 Another son gonna die
 If a boy just come try
 Another son gonna die
 If a boy just come try
 Another son gonna die
 If a boy just come try
Say, gun-man 
Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? 
You musta get it from the foreign land 
We want to shoot up the whole of Babylon 
Pay the man to rhyme onto it
Say, gun-man 
Say, tell me where you get your damn gun from? 
You musta get it from the foreign land 
You want to kill your own brother, man 
Ay, ay, ay 
What'cha
Cah bad bwoy
Mi ah tell ya, bad bwoy dem a buss shot 
An all dem a talk an all dem ah chat 
Grab the 9mm an wi arm up di Glock 
An all dem a talk, cah trust mi dem cyaa stop 
Gi mi di mic becah mi got lyrics to di max 
Tell di wul ah dem mi ah di cream ah di crop 
Pull up an nuh mek mi aguh nice up di spot 
Pussy look good cah mi wicked an hot 
Fry cook try test mi an put on some 'Pac 
9mm, got di gun, got di Glock 
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Families keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
People keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
We keep our pockets full, but our souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Brothers keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Fo'-to-the-fo'-to-the-fi-fe-come
I smell the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot understand
The hammer and the barrel hum
So when I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no Milli Vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
To rhyme so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
That get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down with me 
Now that I mean those that been since the beginnin'
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my 
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the 
So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from reality
THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
That just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don't know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong... WRONG
Spook, Sambo, Nigga, Jig
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh
Now THAT'S a black thang
Boy, you scared of me
BOO! See
Hide nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check me or my team as I recharge your body
Check it out all MC's I'm about to pull out my slingshot
Here it comes!
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
They label me  the MC psycho
Prim' you up, but don't mistake me for Sunoco
Cuss to get loose, now you got the micro' Joe
Who talkin about hope?  Poquito dinero
Means I work hard, but got no money, and that ain't funny
Hey honey when you work for free see it's hard to get a lady baby
But they say good things come to those wait
So I wait, no ego trip, and on the mic I penetrate
Elevate as I battle for high stakes
Many gamble, I eat you like an ANIMAL
Cause he gambled for the dime that he didn't have
He woke up in a dream and found his body in a body bag
Wyclef pissed cause, oh what I really said is
Is I'm that funky, big up def in pig latin man, hah
A lot of rappers try to outrap, but miss me yo
But I'm askin every teachers everything he know
There's always one trick, to make em slip
So let me predict in pure trick I'm sure the rap form will recharge
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me one, me lick me one one
Me lick me onnnnnnnnnnne
Me come for them alllllllll
Me lick me one one one, lick bumba rum
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Check them style out of Wy and Prazwell
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK-47
Soldier man... them a fire LS4
And them gun shoot for.. woy!
Bad man fire M-16
Police man fire AK-47
Soldier man... them a fire LS4
And them gun shoot for.. woy!
 dem na know about dat
 kill, you don't know about dat
 my brudda, you don't know about dat
I see you looking but you better take it easy
Tell your goons that they better take it easy
Here's come the rocket launcher, take it easy
Take it easy, you better take it easy 
Too much ex mami, take it easy
Good with the sex you'll be like take it easy 
Mami take it easy, take is easy, you better take it easy
We got L-Boogie in the house 
Prazwell in the house
Clef
Jerry Wonder, yeah
Big Ro  I see you in the back
Let's get this thing started
Let's stay focused, focused, focused, focused
Oh, If you don't know what's goin on man
The Fugees back on the street, serious thing right now
You scared yet, ah pack your dibby dibby dub box
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise be to thee
Jah Almighty - COME!!
On the nineteenth of October I remember
Startin' my life as a natural leaver
Cause I lick one-two-three-four-five-six-seven shots
While any priest here builds his church on a solid rock, hit me
So feel the spirit comin' from the Heaven above
I said: On every man chest there breathes a heart
Hip-hop where it starts, I tried to master the art, come on!!
We just looking for the love today
Where's the love at
All the peace mc's settle the violence
Play more music, make more phat beats
Leave all the violence some place else
Where is the love
Say where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love 
So how hard is it? 
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? 
I gotta jump on the A-Train, I saw cat with a scat, he was blowin' like Coltrane
My boys said: "Give him a call", I gave him a dollar, he said: "Are you a rapper?"
Kids have a seat and don't miss a beat, and listen to the battle of the saxin' in your emcee
Now Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock, call Red Rock call
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
I rock and shock the dough is show squeeze and cheese and whether pleasin'
Coolin' breezin' at the teas and how can emcees do was sneeze
So how hard is it? 
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? 
So how hard is it? 
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? 
So how hard is it? 
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? 
So how hard is it? 
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? 
So how hard is it? 
I wanna know, how hard do you wanna it? 
So how hard is it?
Chorus
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
You got the vocab
You know I got the vocab
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab
Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. 
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt
So pass the root straight to the right hand side
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high
I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. I broke his nose. The referee's Mr Fuji
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot
So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M
Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere
But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here
So now when I back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back
You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so here's a shell cap
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped
Ratatatat
Chorus
Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope  
Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods
And if I should a choose to be one
Then I will be a ???? hoodin' with books and look to kill
My proof is in my puddin'
If I chill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'?
Now. Let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
MCs into a warpath genocide
Nobody move, nobody get hurt. It's a homocide
So jump jump punks ready to get stuck
Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts
I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha
Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen
Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen
Bad L.A. meat you're better off comittin' suicide
I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide
Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'Oh my'
Boof Baff another son a go die
What's the matter with the black man?  
Now a statistic. So dreams of her become realistic
Poor bastard gets mystic I don't believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate your mind. Don't set the limit. Reach the summit
Free your spirit 'cause your blunted
From the lyrics I just stuttered
'Live off the streets' says the brother with the machete
'Live off the lady' says the brother with the Glock in patrol
I live logically, no weak slave to poverty
You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet
Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays
Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day
Brother, my brother, you played me undercover
She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her
For sister. You missed her but ask yourself a question
Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession
Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin?
Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
Mister. I asked him for a hanky. He asked if he could spank me
So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it
That you had no father figure
Which? Check out your wackness. It won't distrust my blackness
I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this
What's the matter with the black man 
All original gunman dem original good  
Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
An I'll ???? an me runnin' ???? as a matter a fact
'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah!
United we stand, divided we crumble
What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall 
These days every man want to be a god
Lay down the gun every man on the floor
But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down
Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed
Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got ????
Watch us bleed. Me up an' comin' ready
Watch us bleed. Watch us for original Tranzlator Crew
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see
We out
I'm living like there ain't no tomorrow
I'm living like there ain't no tomorrow
I'm living like there ain't no tomorrow
Open up my eyes and it was Sodom & Gamorrah—WOO!
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
I'm living like there ain't no tomorrow
I'm living like there ain't no tomorrow
Open up my eyes
]
Ayo, L-Boogie—what happened to Peace?
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I -Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah, yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I -Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah, yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
Man, I went to court the other day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in under charges of illegal residence
An Alien, in a foreign land, Uncle Sam
Watch me go back to my land, the land of thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists
Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...
Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter
Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters
That's they value, that's what they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah
What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came
With that machette, it's your turn
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' at the Mardis Gras who gets the last laugh hahaha...
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee"
Winderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true
So I hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip
For the righteous situation, interpretation of degradation
You race relation and education, segregation, emancipation
Capitalization, inteagration not separation. Yo free the Haitians...
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...
 Yo!
 One time!
I was born by the river in a tenement
And oh.. my poor mother, she could hardly pay the rent
It's been a long a long time coming
But I know oohh.. a change is going to come
Awww yes, it will
 Two time!
Yeah, it's been too hard living and I'm afraid to die 
I don't know what's out there, yeaah, yeaaah.. beyond the sky
Say it Wyclef, Say it
 Check it out, uh uh, Awww Ma
Yo, See I go oohh.. to my brother
And I say brother, help me please
And he winds up, he winds up, knocking me, knocking me
Yeah, huh.. back down on my knees Ohhh!
 Three time!
It's been times when I didn't think that I would last for long
But now we think they're bound... to carry on
This has been the Fugees: L Boogie, Prize Well, Wyclef
The Refugees are OUT!
Ready Or Not! Here I come! You can't hide!
Gonna find you! And take it slowly!
Ready Or Not! Here I come! You can't hide!
Gonna find you! And make you want me!
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, I tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
Run you for your Range Rover, Like that!
Leave you in a broken Nova, Like that!!
Buffalo soldier! Dreadlock rasta!
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one unusual suspect
A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get?
Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
Body as a Q-Tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
Or get marked, like a narc, as The Beast in Nu Yok 
From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of
Brooklyn-Marcy
All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!
Illegal aliens, them all run invasions
Broadcasting all over your radio stations 
Mathematics, lead me to believe there's mysteries in numbers
Lightning and thunder
Enough ribbons in the sky  to make Stevie Wonder
And man it works, to say I come from down under 
The wiz kid got no ride; You frontin' at the bar 
You ain't a star; you rolled up in somebody else's car 
You know the deal!
BMW, Black Man Walking,
came home your
Timberlands was talkin'! 
Niggas jealous cause the truth I said in Zealots
Well let me tell it...Without Premier you couldn't sell it!!!
We 'bout to set it, Yes! Yes! Jericho Sound! L-Boogie you know what I'm sayin?
We gonna come like Star Wars, you know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it!
1997 to the year 2001! Ichi-Bang!  Even in Japan!
Yo, L you know the flavor! Battle star galactical!
Who wanna battle?! Battle star galactical!
Come on!  You know the flavor! Jericho Allstars
You know what I'm saying? You know, like the
V
Remember V, the old show we used to watch that?
Yo...You know what I mean?! We 'bout to set it!
Know what I'm sayin'! We 'bout to take y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?!
Remember
Mork & Mindy
?  We used to sit back,
Happy Days
You know what I'm saying?  We 'bout to set it, but yo!
Kids ain't playin' that no more, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas packin' pistols, once you hear the whistle, we 'bout to set it!
You know what I mean?  Yo!  You know the flavor!  You know what I mean?!
Yo man!  You know what I'm saying?! Good Times, J.J....
It's a lovely day in my neighborhood come on, Snuffy up in here It's a lovely day in my neighborhood 
It's all good 
Prazwell up in here, in my neighborhood
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Y'all didn't know Refugees was up in here
One time, Refugees up in here
We gon' do it like this
One time
We in the house
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him and listen for a while
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish, but he just kept right on...
Yo L-Boogie, take it to the bridge
Strumming my pain
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
 Vocab baby, vocab!
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles?
You got the giggles, they got the giggles
Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles
Who got the giggles man? Who got the giggles man?
Who got the giggles man? Everybody got the giggles...
Its time to settle the score!
“Ready or not, Refugees taking over”
“‘Cause we soft spoken, doesn’t mean that we forgotten”
“Now we, permanently one”
“And one day you will be gotten”
Soldiers, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, left, left, left
I creep like a theif, no doubt the man's swift
I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef
You stand stiff and got the nerve to let your man riff
And start flakin' like dandruff
C'mon son my steelo's tight
Cause by far I'm the best producer on the mic
Born to write, analytical conceptions
With precision and leave lyrical incisions
BING!
Hahahaha... 
*dialing*
*ringing*
Lauryn: Hello?
Wyclef: Yo, it's me
Lauryn: Hey, what's going on?
Wyclef: Nothing, i'm here in Haiti
Lauryn: What you doing?
Wyclef: I'm playin with my kid
Lauryn: *laughs*
Wyclef: So, uh...
Lauryn: What's the deal?
Wyclef: I'm here with Pras
Pras: Yeah
Lauryn: Yo, Pras, what's going on?
Pras: I'm here with Wyclef in Haiti
Lauryn: Yeah
Wyclef: Yeah, man
Pras: We playin with my kid
Wyclef: *laughs* Fuck you man!
Pras: Fuck you!
*both laughs*
*cell phone rings*
Khalis: Hello, CNN news, how may i help you?
Wyclef: Yo, hello, it's Wyclef, i'm here with Pras
Pras: Yeah, man
Wyclef: We calling you to stop your fucking news
Pras: Yeah
Wyclef: It's suck
Khalis: Man, let me talk to you...
Wyclef: No, it's suck
Pras: Yeah, it's suck
Khalis: OK then
*Khalis hangs up*
 - 
Yo! Yo! What?!
I heard he sang a good song, yeah!
Yo...I heard he had a style
And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile! 
What?! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!...And there he was, this young bra!
Ha-Ha! Stranger to my eyes! 
 -  {Pras in brackets}
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo! 
Singing my life with his words...Two times!  {Come on!}
Killing Me Softly With His Song...Killing Me Softly! {Yo! Unh-uh! Unh-unh-
Unh-unh!}
With His Song, telling my whole life! {Ha! Unh, unh!}
With his words, Killing Me...Softly! Yo, yo...Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo!
{Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo, unh!}
With His...Song!   - Wyclef
*club music, crowd background*
Rashad:
YO, YO, LET ME TURN OUT THE MUSIC ON!
*turntables screech on*
Rashad:
YO, WHAT'S THE DEAL?
IT'S THE DJ RASHAD MUHAMMAD
LET ME TAKE OVER MY GUN...
*gun cocking*
Rashad:
...AND WE DEATH, BITCHES!
*gunshots, crowd screaming*
*Rashad laughs*
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
96
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side
No the n***er dies
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
(You've got to know when to hold them
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mama Makusa
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side
No the n***er dies
No Woman, AY!  No Woman, Ay!  No Woman, No Woman, No Cry!
No Woman, No Cry!  {No Woman, No Cry!}
Yeah...Refugees up in here...
 - 
Little darlin'  
Don't shed no tears!............
NO WOMAN, NO CRY!!!   - Steve
Verse three: prazwell, wyclef
Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
If it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle
Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of abraham
This land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
Ihhhh, feel injection
Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
Oh you wanna hang with old eddie kane? 
Ain't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like louis armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm
Mr. slaaaaaave maaaaan!
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg viking so you know I'm top ranking phil
Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause I've been rockin ever since eighty-two
When I used to rock my pumas...
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all 
Yo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse fugee comin around de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin romancin freakin at night!
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
Mona lisa...
...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a libra y'all 
And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody 
 & Fugees]
 I got the vocab
 You know they got the vocab
 Word, we got the vocab
 Aiyyo peeps, grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
 Yeahh, we got the vocab
 You know y'all got the vocab
 Yeahh, they got the vocab
 Aiyyo, bros grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
 Word, y'all got the vocab
 Aiyy, I know y'all got the vocab
 Word, they got the vocab
 Aiyyo, sisters grab the mic and show you got the gift of gab
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, YEAH!!
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence
They brought me in another charges of a legal residents
And L-E-N, on a foreign land, a ????
Watch me go back to my land and then there will be a thing
Gorillas in the mist, where everything, and the light becomes a priest
They put up they guard, they pump up they fists
Now I'm number one on they motherfuckin' hit-list...
Goin' down for first degree of manslaughter
Makin' change out of emcee's makin' them outta quarters
That's they value, that's what they worth
Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah
What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came
With that machette, it's your turn
It's not funny, but twenty a month is what you earn baby
Well I'm as cool to ya the mic I'm checkin' comin' from my temple
With a message, to deliver, but the back is very simple
I'm the girl "Yankee" rollin' wit' the kids from Haiti
Coolin' as a mighty grab who gets the last laugh hahaha...
You bite size with my Haitian from they stinks as my "Yankee"
Wonderin' who was the first to pull over girl as soon as it came out son
My history - a hypocrite, so what we gonna do?
The dope is dope is only get the man since that is true
So hip-hip with my lip as I rip with a felt tip
With a righteous situation, interpretation, a graduation
Your ventilation, and education, segregation, emancipation
A capitalization, it's agration, not separation, ya breath the Haitians...
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I...
Crown Heights 
Cease the violence 
A moment of silence 
For those who died 
Public Enemy 
Number one 
Fredric Douglass 
Harriet Tubman 
?? 
Bob Marley 
Prazwell 
To my man Khalid 
Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
And keep your heads nappy
How many mics do we rip on the daily?
You crossed the line; now there’s no coming back
MCs are getting sucked into my intergalactical pull
I’m the article don’ya on your arse
If you get the microphone, nigga, you better say pass that
Need no questions, and I'm telling you no lies
If you lookin' at me wrong, this goes under for your eyes
Realize you can't knock this, cuz my style's obnoxious
It's gaseous, I'm turning all ya'll wack patients to ashes
This thing's created, debated, from here to Asia
Mind of rhyme, must find your vocabulary kind of
Ordinary, my guitar shit is scary, maybe we're legendary
We roll blunts like Bob Marley, and
You didn't know but Sugar Hill, it was a band
My man, know your history before you try to sham, or
Shimmy coco pop, fronting niggas need to stop
Until the T.O.P.'s where you find the Refugees
Free like Jamaicans when they're feeling irie
So, Wyclef, won't you touch it?
For your rhymers
You ain't a rapper
Your vocab can't extend
Access, freestyle, need no practice
Ask the methodist, ask the methodist
Too many MC's but they didn't get the picture
So you say you see me like Line the Reacher
Body executed right on the
I don't take it as an insult
See these dimensions and extensions will secure my future pension
When I mention corporate lynchin's like the cowboys did to Indians
The intentions of the devil is to cause me hypertension
So stay gold like Stevie Wonder, don't blunder like OJ Simpson
Wyclef Jean:
Don't blunder like OJ Simpson, thsi is a freestyle
Wyclefm so let me freak you for a while
I eat pork from a fork
Add an extra bar
Sona una balada una bala de venjança..
Sona una balada una bala de venjança..
Sona una balada una bala de venjança..
..menja-li la rosa i regala-li la llança!
No hi ha medició sense subjecte que medeixi
Si no hi ha metge públic, no hi haurà pas qui ens guareixi
Un massatge clitorial que fa que la dona gaudeixi
No la polla de la que tant parles: fal.locèntric..!
Sona una balada una bala de venjança..
Sona una balada una bala de venjança..
Sona una balada una bala de venjança..
..menja-li la rosa i regala-li la llança!
Ehigriurir
Me pregunto si hay vida antes de la muerte...
Quieren que les vayas detrás sin ser nadie
No sé si es destino o es cuestión de suerte
No fuerces si no quiere ir al puto baile
Me preguntan cuándo me voy a centrar
Colegas y ex-novias tienen hijos ya 
Debe ser que me quieren monetizar
Però sóc de mercat de barri no de Goldman Sachs
Fuck publicidad engañosa
Fuck ilusión de eternidad
Fuck la ciudad, fuck su risa contagiosa… 
Me quedo muy a gusto cuando cierro cosas
Necessito un temps per agafar més aire
I respirar del camí recorregut
Marxar de casa i olorar una nova flaira
Emportar-me l’àvia fins al Caire
O en un paisatge amb natura abundant
I opertura constant per la creació de vida
Em sento més viu si aquell arbre em crida:
La fulla ballant la fulla caiguda la fusta podrida
Ell n'és el causant, de que ens anem auto-eliminant
De que em faci més gran...
Mai tornaré a trobar el sentit dels entreteniments que ens treuen la consciència
Que ens treuen la importància mentres ell ens va avançant
Mai de la vida diguis mai de la vida! 
És temps de brillar, estic per fallar i aixecar-me
Vaig néixer al ‘94; qui vol batallar-me?
Honro la cultura que em va ensenyar a estimar-me
Volen crucificar-me perquè es respira flava a l’aire
Sang del Caire en venes, trets de taifa
Coneixement que amaina paisa de sota terra
Tapo esquerdes amb experiències mil·lenàries
Ets tant cregut que et falta l’actitud; Get better
Salut militar, salut de 21 armes pels que es busquen les faves
Un amor als meus pares que van educar-me
La vida va trencar-me amb onze i amb dinou
Ara polze avall i flow, ho porto cru al show
Porto fe pels nens que l’han perdut al món
Hip Hop real no teatres de bufons
Líriques que arrasen com tifons
Estimar el proïsme per comprendre egoisme
El ritme em guia, obrir un llibre o deixar consciència lliure?
Dues monedes en conques i encendre la pira
Seguir el curs del riu evadint-me en guspires
Vell que té a prop Judes ho sospita, diable que sap per la dita
Cauen bombes a la franja de Gaza i algun no madura
I vols donar lliçons de vida? Vinga tira
Fer-se gran no és drogar-se sense mesura
Projectar l’ànima en escriptura
Deixar-los sentats fent-se preguntes
Sonen fatal perquè no treuen punta als dubtes
Més criminal que corruptes putes abusant de la ignorància buscada
Tiro amb una jornada mal pagada, això no em preocupa
Sinó veure els meus en una ocupa
No per estigma sinó per sentiment de culpa
La seva aura evocava ràbia després de l’acte...
La coca que es fotia la tenia perduda
Porto anys fent amb mi pactes que trenco a l’acte
L’au creu ser lliure en l’espai que ocupa la gàbia
M’oblido de coses que hauria de recordar-me’n...
Serà coses de les astes i estudiar-me massa
Un petó a cada àvia… ple estiu les noies van maques amb falda
Em sincero tot i que no falto a una futura mare
Braus com un toro, la meva no va criar un tonto
Bavosos sarnosos, cercles viciosos
Faltes de respecte...em sobrepassa
La droga té els xavals als ossos
Gravada l’olor d’aquell carrerons on gestaven els seus cossos
Ara ja són adults, alguns cultes
D’altres busquen indults sense anotar un punt
Acostat i fes botar el teu cul
Estudio la ciència per no caure en peripècies d’adolescència
La situació està tèbia però en qualsevol moment canvia:
Et veus amb una mà davant i darrere l’altre!
La sola a la carretera està marcada, sé com desmarcar-me
Recordo els perduts vacil·lant la colla…
Al cap de 7-30 parlaven soles les mirades
Intentar buscar brega amb nosaltres seria una bajanada
Ens criticaven perquè ens drogàvem
I qui no es droga si vas ebri per la Baldiró!
Érem d’escola pública per això República
Deixa de penjar-te medalles, nadó!
Putos pijos de privada, ara estan a les andades
Que en sabràs del camí si t’ho ha donat tot el papa
Papanates! Els carrers són nostres des de que tu estudiaves
Serem del mateix poble però nosaltres ens hem criat amb macarres…
Estem malcriant rates
Eh, eh? et queda clar o no?!
Estem malcriant rates!
What? what?
Que es posa dempeu agafant lo seu
Un megàfon vell, un planell, un segell
I amb la pell en sang, aclarint la seva veu
Alça la bandera d'un estrella i una creu, i crida:
“És temps de revolució! Atureunos si podeu!
Es temps de revolució, no en noteu la sensació? Alcem la nostra veu!
És temps de revolució! Atureunos si podeu!”
She's so foxy
Woah, so foxy now
Woah, woah  
Ooh, ooh
Woah, so foxy now
Woah, woah  
Ooh, ooh
... Rapejos de poble i de barri!
Deixaré de rapejar el dia que la familia falli
M'han rescatat del WC quan estava tumbat pàlid
Deixaré de respirar el dia quel boombap pari, got it?
Sempre un hombro quan et calgui
Tinc una família i uns amics perquè m'escalfin
Sóc poc afectiu però un bon tio perque hi confiin:
Si mai et falta de res, diga’m-ho i et robo un Condis!
Omple’m el got fins que vessi!
Estafa’m, somriu com el Messi!
Re-Fugees un riu per on passi
Diu per on passi que parin i resin
Passin i vegin, paguin i visquin
Passen els anys, segueixen de wiskys
Passen els bons sense quens avistin
Fam esperant a que Pac ens revisqui
Serem els últims en riure
Que el temps passa amb calma per donar-te el que ha de vindre
I la dalla sempre arriba
El cel em repeteix que valori la família. x2
Tots per ser coherents tirem de simbologia
Busquem la transcendència en ciència o la mentida
Uns triem el carrer, el hip hop, de forma de vida
Afrontar la mort de manera productiva..
I un altre dia bombes en noms de divinitats
Res millor que propietats expliquen la morgue
Un pla comú i cadascú una realitat subjectiva
Lak explica per trobar vida Post Mortem
Tot i el que creus has de tocar de peus a terra
Tot i el que veus has de saber el que no pots veure
Tot i els teus Déus has de conèixer i fer el teu deure
Resa-li a qui vulgui pero mante la ment oberta 
Tu agafat la teva com creguis que no ens importa
Aquí agafem els rems per allò que si ens importa
La religió ens insulta però li donem la volta:
Processos dialèctics contra fake física absurda 
Són contraris que es delaten com falsos que s’oloren a distància
Nom o nombre, compra-venta de mà d’obra
Per ells tot, per tu si de cas les sobres
Home o dona: dicotomía insulsa
Generes dubtes? O respons preguntes?
Jo m’he ajuntat amb el Gerard i me’n resol bastantes
Xerrant a un racó qualsevol fins les tantes
Monopoli: del pà i de les armes
La mateixa mà que et dóna de menjar ara et mata
Sacrificis perquè la cosa avanci
Avanti, ho diria Gramsci
Actual intelectual té el cap de plàstic
Allau cultural en contra d’un capital tant líquid
Li vinguin crisis 365 / Living in crysis 365
Puc ser feliç amb una simple bici..
I si no m’arriba per pagar el pis
Sense sostre per dret o negoci
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay!
Tinc dret a tenir ganes d’assassinar al rei
May day may day el vaixell s’enfonsa
La teva pell estarà a la venta en borsa
Força de treball, orgull marxista
Si la lluita no és multidisciplinar s’enquista
Una llista amb quatre famílies per país
No ténen un troç, ells reparteixen el pastís
Reparteixen el pastís que et farà més infeliç
No penso en la Matrix per això em mata de bon matí
La silueta que jeu a terra pintada amb guix
És conseqüència del seu monopoli ruin, b*tch
“Estàs despedit!” em van dir, penso en money
Sense pela fuck it, ningú paga per mi
A costa de benefici propi?
Estem colmats d’odi, són temps de codis
Criat amb valors estúpids, honey
Explotació humana com a hobbie
Et tracten d’esclau com a Dobby
A pases d’un Ronin
La darrera de Març, som-hi
Paraules de l’Arcadi
Bilderberg no és una proesa son
Més aviat una merda per distreuret i robar-te el son
Troba el teu opi fins que et trobis
Trenca els grillets, que els follin
Creixent en terreny fèrtil
4 fent rap es venen a lo fácil, homie
Estic lluny dels protocols per ser un inútil
En termes tàntrics
Sé perquè lluito pots quedar-te el ferrari
Et porto a un altre món com un armari
El llop estepari
El Hip Hop per mi és seminari
Cuido el missatge pel públic
Que odia el capitalisme ranci...
Però que somia amb feixos gordos cridan KILLUMINATI
One for the trouble, two for the MC’s
Three for the ladies, fuck all you wannabees! x2
Recordo quan era petit.. 
Quan en complía quinze crec que ja em desconeixia
Vaig anar creant un personatge, una careta
Que després voldria desfer i que no podría
Dins meu algo es podría i de dolor es nodria
Aquell nen tendre es feia gran i ara es moria
I volia: luxes i vicis, tenir edificis, fer sacrificis que el beneficiarien..
Després al créixer vaig trobar-me amb els problemes
Que la mentalitat que se'm creava plantejaven
Havia estat forjant consolidant unes cadenes:
Idealitzant, cristal·litzant mentre somiàvem
Es vam anar a dalt d'una roca a meditar:
Volíem netejar amb el Kouga dins la nostra ànima
Lluny de la porquería de el somni americà..
..passen els anys i passem pàgina amb la rima..
El meu germà no va poder fer
La matrícula a la uni..
No per la nota sinó per la puta money..
Des de llavors que només busco gent que sumi:
La ràbia s'acumula i es va convertint en odi
Abans fes el que fes volia el podi: peti qui peti
Fent un poti poti o adornant-ho de confeti
Sóc un tikismikis encara que dissimuli;
Que sigui verosímil si vols que escolti la peli!
Després de reconèixer-me al mirall canvia la movie
Comença a preocupar-me l'ocupar-me de lo pròpi
L'oprobi, dels enemies en els seus iris
Em va realitzar i va fer feliç: el meu paradís!
One fo' the trouble, two for the emcees
Passo del que diguis no demano permís!
One for the bubble, two for the peace
Ara que em conec reclamo part del pastís!
Me estoy volviendo loco
Y no por un polo Lacoste, colonias de Hugo Boss o p*tas con labios de botox
No soy de pasarme el dia viendo la Fox
Mis amigos parecen cyborgs, hombres buenos quedan pocos
El tiempo escapa mientras ahorro para comprar la moto
Sabiendo que algo me puede matar de un momento a otro
Mi Cleopatra solo piensa en hacerse fotos y me trata como si el problema fuéramos nosotros..
No soy Sinatra mi amor, no canto baladas a masas drogadas que van buscando calor
El viento sopla a favor, pero tengo las horas contadas
Voy a vivir la vida como yo me la esperaba ¿que mejor?
Que estar tirado en el salón
Mirar la televisión hasta entrar en una depresión
Solo los veo gritar para llevar la razón
Y para eso ya oigo a mis vecinos, han tenido cada discusión..
..loco broncas de las fuertes, de esas que ya no sabes ni que decirle al verles
La mierda es la de siempre, nada cambia, llega el viernes
Y el domingo el riñón ya se está quejando del finde siguiente..
Siempre en las mismas, haciendo de las nuestras
Cambiando paradigmas con canciones de protesta
Si te despistas harán que vivas de las muestras
De sixpacks, de HX Tags: tú dices si sumas o restas..
La clave está en exigir más que el resto
En cuidar bien tu puesto y no dar nada por supuesto
Aquí muchos se creen los reyes cuando vienen puestos
Pero se quedan sin fuelle si se topan con los nuestros
Tu cuida tus amigos
Mantén cerca tus enemigos pero haz en paz tu recorrido..
Y si oyes alguien decir que el hip hop está jodido..
Es por qué no nos ha conocido: Sherwood!
And I’m happy, and I’m happy, and I’m happy!
Que et volen trist, lligat, submís, veure cremar la flor de lis
Per no mostrar la cara B d’on ve el diner dels teus “papis”
Però estic per sobre aquesta “bitch”, a mi el diner no em fa feliç
Educaré als nens més petits i fugiré “a lo” J.D..
Estic per sobre aquesta bitch. x8
Sempre he tingut la necessitat de ser algú
De ser important per la gent del meu voltant, com tu
Ara estic flotant en un altre pla astral
Esperant el moment oportú
Passen a la història les guerres imperialistes
Ja no hi ha feixisme ni amenaces terroristes
Allò que es vol es fa sense aixecar la vista:
Ja no hi ha ni rastre d'aquell lastre consumista
Mare ho sento si no torno aquesta nit!
Si ho veig necessari m’enduré una bala al pit
M’has de perdonar que em despedeixi en un escrit
Però som l’últim que queda en aquest sistema podrit
Lakov dóna’m cobertura, Pauhead avança’m amb cura
Si donem caça als que queden valdrà la pena el patit
No serà una feina fàcil, encenem els 5 sentits
Fem-ho pels que ens han deixat, que no caiguin a l’oblit!
Aquells joves moririen les seves idees no
Una espelma a la familia i una a la revolució
Perquè un indret ideal era la meta, la missió:
El monopoli ho sabia i en volia divisió
Per un canvi de visió feien del rap les seves armes
No pretenien  més que llegir sense problemes
No pretenien més que el somriure a les seves mares
Aquella nit sería el ball de pals de talls de màscares
 - Tens el foc?
 - Tinc el foc
 - Preparat?
 - Tot a lloc
 - Comencem
 - Poc a poc
 +  - Molotovs!
 - I una Glock!
 - Sona el “tic”!
 - Sona el “toc”!
 - És moment!
 +  - Res o tot!
++ - Fem un últim glop, trenquem el tauler del joc!
Acabem amb el món ràpid
Estem cansats però no hi ha qui ens pari, no hi ha qui ens mani
Busquem un racó càlid
El Hip-Hop és el riu que acabarà ‘sent tsunami
Acabem amb el món ràpid
Estem cansats però no hi ha qui ens pari, no hi ha qui ens mani
Busquem un racó càlid
Aquí lluitem i farem el que sigui necessari
*"Nappy heads" ringtone*
Pras: Hello?
Wyclef: Yo, Pras, it's me
Pras: Wyclef, what's the deal?
Wyclef: I'm just here at the car
Pras: What's the deal?
Wyclef: I'm here to listenin track number 2
Pras: Blunted on reality?
Wyclef: Yeah
Pras: OK, man, why you calling me?
Wyclef: I'm calling you to do a freestyle
Pras: For real?
Wyclef: Yeah
Pras: OK, man, you start
Wyclef: OK, yo, yo, check it out
*Wyclef raps into at the end*
*both laughs*
-          ¿no t’ha semblat que en les darreres hores... han canviat certes coses?
-        No te n’adones que cada acció aporta unes conseqüències que al final acaben esdevenint accions de nou?
-          Quan fas una passa al front... fixa’t en que el sender... s’escurça... i te n’adones que cap creença... pot alliberar-te de la mort
-          ... de totes maneres un ha d’entendre que som éssers socials, podem aferrar-nos al que sigui... això si.. no sense la calor dels nostres i un esperit.. de ferro...
-          Després d’aprendre tot això estic fet un sant lio..
-          No et ratllis bro, alguna cosa en treurem..
-          Eh, en veritat, podríem fer una cançó per explicar-ho!
-          Si tio!
-          Tu però un moment.. vosaltres creieu que transmetre aquests coneixements.. farà feliç algú?
-          Tu que en penses Mugen?
 Tu, me cago en la p*ta!
+ Què passa, boig?
 Acabo de passar per la rotonda d’aquí al costat i m’han tornat a parar aquests cerdos!  Obrint-me el maletero, posant-me la mà als ous..
 Haha! Vaya cerdos! S’haurien de rentar les mans per tocar-te els ous!
 Si,si, hasta l’obridor m’han tret! A la porta de me p*ta casa!
  Klaaa neen, si no vas amb un pur Cayenne en aquest poble no entres sas!
  Si, si, poca broma, d’aquí res ens foten fora
 Em cago en l’ajuntament, la seva p*ta poli i el PDeCat!
Dónal-s’hi un motiu per a actuar
Dónal-s’hi un motiu per a allargar la seva mà:
Tot el que els envolta es desfarà
Per això donen l’esquena a tot allò que no els afecta
I això no és just, we do need help
No ets tot el que ets per sort ni t’ha caigutt del cel;
La història es troba plena d’opressions, inhumanitat
Amagat a tot el que sempre s’ha ensenyat
No puc creure en cap mena de justificació
Més que l’egocentrisme cec per la preocupació
Per la pèrdua de possessió. Sento que canviar això
D’ara en endavant és la única missió
Per això ensenyo als nens respecte
Demostro que el que passa al món a ells també els afecta
Que tot pot començar per l’aleteig d’aquest insecte:
Que no hi ha sort tot és causa i efecte…
La llavor que cau al terra de l’hort
No seria forta si el terra no és fort:
Si tu has germinat en lloc de bona mort
No em parlis de sort des de la zona de confort. x2
:
Vola, vola, bon vent, bon vent
Disfruto del passat però no l’oblido en el present
I ara vola, vola, bon vent, bon vent
Get that shit pumpin’, get that shit pumpin’. x2
I know someday we'll find a way
For the right words to say
Our love is here to stay
Chorus:
I'll always be here for you
I think i'm falling for you
It's only you 
I think i love you..
Yo, yo, what?
I heard he sang a good song, yeah
Yo, I heard he had a style
And so, I came to see him and listen for awhile
What? And there he was, this young bra
Stranger to my eyes
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo
Singing my life with his words, two times
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Strummin' my pain
Yes, he was singing my life with his words, two times
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life, with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Si te pudiera agarrar te comera la boca a besos
Te besara as...
Nia, dame un besito, rico y sabrosito
Que lo quiero asi
Asesina rompiste mi corazn
Asesina te aprovechas de lo que sos
Te pido que me des un beso
Y te alejas
Asesina rompiste mi corazn
Asesina, te burlas de mi amor
Te pido que me des un beso
Y te alejas
Parmaklarıyla acımı tıngırdatıyor 
Kelimeleriyle hayatımı şarkı söylüyor
Beni yavaşça şarkısıyla öldürüyor
Beni yavaşça şarkısıyla öldürüyor
Tüm hayatımı kelimeleriyle anlatıyor
Beni yavaşça şarkısıyla öldürüyor
A dedication to all the refugees worldwide
One time say, say, say
I remember when we used to sit in the government yard in Brooklyn
Observing the crookedness as it mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had
Good friends we've lost along the way
In this great future you can't forget your past, So dry your tears
I say And to my peeps who passed away
No woman, no cry, no woman no cry, say say say
Hey little sister don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say
I remember when we used to rock in a project yard in Jersey
And little Georgie would make the firelight
As stolen cars passed through the night
And then we'd hit the corner store for Roots, paper, and brew
My drink's my only remedy
For pain of losing family, but while I'm gone Shorty
Everything's gonna be alright, everything's gonna be alright
Fugees come to the dance tonight, everything's gonna be alright
O everything's gonna be alright
The gun man's in the house tonight
But everything's gonna be alright
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
No woman no cry, no woman no cry
Hey, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry say say say
I remember when we used to sit in a government yard in Trenchtown
The hypocrites as they mingled with the good people we meet
Good friends we had Oh good friends we've lost
Along the way hey
In this great future
You can't forget your past so dry your tears I say
And no woman no cry. No woman no cry say say say
Hey, little sistser, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry and to my peeps who passed away
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
Oh ah oh ah
We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right 'cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern
And make sure it fit so now when I go and see with she
I thought the pirates through a telescope
And bomb 'em like it's make believe
Blow me my sword, I out for my protection
'Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey, guy the loot the booty
I formed like a ram, I gave an ultimatum
And told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me
He tried to bust right and so I took it upon myself
To make the brother walk the plank
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Fo' to the fo' to the fi fe come, I smell the blood of
An Englishman run son, ya, see the man cannot understand
The hammer and the barrel hum, so when I get them someone
Will know where the hell I'm from
'Cause I'm sprayin' M C's
With my mack ten machine gun, the hand that rocks will
Be the hand of the gun bum, rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Is the drop of my snare drum, freakin' is the beat of my tum, tum
Makin' M C's walk like a doggy, hah, hah
I'll make them walk like a doggy, it's like the blunt to the phillie
The ganja to the sessy, you can't write a rhyme
Without the roots mentality
'Cause ain't no Milli, Vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
To rhyme so dope, I made up my own vocabulaby, skilly
Missed it from a bomber tacky lackin' all the bum
That get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheers
But the chant from my peers
That I know are really down with me, cheers
Now that I mean those that been since the beginnin'
'Cause some of y'all cut out when it started rainin'
Now check me at the movies, I'm rollin' like Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite, eh
Tell all your friend, friend, watch all your friend, friend
'Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I carry my bit
You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the lip
So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book, you know you got to get off bricks man
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this
'Cause we were far, from reality
Lauryn Hill:
Oooh La La La
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La
It's the natural LA that the Refugees bring
Oooh La La La La La La
Lalala La Laaah
Sweeeeet Thing
Oooh La La La
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La
It's the natural LA that the Refugees bring
Oooh La La La La La La
Lalala La Laaah
Sweeeeet Thing
On est tu alé? Ami, nu on est lá
On est tu alé? Ami, nu on est lá
On est tu alé? Ami, nu on est lá
On est tu? On est tu? On est tu?
Raps en nits negres... Arriben de cendres en racons
Com petons tendres. Cago merda
I escric sense cigarres verdes
Sóc Hip-Hop de dilluns a Di... Vendre's, no
Diuen que som així per les esquerdes però ho som més per tapar-les
Per reconèixеr errors i escoltar-te quan parlеs
Es fiquen merda dintre el nas
mentre jo escolto Nas
Pensant-me que el món és nostre, però no ho és pas
Si em pentina el cap el sostre poc m'importa mentre el ritme sigui nostre...
No estic parlant de música, estic parlant de vida
A costa de ningú no tindré un barco a la costa, massa-soltes
Estat mental: Cardhu. Estat mental: jo amb tu
El cor i el cap a 2015: Katmandú
Re-Fugees sona dur, què hem de fer amb tu si ni amb la teva crew podeu sonar tan cru?
Sixpacks amb setze, addictes des dels tretze
Cultura basura que ens educa en el sexe
He trobat un nexe, bona gent honesta. Ara fem la music per liquidar la bèstia
Són ja velles amistats que no vec, no sé expressar amb paraules que m'he tornat fred
Com t'ho explico tet? Is Pauhead
Amb els canell red, fuck that
Sóc un incomprés
Li donen massa al bec, com anar de camells
Pillo blunts a "Bon Aire", els pijos no volen parlar-ne
Els cercles canvien, vec tantes coses en la distància
Estic cansat de la pasta, de perdre hores dedicades a una jornada
Tinc ganes de fer el que m'agrada
Menjar-me el món com una magrana
Menjar-li i saber que es desgrana
Tinc dies que vaig a desgana
Perquè el meu dolor mai sana
Tinc una malaltia insana
Es deterioren les setmanez
Preocupats per què surtin canes
I hi ha gent preocupada per no rebre una bala
Mama Àfrica
Deixat de tantes gilipollades
Ciutats centralitzades, barris marginats
Talent desaprofitat, adults en l'obscuritat donan-te la palmada
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and make you want me
Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake
Those who could relate know the world ain't cake
Jail bars ain't golden gates
Those who fake, they break
When they meet their 400-pound mate
If I could rule the world
Everyone would have a gun in the ghetto of course
When giddyup n on their horse
I kick a rhyme drinking moonshine
I pour a sip on the concrete, for the deceased
But no don't weep, Wyclef's in a state of sleep
Thinking bout the robbery that I did last week
Money in the bag, banker looked like a drag
I want to play with pelicans from here to Baghdad
Gun blast, think fast, I think I'm hit
My girl pinched my hips to see if I still exist
I think not, I'll send a letter to my friends
A Born Again hooligan only to be king again
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and make you want me
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest
No stress, if you don't smoke sess, lest
I must confess, my destiny's manifest
In some Gore Tex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless
Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess
Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, yes
Bless you if you represent the Fu
But I'll hex you with some witch's brew
If you're doo-doo, voodoo
I can do what you do, easy, believe me
Fronting niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees
So while you're imitating Al Capone, I'll be Nina Simone
And defecating on your microphone
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
Gonna find you and take it slowly
You can't run away
From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby
Cause I got a lot, oh yeah
And anywhere you go
My whole crew's gonna know baby, hey baby
You can't hide from the block, oh no
Ready or not, refugees taking over
The Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta
On the twelfth hour, fly by in my bomber
Crews run for cover, now they're under pushing up flowers
Superfly true lies, do or die
Toss me high ? only puff la
With my crew from lock high
I refugee from Guantanamo Bay
Dance around the border like I'm Cassius Clay
]
Uh huh
Don't let me fall down
Come on
Understand me
Take off 
Take off 
Take off 
Take off  
" Fugeez Back" C'est une chanson du Caribbéen Duo, "Blacdammurs" est un Duo de Port-au-Prince, Haïti, créé en 2017. Le Duo est composé de Deux rappeurs, connus par leurs noms de scène, Young Dor , Haitian loco Genre musical: / pop / hip hop / trap/ pop rock /
"DESCRIPTION OU A PROPOS DE LA  PISTE"
Ce titre "Fugees back " est en l'honneur du célèbre groupe "Fugeez" Est un groupe qui évolue dans le hip hop, Pour nous Fugeez est un icon et pour le monde "Fugeez Back" est le premier single de Blacdammurs, Group antillaise, est une chanson enregistrée par le Duo "Blacdammurs" sotir Le / 24/5/2018 /
Album: single
Genre: Pop rock
Titre.  : Fugees back
"Fugees"est un groupe de hip hop américain qui a connu la gloire au début des années 1990. Leur répertoire comprenait des éléments de hip hop, de soul et de musique caribéenne, en particulier du reggae. Les membres du groupe étaient le rappeur / chanteur / producteur Wyclef Jean, le rappeur / chanteur / producteur Lauryn Hill et le rappeur / producteur Pras Michel. Tirant leur nom du terme réfugié, Jean et Michel sont haïtiens, tandis que Hill est américain. Après la fin du groupe en 2006 les fugues restent en mémoire de tout le monde, nous sortons notre premier single "fuggees back" pour la renommée du groupe 1990
Whoo who-oo
La la la la la la laa
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Yes he was singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Strumming my pain.....
This year, Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'
Robbin' little kids for bags
'Til a lawman got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was goin' down, we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the nigga I be seein' in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin' them motherfuckin' B's on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete
Goddamn, homie!
My mind is playin' tricks on me
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Getting voted in to the White House
Everything looking good to the people of the world
But the Mafia family is my boss
So every now and then I owe a favor getting down
Like letting a big drug shipment through
And send 'em to the poor community
So we can bust you know who
So voters of the world keep supporting me
And I promise to take you very far
Other leaders better not upset me
Or I'll send a million troops to die at war
To all you Republicans, that helped me win
I sincerely like to thank you
’Cause now I got the world swinging from my nuts
And damn it feels good to be a gangsta
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
How many niggas brought they irons tonight? 
How many niggas wanna ride tonight? 
Pick out our victims when the time is right
We get they ass up off the corner 'cause they dyin' tonight
Niggas be all up in my mug
But it's a different story when them muthafuckas coughing up blood
When he died, looking in his eyes, was he as he cried
I bust another cap in his ass and he died, time is 5
Niggas be shootin' the gift like they for real
But when it jumps, they ain't got no murder skills
So Bill just chops 'em down, watch 'em fall
And cut they ass head to toe, jaw to jaw
Draw down, I bet your bitch ass holla
'Cause I'mma put a hole in your head
The size of a half a dollar
Fuck around and get your cap peeled 'cause this is
"Die muthafucka, die muthafucka!" 
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool
"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't talk to police
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
We rely on these streets dawg
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond
Said we don't talk to police
We ain't trustin' in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
Yeah we rely on these streets dawg
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood
We don't talk to police
We rely on these streets dawg
Said we don't talk to police
Yeah we rely on these streets dawg
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
Gettin' tired of waitin'
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
No more player hater
I gotta be free
I wanna be free
Gettin' tired of waitin'
I gotta be free
A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry
I watch tears fall down from their eyes
Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance
They chose the music, so they had to dance
Couldn't tell him nothin, was a player, had to have it
Got caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket
And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in the game
We used to kick it on the ave at night
Comin up tryin to have the finer things in life
But now my boy's gone, I wish he was at home
I wish he wouldn'ta never fell victim to the chrome
So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block, son
You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So long, remember whenever or wherever
Dead or alive, real partners come together
And you know that
November 1st 1966
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I should've been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developed a criminal behavior
Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talking to Borden
You'll never find a mother fucker, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, or crazy, it don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushing up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your motherfucking house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked
I don't give a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a hold to some E&J
Cause when the shit hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic
Say, B
What's up D?
All the hoes mad at us 'cause we ain't paying for the pussy
And fighting over their asses and shit 
Yeah, but that's that other level of the game again
Damn straight
Say, man, while we on the subject of hoes
Whatever happened to the ho you used to fuck named Cathy?
[Verse 5: Bushwick Bill, Scarface,
Willie D
]
Oh, Cathy, that ho was hot
The first piece of pussy that I ever got
She fucked me 'til I was coming
Put my nuts in her mouth and started humming
I said, shit, commence the checking
She started scratching my dillbag and said, "Hold up a second"
Turned me over on my back, gold
Opened up my butt cheeks and started licking out my asshole
That's why I guess that I'm the gangster
And, uh, Kathleen Johnson, sweetheart, I'd like to thank ya
Little hoes out there are getting stuck
By niggas like me and we really don't give a fuck
Big-ass titties and a sexy switch
Whatever you got, you deserved it, bitch
See, uh, I like to take 'em fast
Act like I love 'em and dog their motherfucking ass
Like for instance Ms. P
The bitch ran a game and tried to fuck over me
But I sensed it in the making
Talking about she's pregnant
She said me, of course
So I drug her little ass like a motherfucking horse
That's what you get for trying to play me
I'll kick the bitch smack dead in the ass if she ever say we
Made a kid when I make it
I'll grab her by her motherfucking neck and try to break it
'Cause I know I wore a fucking glove
You know who you fucking with, bitch?
Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie (
Just call me the gangster of love
)
Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie
Gangsta boogie, gangsta boogie (
Just call me the gangster of love
)
Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with this damn thang
Boom boom boom, and I'm about to let freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine trey
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day
The 5th Ward Boys on the motherfucking set
Putting a slug off in your chest
'Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest
Nigga, ratta-tat-tat to your temple
Shit is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple
Jump if you want, nigga, and I'm a have to hurt ya
Murder after murder after goddamn murder
Yo, I'm taking niggas to the promise land
With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn peterman
Lets rock, stupid fuck is fucking it up with Double O, life is stuck up
On the tenth floor, so what you wanna do, ho
Yeah, cause we're checking more motherfuckers, parking more motherfuckers
And killing more motherfuckers than any one of you motherfuckers
While your ho sleeping let's get it on
And get your fucking wig split, fool-ass nigga, now bring it on
I can't see your ass bitch, so you'd better watch your bust or
Take that from a blind handicapped motherfucker
Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor
If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that nigga
Well it's me that nigga D 
That fat square twister, the one who fucked your sister
I made her pussy blister, got a dick in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under my seat ready to put the lead on ya
So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you wanna
'Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
Smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime
A weed-smoking motherfucker, plus I kick doobies
I'm the one that told that nigga to go insane in that Luby's
Ganksta NIP is fucking your daughter, G
I wake up every morning screaming, "Somebody slaughter me"
Step in my path, your ass is void
'Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schizophrenic android
Your mind ain't deep enough, cars can't creep enough
Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough
Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her
I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger
A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest
A whole body is hard to digest
Once I flex, count the next
The hardest I won like recreation of Malcolm X
So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter
Sitting in church, drinking a 40 of holy water
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on
I've been a victim of society
They got me fucked in this whole shit
Niggas running up with M-11's and some mo' shit
It seems to me they wanna start something
But I'm a let this motherfucking 9 break em off something
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Miggity Mike serving em soft from these niggas gats
I guess it's like guerilla warfare
Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for deaf until you make it there
And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killings and slayings, some shit
You fake on your tool and find your homie dead in a ditch
Now the fucking water's getting hot
Homie after homie after homie's getting shot
And niggas are overlookin' the joys of life
.357 with them hollow-point shells in the midnight
Check it—first I walk up on him like I know him
Then, I let my conversation start to ho him
Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business
'Cause niggas always be fucking shit up well it's time to handle they business
He's peeping out my missile as I stand straight
So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape
Come check a nigga gun for his get sound get click
Yo, you shoulda brought it on
3-2 comin' at ya, comin' at ya
Don't make me pull my shit and have to cap ya
With my Glock, I make it go pop, it's a seventeen shot
So a nigga gon drop, a nigga gon drop
You heard me roll a fatty
Now I'm at the window of your cocksucking caddy
So what you wanna do? It's about that time
Pop, pop, pop goes the weasel in my nine
Uh, where your nuts at nigga? You'd better let 'em hang
Cause we can get it on, ho, it ain't no thang, uh
Mo' murder mo' motherfucking merrier
'Cause I be one of the roughest niggas
from the Hiram Clarke area
So quit running your mouth, bitch, you know you can't fade this
Rap-A-Lot south shit
It's the 3-motherfucking-2
So bring on your motherfucking crew bitch, we can get it on
Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator
Leaving a path of destruction like the motherfucking Terminator
Lurking the streets of Hiram Clarke, stalking like a predator
Seventeen shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine
'Cause the nine'll hit your ass every time
Got my motherfucking b-mo, going straight for the dome
Wig-splitting nigga with the finger on the trigger
Sinister, symptoms of a motherfucking killer
B-I-G to the motherfucking M-E
Double L-O's not a motherfucking ho
But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking niggas like dope
Now, bitch, don't choke, cause the dick's down your throat
Getting my blast on, nigga get your ass on
Riggy run your ass home cause I'm a bring it on, homes!
It's the return of the motherfucking dreadlock
Putting fools in headlocks, giving niggas headshots
You don't wanna fuck with me, I ain't that motherfucka
I mean that average, run-of-the-mill ass nigga
You hoes better recognize this nigga that you up against
Mista mista Scarface ain't that nigga to be fucking with
So lay it down niggas, bump it down, or feel the pressure
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's known for taking drastic measures
Quick to rip shit and leave a motherfucker twitching
So niggas make a run once my rifle starts spittin'
Round after round after motherfuckin round
So bitches lay it down, I shut em down, I shut em down
Screaming for vengeance I swear that I meant this descended
Surrender suspended cause, niggas, I meant it
Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation
Still got the mind of a motherfuckin mental patient
I got the chrome to my own dome
But I'm a give you one before I take it home, motherfucka, so, uh
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on, yeah
Bring it on, uh
Bring it on
You'd better murder me, put me to rest
Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin' with my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off, the way I'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm on crack
Before I die cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq
A born loser, some say I'm mindless
If I get pissed off, you leave naked and spineless
Worse than Charles Manson, never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalking last night and killed 300 people
When I woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what I did I killed 300 more, yo
You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small but my nuts are big
The worst thing that you could do is let me keep your fuckin' kids
Cause I'ma teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right, they dyin' tonight
So, uh, ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherfuckin' note that says "Chuckie's got em!"
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
You're lucky that I ain't the president
'Cause I'll push the fuckin' button and get it over with
Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and forth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy
I'll aim one missile at Iraq
And blow that little piece of shit off the map
Yeah,
I wouldn't give a fuck who dies
'Cause I'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in Hell before I enlist
To eat shit out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same fucking uniform
Sores breakin' on my funky ass feet
Skin crawlin' 'cause I ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if I'm comin' home or not
And if I do, I'll probably be shell-shocked
I couldn't get a job, just a free burial
You know how Uncle Sam treat its veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a goddamn star, you can have that shit
Motherfuck a war!
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto B-
Don't fuck with me
I'm an assassin
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Huh
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
I'm an assassin
Say hello to my little friend
Say hello to my little friend
My father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead
Hypocrite, I caught him basin', so I shot him in the head
Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead" is what I said
Then heard the demon screamin' as his body bled
Now I stole from the poor, lied on the man
Dropped the dime, he's doin' time and I don't give a damn
We're not really greedy, we'll help the poor and needy
We'll rock a show and clock some dough, then drink until we're peedy
Drunk on the freeway just the other day
I saw a fine hitch-hiker, and I wanted to play
I pulled off the road, so I could offer a ride
She said "Thanks", I said "No thang," and she got inside
Jivin' as I was drivin', then I asked which direction
She said, "5th Ward", I said "We're from the same section"
Made it to my ave, she got out and said "Thanks"
I said, "Yo babe, like won't you chill and have a couple of drinks?"
We went into my house, and I filled up her glass
She drank and got drunk, that's when I got in that ass
I banged it and banged it until my thang got sore
I said "Honey...", she said "20", I said, "Get out, you fuckin whore!"
She put on her clothes, headed for the door
Then said, "Welcome to the disease there is no cure for"
Then she started runnin' and almost got away
With no clothes I gave chase, makin' sure she'd pay
Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped
Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back
Bare butt-naked I headed for the car
The massacre was from Texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw
Cuttin' and cuttin', he said "Johny, man, she's dead"
On the news they found remains of just an arm and her head
An assassin
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto Boy 
I'm an assassin
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Don't- Don't- Don't fuck with me
Don't- Don't- Don't fuck with me
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
Geto Boy, Geto Boy
We just was buggin', you know what I'm sayin?
Ha-ha-ha, haa-haaa! HA-HAA!
Do- Don't- Don't- D- Don't fuck with m-
You gotta let your nuts hang... ha ha!
Look deep into the eyes of this criminal
I'm gunnin' niggas down, even women too
Back in the game I used to steal shit
Nowadays I don't sneak, you get killed bitch
And I don't give a FUCK about your rep
I got somethin' for your ass if you choose to step
One nigga from the Park comin' hard
Heh, sendin' motherfuckers to the morgue
Steady gettin' paid, pushin' powder
Cakin' motherfuckers sellin' flour
A brother like the Face ain't broke mayne
Hah, I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Just a reminder for those who forgot
A nigga got paid slangin' rocks
Bring on the magaziney people who ban, I won't duck 'em
They ain't never scared me before, so motherFUCK 'EM
You ain't never seen what I seen
Young niggas killin' people, and beatin' up the dopefiends
So if you wanna fuck with me, mayne
You better come prepared, 'cause I'mma let my nuts hang
Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn
Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn
It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin
We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn
And we get the dope out there, mayn
We fuck em up!
And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn
I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn
I'm comin back, mayn
Geto Boys
1990
And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn
I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman
Or a nice guy or goodfella
I'll straight up tell a
Bitch, to suck my dick
Fuck that beatin' around the bush shit
When I go to see a ho
I don't knock at the door, I blow
And if we go to a restaurant I don't let her pick it
Cause she'll try to choose the one most expensive
You don't like it when I walk in the front zone
Well slowpoke ass ho, bring your ass on
You say I disrespect women like I'm crazy
But every woman ain't a motherfuckin' lady
I treat a ho like a ho and a bitch like a bitch
And a lady like a lady
but I don't sip Dom Perrigion
And listen to Luther or Kenny G, it's Geto Boys and Jubilee
You can't catch me holdin' hands in the shopping mall
If I'm wearin' 
You know I'm gettin' them draw's
People call me a lot of things love
But they'll never
accuse me of
Being a motherfuckin' gentleman
I'm not a gentleman
Fuck the motherfuckin' critics
Fuck newspapers, fuck the radio stations
And fuck your parents against rap
We buried y'all fuckin' cockroaches
Fuck— Fuck 'em all
To every motherfucker who diss my crew
I'm sayin fuck you, now what you hoes wanna do?
I got an arsenal in my Blazer, for instance
Some shit that'll shake the ground, so keep your distance
Parents confiscatin' my tapes
Sendin' letters and shit talkin' 'bout how they hate
The album Controversy, they're rebellin'
I don't give a fuck 'cause the shit still sellin'
So this is how the D'll respond
I'ma cuss my ass off for your daughters and sons
And if you don't like it, spouse
You can suck my dick until your lips fall off
I've had it up to here with this bullshit
To each I preach without a pulpit
Pause, I don't do, nails I don't chew
Whenever I fix my mouth to say fuck you
I bury those cockroaches
Promoters took away our tour
Negative press made them insecure
And you wonder why you never see a video
Of the boys from the ghetto
No radio, talkshow, or magazine were we in
And we still in the top 10
You can't beat that with a bat
Huh, Hammer can't touch that
We from the mothafuckin' south
Now what was this bullshit about?
That we had to be from Cali or New York
Anybody can make it that got heart
Trenchcoats and gangster hats got my back
Any nigga around me got to pack
So come on mothafuckas, come on mothafuckas, FUCK!
We can't be stopped!
Geto Boys Geto Boys
My pockets ain't hurting, that's for certain
You see a broke motherfucker, it's a burden
I'm the first motherfucker on the block for the cheese
And I'm the last motherfucker to leave
My pockets ain't hurting, that's for certain
You see a broke motherfucker, it's a burden
I'm the first motherfucker on the block for the cheese
And I'm the last motherfucker to leave
My pockets ain't hurting, that's for certain
You see a broke motherfucker, it's a burden
I'm the first motherfucker on the block for the cheese
And I'm the last motherfucker to leave
My pockets ain't hurting, that's for certain
You see a broke motherfucker, it's a burden
I'm the first motherfucker on the block for the cheese
And I'm the last motherfucker to leave
Yeah buddy! Willie D ain't gonna let these hoes get him down
I ain't cryin or dyin over none of you hoes
I ain't buyin you no leather, I ain't buyin you no suedes
No jewelry, no contacts, no Lee nails
Ain't buy you no hair, no makeup, food
None of that good shit 
Everybody's coming with guns
Niggas gettin pimped by Colombians
They put 'em on the streets like a bitch
Nigga's slangin but the Puerto-Rican gettin' rich
I never sold the mess
But if I did, it would be for my-goddamn-self
Can you adjust to the wholesale bust
Bushwick, tell these motherfuckers what's up
When will you stupid motherfuckers learn
In this game one way or another you get burned
You end up behind bars
Or lyin on your back in a motherfuckin morgue
And your gal'll find another nigga
Cause the low-actin bitch ain't nothin but a golddigger
I'll fuck her but my money is a no-no
 I'm a ho so I do it like a G.O
Fucked up politics
Those tie-wearin bitches can suck my dick
They try to ban my style of teachin
But freedom of speech allow me to keep speakin
To the people about shit like racism
It's deep into the heart of the school system
Whites get more funds from the state
And this is why minorities learn so late
Some of us make it to college
And take a test to the highest degree with limited knowledge
Most of us won't pass the bitch
And those rotten-ass motherfuckers know this
I'm not Malcolm X or Farrakhan
After this one, I'll guess I'll have to pack a gun
So if you wanna fuck with this brother
You better be ready, motherfucker
You're gonna have to G.O
Willie D is not a biggot and he won't be
I just educate minds through reality
This ain't no motherfuckin 'back to Africa'
Try to pull that shit, we'll have a massacre
Our ancestors were killed at will
Bought and sold like a used automobile
Will it happen again to my color?
Never Again Motherfuckers
Ready Red, comin at ya
Holdin my ground like a motherfuckin statue
You take nothin from me, so stop trippin
'less you wanna take a motherfuckin ass whippin
Bitch, motherfuck the KKK
Wearin dresses and shit, what the fuck, is they gay?
The Geto Boys want the clan and no rift
Bitch repent  and do it like a G.O
Rap-A-Lot
Hey Jay, this is the President of White Owned Records
We see you're still survivin
But wanted to ask you to keep your Willie D And The Geto boys quiet
If you don't, we will
Or here's another alternative
We take 95% of your company and you take 5
And we'll make you famous within 15 years
It would take you lifetime by yourself
Because you know your people don't stick together
What you say about that, boy?
Man, fuck you
I would advise you not to talk to me like that, boy
Just who the hell you think you are anyway?
Just Call Me Lil J
I ain'ts to be Played with
And if you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war
Yeah, I see some Niggas come and go
With a fifth of Hennesy to show
When we toss hoes, we share hoes
And Niggas be frontin where the clothes go
What you spinnin' like Young Po
You hang around with the studio time
But Nigga, what the fuck is you here fo'
Can you listen, please
So you got your Glock, laid squeeze
Try like I could fuck with you
Or I have to bomb on you
Put it with your punk-ass
No heart, no light, no bitch and no care
You some Bad Boy killers
When we see y'all Niggas snatch cash
Chorus:
These Billy-teen-ass Niggas
Pullin'-scheme-ass Niggas
Fiend-ass Niggas
Shootin'-dream-ass Niggas
I mean, why anybody sound like Pac nowadays
But switch it up, be on way
Y'all gay-assed on anything
Stay tuned to the saga
Drama bring Karma, Karma bring charges
Whipin' y'all
Completely all the job did
Darkness, fuck y'all shit
Cause we the hardest
Nasty new street regardless
So ease out you nuggets, faget
Beg down, I truck a young bug
Don't get it fucked up
Hit the strip, get a grip Nigga
And blow some shit up
Talk fast and all ass, Nigga
You ain't got no nuts
Don't trick yourself out your life
You need to hide in the cup
What's up
Come on holla at your boy, real quick
I swallow hard times
And make it come out when I piss
Nigga pop pass the Mack and I ain't black
Picture that
The same Nigga that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be
In your bitch ass
Singin' ?Stagalee?
Worry free on your bitch ass
Blast back, ask that
Snap back like some whiplash
Young cash is black packed
Slap your rap with a big guess
Chorus
What's up outta towner? Southern nigga downer
I wish you would bring your muthafuckin ass around here
With that hip shit shit from your block
You fuck around and get shipped back home to ya momma in a pine box
Cause we don't play that shit in 5th Ward
We got killas and hustlas and playas to so nigga disregard
What your seeing on them western movies
Cause yo! I ain't never rode a horse before
Ho, think we slow? Smash the gas
And watch how fast I'll put these hands on yo' bitch ass
Try to load them dice, you'll meet the gravedigga
Cause game recognize game scheisty ass nigga
See I done seen fools die for less
Than a goddamn cigarette butt, for fuckin' wit my set
So get that frown off your face busta
Cause you ghetto ain't no harder than mine
Muthafucka
What we see  everyday 
Livin' in the ghetto this is where I stay
 what we do  to get by
Live or die, the world is a ghetto
You know what upsets me?
Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and BMWs
And tell me the streets ain't the place to be
See it from my perspective
Poverty stricken
Livin' on welfare and government's cuttin' that shorter every year
I'm shortin' on education 'cause I'm Black
The corner doesn't promise me a good life
But at least it shows me promise
Finally after shit got right
I'm wanting out of the gang because I'm searchin' for a new life
But I remember what was said
You come in alive, the only way you leave out is dead
So I'm kinda fucked on both ends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends
'Cause if they were my friends, they'd let me break
Outie five thousand
, fuck this shit, I'm packin' my .38
But, fuck, I gotta stay down
Until It's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down
And that's a motherfuckin' shame
Tonight I gotta steal another ride with my little gang
So slowly I walked up to it
With no hesitation, I broke the window and jumped into it
Unhooked his shit and was headed off
I opened up the door, that's what set it off
A nigga came out with a Glock, jack
And put a slug in my motherfuckin' back
And my so-called friends
Want me out of the gang 'cause they don't know if I'll walk again
Now tell me what's that Deuce like
Fucked up myself for good 'cause I was wrapped up in the street life
This year Halloween fell on a weekend
Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'
Robbing little kids for bags
Till a law man got behind our rags
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt
So I swung and tried to take him out
He was going down, we planned
But this wasn't no ordinary man
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's a creep I'd be seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them
5th Ward B's
on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as death on the streets
My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete
Aw man, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me
C'mon
Whassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup, whassup?
Whassup, whassup..
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
Even when we played cops and robbers on the block
Nobody wanted to play the cop, dig it
Cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch
And if you played the cop, nigga, you got yo ass kicked
I was a curious child
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gangsta style
The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act
The way they wore that gangsta hat
Tilted, rim laid flat out
Now that's the type of shit I'm talkin about
Yeah, cigarette in one hand, drink in the other
Leanin to one side, cooler than a motherfucker
With them gangsta-ass nicknames
Gillie Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Goldie, and Lil Lane
True motherfuckin mack daddies
Bitch on his side, drivin a '73 Caddy
With a chrome-plated .357
Ready to send a motherfucker on a stairway to heaven
I was fascinated
Yeah, I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it
But she still gave me love
Cause my momma understood that it was in my blood
See, it was a cycle
And in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about her Michael
Cause I'll be makin my own decisions
Yeah, comin up fast, clockin cash, straight gangstaism
Now it's '93
I got a name for myself
Made a little wealth, played the cards I was dealt
Didn't go for self, now I'm a G
Huh, and every motherfuckin body know me
Niggas in the hood all got love
Cause they saw me raise up from a motherfuckin scrub
And hoes that I know
From way back befo'
They used to say no
All wanna go
To the hotel cause they claim that they intrested
And everybody talkin about the shit that they wish they did
But I surpassed all that
They used to wanna know if I was down, now they don't ask all that
Cause they believin what they seein
A young nigga comin up fast, yeah, straight G
Sittin back as a youngster, peepin out my folks
Some were straight G's and some went out smokin dope
I had to cope with it, be a man and stay strong
Even though some folks didn't think that I'd live long
I watched grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'
Hittin licks in the dough on Ju Man and Big Joe
Walkin out the do' with a gallon of Jack
Sellin straight sens buds cause back then there wasn't no crack
And matter fact, to this day
I'm doin shit like grandpa in every way
I got my hustle on, loc, I ain't frontin
Just a young nigga in this world tryina have somethin
Yeah, that's the environment I know
That's how I was raised and that's how I'mma go
I doubt I will ever be a cell mate
But I do know I'm never goin straight
Ganstaism
Niggas and flies, niggas and flies
{*laughter*}
Yo will wake the fuck up
"What, what, what, Man, Damn"
Man I'm talkin about killin myself man
"Wanna kill yourself?"
That's right I don't give a fuck
"Aight"
What you think I'm playin
Argument......gunshot.......car crash
Can't understand my city's under siege
Still the Ak be clockin' g's
Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin '83s
Copper wanna play the Ak
Guess they think I'm slangin' crack
Motherfuck the 50s, they can't stop me, got my corner back
Rocks and rocks and rocks galore
I left the cut and then I swore
Never be a stupid ass, I'll never leave the cut no more
The dope game ain't no joke
Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke
Rock houses open and busted
And the bitch that got you busted
Pimp on me, and I'll make bail
Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goal post of hell
Hell nah, I fuck her up just like I fuck up a nigga
Red, grab the pump (Bill, pass me my nine
Now tell em what's on your mind)
You goddamn parents are a trip
The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit
You tell your kids drugs'll fuck up their health
And you're geekin your goddamn self
But I won't blame it all on you
You stupid-ass teachers can suck my dick too
I walk around with a smirk
Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework
And muthafuck a damn cop
I never ride down my block without my gun bein cocked
You won't get a chance to slay me
I won't be an accident
like
Ida Delaney
So when you step out of line
 I'm goin for mine
D.O.A. is how they pronounce you
No suspect, no motive, no clue
When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze
I truly believe my city's under siege
(Today's special
Is ghetto dope)
 - 2X
Yeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah motherfucker yeah
Yeah, yeah you fuckin, yeah bitch!
Yeah you fuckin..
{*scratched: "Yo Bushwick Bill"*}
{*scratched: "Come with it man, no future in frontin"*}
Some stupid motherfucker said he had an advantange
Fuck my size! You wanna do damage?
Contestant number one, c'mon down!
You're the next motherfucker I'mma clown
So don’t get excited like your bid is exact
‘Cause you ain’t winning shit but a Goddamn smack
When I throw a motherfucking right cross
And slap the taste out your Goddamn mouth
Now where's the hype comin from?
Don't make me use this goddamn gun
Cause I'll give your ass hell and charge you rent
Fuck you up like a God damn accident!
Innocent is how I look
Cause a nigga my size ain't supposed to cook
You took me for a sucker that day
So bitch you find out the hard way
SIZE AIN'T SHIT!
{*scratched: "Bushwick Bill"*}
{*scratched: "Bushwick Bill is on the floor hip-hoppin'"}
I don't play that
Man homie don't play that
{*"You die motherfucker!"*}
{*"Shay hello to my lil' friend!" "Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't fuck with me!"*}
{*"Don't fuck with me!" "Ay you stupid fuck!"*}
{*"You die motherfucker!" "Shay hello to my lil' friend!"*}
{*"I take you all to fuckin hell"*}
{*"Don't fuck with me!" "You stupid fuck!"*}
Poison my corner, tryin to run a gang game
Sellin that phony shit, it's white but it ain't 'caine
Some stupid motherfucker said I owed him
I ain't payin a motherfucker I don't play and I showed him
That if you come and fuck me with that bullshit
Your card is filed and you die when I pull it
Cause life is a gamble when you fuck with a pyscho
No pity on another, it's a game it's how life goes
I'm hip to all the tricks of the trade
Killin and stealin and gankin niggas to get paid
But this time, you bullshitted the bullshitter
And found out that I'm a trigga happy nigga
{*"Don't-don't-don't fuck with me!"*}
{*"You stupid fuck!"*}
{*"You die motherfucker!" "Shay hello to my lil' friend!"*}
{*"I take you all to fuckin hell"*}
{*"Don't fuck with me!"*}
Let the gunshots RANG OUT, blow my God damn BRAINS OUT
If you've been there, you know what I'm talkin about
Gettin over tops my agenda
The easy way out, is to jump out of a window
But that's a dopefiend move gone left
I'll kill you, but not myself!
I tried to do the right things major
But that didn't put no food on the table
Went back to school to get my G.E.D
But who's gonna hire a motherfucker like me?
... McDonald's don't fit
They work you like a dog plus they talk too much shit!
Without them dollar signs
It's like livin and dyin at the same time
And you wonder why a motherfucker sell dope?
He ain't with being broke!
Money, more money 
I've got to get my hands on some, yeahhhh
Money, more money 
I've got to get my hands on some, sweet sweet
Money - yeahhhh, money - yeahh
Talkin 'bout money
Yeahhh money
Talkin 'bout that mean green
Talkin 'bout that money
Money, more money
We've got to get our hands on some
We need money.. {*fades out*}
Willie D:
Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget
Them southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'
Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em
If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck
We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up
And nigga that's real comin' from the south
You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth
Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save
Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid
It's G.B. and Willie D reunited
Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter
And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again
But we sat down and settled our differences like men
And put the bullshit behind us
Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus
We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl
And seperating geto boys from girls c'mon
Man on phone:
A.J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. You know I'm still in prison
You know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the
Prison system throughout the country. 37%. But we don't represent but but
12% of the country. Now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know
It's it's now by coincidence or by ? it's by design. By the year...2015
They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black
Gonna be locked up within they community. It's gonna be like it war
Zone...ghetto
Hold it down, gang type mobbing
Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po' niggas would die
I Hold it down, gang type mobbing
Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po' niggas would die
Look at him, bleeding from the mob
There goes another nigga gone
Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
Niggas can't get along, 'specially at these clubs
Trying to fuck these same bitches
Strange niggas, trying to check nuts
I just look as I drink my drink and I'm blowed
All of a sudden down to nothing
God damn, there they go with all that shit
Shankinh and shootinh and squabblinh
But you know I'm holdin it down
Gang type mobbing
I'm having bad luck Willie
I'm feeling like I lost my dog
Looking sick 'cause my motherfucking scratch is gone
Ain't no tommorrow, I gots to get some more today
Spray, all that's in my way if he don't mob this way
I'm sick of window shopping, eavesdropping
And hearing that you holding what we did
Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end
Come again, come-come niggas get toasted
Oven roasted, evenly burnt, I pour the syrup
And leave 'em turned up
Is this that motherfuckin P-A-Y?
Back City and it's shitty but for show they time
You get what you got surely coming, the latex pipe
You see it and start running but can't run all night
Sooner or later you'll curl up, hit this sure shot shit
Ass naked for that motherfucking shit you did
[It's a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
What you do with time]
And I'm
Hold it down, gang type mobbing
Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try
If life was a game that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po' niggas would die
Hold it down, gang type mobbing
Four-five packing knuckleheads macking jackers that want to try
If life was a game, that money could buy
The rich niggas would live
And the po' niggas would die
Yeah
The rich niggas will live, heh heh
The poor niggas will die
So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich
That how it goes?
Haha, yeah
Yeah, you motherfuckers
You motherfuckers goin' for bad and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you'll be another nigga in the morgue, motherfucker
Oh, yo, check this out
But gettin' back to the bloodbath
You motherfuckers out there go for bad
That shit played out, my brother
I ride by and gun down motherfuckers
Whether friend or foe, bro
Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go
Now here's how the shit took place 
A nigga waved a trey-eight in my face 
Screamin' that shit about the Squab Mob
Talkin' big shit about the South Park
Said he's gonna stop me
Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse 
The shit didn't make me none
I ain't scared of no goddamn gun 
Once I saw a break, I snuck 'em
What about his three boys, man? Fuck 'em
I'll put it on his ass 'cause he's bigger
Then worry about the other three niggas
All of them ran to get backup
That's twelve more niggas I'ma stack up
Opened up the trunk in a rage
And loaded up my goddamn twelve gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya with the street sweeper
Your ass shouldn't a started no static, G
Twelve gunshots automatically
I ain't goin' out like no sucker
I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucker
Everybody knows that I ain't got it all
And I don't give a fuck about none of y'all
Hit three or four in the head
That's three or four niggas left for dead
It doesn't pay to check cards
'Cause I'm sendin' motherfuckers to the morgue 
Hook: Big Mike
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin, sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfucking nine and get it on
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin, sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfucking nine and get it on
{*yawing*} Shit, I'm tireder than a motherfucker
Need some pussy badder than a motherfucker
See if this bitch is home {*dialing phone as beat starts*}
Hello?
Hello darlin, how you feelin, it's Akshen
Fine how are you?
Aww just maxin
Been thinkin of you
Yeah? Well let's get together
Okay
Let me take me a shit, and I'mma meet you at 11
Aiyyo bring a friend, I got a buddy with me
Ain't got no friend  just come and get me
I guess you know whassup
Yeah I know whassup
I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck
Please come get me
Yo don't bullshit me
She thinks I want a long one but I just want a quickie
{sounds of moaning}
Knocked on her window, didn't want to wake the parents
Came to the door, and the bitch was just starin
Come on girl, yo what the fuck is up?
Why you rushin?
You rollin with a nigga bitch or what~!
... Walked out lookin kinda sexy
Jumped in the vehicle, and you know what happened next G
Took her about an hour to get hot, heh
But once I got her started it was hard to make it stop
She started makin noises, and then the heavy breathin
I started suckin her titties and rubbin the pussy
Easy, hehehehehe, yeah! But anyway
She was more like beggin, and pleadin for the fuckin
Unzipped my trousers, and then started suckin
Had me sayin shit, I grabbed her by the sweater
She wants to lick my booty, I guess I betta let her
Once I came I didn't want the bitch to kiss me
Thought I wanted a long one but I only wanted a quickie
HA HAHAHAHAHA, word!! Yeah
{sounds of moaning}
Drove her back home, she was lookin kinda frantic
I gave the bitch some dick, I couldn't understand it
Hey yo what's the problem?
I ain't even cum; I shoulda stayed home
Yeah, but I'da still got me some
Where's your clip, get your shit and go
She looked me in my eyes, shook her head and said
NO~!
She'da killed me if I didn't fuck her right
So I got on that ass and fucked the pussy all night
She was cumin hectic, two nuts at a time
It really didn't matter, cause man this bitch was fine
She was slippin off the seats so I caught her
The girl had the lips that made me wanna fuck her harder
Grabbed me by my hand, she was moanin BRAD
Opened up some more, and fucked her in the ass
The bitch was gettin married, but all that's fine
I gave the girl a fuckin that would last a lifetime
Oooh when I get home my girl is gonna get me
It turned into a long one but I only wanted a quickie
Bitches say I talk bad cause I'm real
And to me expressin myselfis tellin a bitch just how I feel
I had a couple of women in my life but yo
In 1992 I realized that they was hoes
Cause hoes will straight up do ho shit
Bitches even more shit
And ladies will give you no shit
So I kicked back and played the hand that I was dealt
Peep game in the mix, and let these hookers play themself
Cause 80 percent of the bitches I meet ain't shit but money bandits
I front like I'm giving up bank
Stick dick in they ass, and leave 'em stranded
But for women, I got a better tactic cause I love them
They come to Mr. Brad cause their mistreated by their husbands
So I hook up shit to make it right
Just call me tonight
And I'll make sure that everything runs tight
Cause if he don't appreciate you boo
The way that I do
You need to let him run back to his crew
Cause he don't understand what you goin through
But regardless to who I screw
This dick is for you
I, bitch I just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole night through
Ass, licked as if I was a star
This dick is for you baby; wherever you are, hey
Scarface:
As I open my eyes unto a new day
I see the same old shit that I was face to face with yesterday
It's all the same and I can't change time
An example of a young nigga trapped up and his brain's dyin'
I close my eyes to refrain my thoughts 
Open my eyes to remain untaught
Why my life gotta have a yesterday?
Why can't I memorize tommorrow and live my life as just a day?
A baby's born and you hears moms cryin'
Is she cryin' 'cause that she's happy or the fact that she know she gon' die?
Probably some shit we'll never figure out
I think my mind is plotting plans and my second mind is trying to take me out
I had a dream I think I saw a dude
'Cause he had the looks that of a killer and he sung to me these four tunes
He said "Life is like a game of dice
You roll 'em right the first time but you seldom get to roll 'em twice"
Not understanding what he said, doc
I find myself in the middle of life in an infa-red dot
So tell me doctor is you gettin' that?
Motherfuckers bustin' at you with wheels now can you picture that?
That's why you find me an assult mind
Cause in this world we live together but divided by a chalk line
You wanted to hear my life story well I told you
Maybe there's answers to my question in your minila folder
What's the solution to this mind state?
You tellin' me it's gonna take you some time. How long do time take?
I'm losing focus on this straight line
Ain't trying to wait for motherfuckers so now I'm forced to take time
Willie D:
I pull my popper out my trousers aimed it at his abdomen
And grabbed the man's life away from him in a moment
Angel dust and heroin and all that I was on it
My opponent never knew what hit him
As I was bootin' I heard him say "Get down somebody's shootin'"
He didn't realize he was the target
I didn't realize what I was doing till he departed
Oh Lord, I'm feeling something I never felt black
I told his momma I was sorry she said "Sorry won't bring him back"
God gave life to the human race and he alone has the right to take it away
So I tell me that I don't care
But every time I dim the lights I'm havin' motherfuckin' nightmares
It's been a year since I heard dude holler
And I can still smell the motherfuckin' gunpowder
What does life mean to me?
I'd trade places with the man a heartbeat if I was granted peace
I try to wipe it out my memory
I saw a shrink but she couldn't provide a remedy
I'm public enemy number one
Waitin' in line on death row to get the needle for what I done
Pretty soon I meet my maker
Thee creator, the one and only true time taker
Bushwick Bill:
How much more longer I got life left
You don't know that's why I live day for day and time it right and left
And try to take two steps at a time
Makin' sure our opposition stays two steps behind
Keep in mind these niggas who wanna see me lettin' go and shit
That's why I fight for my life until it's over with
I know these niggas havin' hard times
That's why I'm standing up and fighting for shit when it reguards mines
Why must I always sing these sad songs
Because they comforance all my feelings inside till all the bad's gone
You wanna hear my life story well I told ya
Maybe there's answers to my question in you fuckin' folder
What's the solution to this mind state?
You tellin' me it's gonna take some time. How long do time take?
I'm losin' focus on my straight linne
Ain't trying to wait for a motherfuckers so now I'm forced to take time
Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one
Listen and learn, and you'll be aight
Geto Boys outta here, 1991
Year two thousand and forever
Willie D:
Edgar Hoover I wish you wasn't dead
So I could put a bullet in your motherfuckin' head
Goddamn faggot motherfuckin' drag queen
I know you put the hit on Martin Luther King
And Fred Hampton, Malcom and the others
You red neck punk motherfucker
Bob Dole keep you motherfuckin' mouth shut
Before a nigga beat your old ass up
Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
You need to be concerned about the motherfuckin' deficit
I'm the type of nigga throw a party when the flag burn
I'm at the point of no return
"And the winner is Randy Travis
And Guns and...hey what the?"
"GET the fuck outta the way
Get your ass out the God damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The God damn Geto Boys for most fuck words in a song
The Bitch Killa of the Year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to hate Ice Cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 Live Crew
The High Roller of the industry award goes out to Ice T
The pro-black grammy goes out to Public Enemy
Cause they too black and they too God damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync God damn motherfuckin grammy
To those punk motherfuckers, Milli Vanilli"
Well, first of all..
I shock em and clock em and pop em and drop em, flop em, then I mop em
In they muthafuckin tracks is where I stop em
Unless you down with a bloody nose
Save the cussin and fussin and pointin fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but under your feet
Think it's a game when it ain't
I'm lettin you talk, but bitch, I'll knock yo lips off
And get ready for your kinfolk
Your little sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody 5th and that's it, trick bitch
You don't know who you're fuckin with
I break this 10 1/2 so deep in your ass
That you'll be lookin like a faggot on the rag
I'm goin for bam like Scarface and NIP
What they leave of your ass Willie D gonna rip
All of that muthafuckin talkin is for the birds
I do this  cause action speaks louder than words
Time to be accounted for the all-words spunk
Counterfeit gangstas, pranksters and chumps
Talkin real loud in front of a crowd, dare ya
I show your punk ass, nigga, better than I can tell ya
Signin checks that your punk ass can't cash
Got your album cover full of punks wearin ski masks
Who ain't never felt froggish, you won't leap
Barkin like a bear and bitin like a flea
Busters, straight suckers, muthafuckas
Donald Goines-readin-ass wanna-be hustlers
It's Seag from Oakland, the one who lays order
Quit lyin to kick it and make a run for the border
Willie D, Bushwick, Scarface and Ganksta NIP
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin lip
Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me
Shakin em, breakin em, makin and takin em fakin fuckin rookies
And all that loud shit, nigga, don't start
They'll find your ass chopped and stuffed in a shopping cart
Fools awake and give praise to the dark lord
Bring on the chalice, voodoo dolls and the oujia boards
Straight from the alleys of Cali, 69th Curbs
Is actions spizzeaks lizzouder thizzan wizzords
Here's an incident that got me sent to the slammer
I'm at the club, rapping to this
yellowhammer
This bitch was holy, severely cut
So I'm rapping to her, right? To see if she'll fuck
I never asked if she was taken, 'cause honestly
That type of shit don't matter to me
Just when we was leaving out the goddamn door
Some trick-ass nigga fronted me 'bout the whore
I let the fool fly with a diss or two
But the nigga kept pushing the goddamn issue
So I pulled out the nine millimeter
And bust his ass in the head, you could see the
Blood gushing out his goddamn skull
He played his self, now his ass getting drugged
I was charged with aggravated assault
But before I got off his ass, I made him read these Nikes
Read these Nikes 
"You die, motherfucker! Say hello to my little friend! Don't fuck with me!" - Scarface samples
Niggas shoot ball
Nigas shoot da doves
Niggas shoot up
But watch out cuz niggas shoot niggas too
So wut da fuck am i to do when niggas fallin down like flies
And dis muthafuckin money starin me in da eyes
And my brother sayin come on in stop buggin
But we done already lost 3 uncles and 5 cousins
To da streets niggas shit deep
No room fo da maple leafs
Cuz muthafuckas play fo keep
I wunt respect when i step on da field
Saw a nigga dat killed i gotta kill befo deez niggas get sum bright ideals
And start thinkin we hoes or sumthin
So when i see dat muthafucka nigga nigga staight dumpin
Chorus 2x
November 1st, 1966
A young nigga was born with the mind of a lunatic
I should of been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I'm a threat to society
Every-motherfuckin-body and their momma trying to quiet me
I'm telling you I'm straight out the nickel
And we ain't got ass lickers, just ass kickers
I'll whoop a punk in a minute
And hope to god that his gal get in it
The first time I see her jumping
I'mma drop kick the bitch like she stole something
Ya weak hoes might say I'm sick
But for real niggas know I tolerate no bullshit
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your motherfucking house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked
I don't give a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a hold to some E&J
'Cause when the shit hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic
Talking loud, saying nothing, yeah
Hey Silly Willy, let me talk, let me say something
Let me say something, let me talk
Talking loud, saying nothing, yeah
 What the fuck you're doing talking to that nigga?
 Aw boy, I - I went to school with him, that's my friend!
Whore, shut up, you're pissing me off
I'm about to bust you in your goddamn mouth
Have you forgotten my description?
I'm a Geto Boy 
Whore, you got a head like a goddamn rock
Is your motherfucking brain robbed?
Just the other day, I had a heartfelt blow
And I had to beep you, just to find you whore
Another thing I dislike, is your funky-ass friends
Bitch, who you're fucking, me or them?
You're with the whores all afternoon
And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed
But fuck that shit, take off my ring and my flack
And you owe me 2-50 for the goddamn contacts
You say you love me, but you keep fucking up
Dumb bitch, you ain't doing nothing but
Talking loud, saying nothing, yeah
Hey Silly Willy, let me talk, let me say something
Let me say something, let me talk
Talking loud, saying nothing, yeah
Willie D's rollin on D's
In a drop top A-Z-U-R-E
With the knock knock banging
Listening to a song my nigga Face singing
Eardrums just a ringing, my homey bringing
A couple of honies to the hideaway
We gone fuck these hoes and straight ride away
Gotta pack confirmed tickets get some sleep
We rolling to the Baby Johnson fight a 100 niggas deep
Ain't bringing sand to beach
I got my eyes on some freak ass broads
And menage-a-trois
Never kiss and tell I keeps em horny as hell
And take my dick inside that pussy put it under a spell
Got more mail than the post office let me remind you
Don't stare at my diamonds too hard they might blind you
Freaky Deeky, Freaky Deeky Deeky
When you see me rolling past all you got to do is ask
Gangsta Ow
Put me Down, Now
Gang-sta put me down
Now, Ow
Gangsta Ow
Put me Down, Now
Gang-sta put me down
Now, Ow
Gangsta Ow
Put me Down, Now
Gang-sta put me down
Now, Ow
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
In 1987 I was swore into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof
Car down crush bustin' fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause I remember back when the nigga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend
Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
Everythings cool I'm the niggas man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand
But I just walked away and left his shit to hang
Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick
A nigga say "What's up?"
I look around and I say "This!"
And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his shit
Like it ain't shit
I thought you knew
It ain't shit
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey
Reminisced on fast times past times and shit
Smokin' on some bud I came across my nigga Kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama I didn't even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' "fuck"
I'm callin' up South Acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighbourhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it
Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach
Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry
So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't
Shit to break 'em off I'm breakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit
Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta
Now here take this motherfuckin' slug 
Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard
Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a Glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch
I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
It ain't shit
And that ain't even the half
I laugh at the thought of a body bag
So all you fools that got conflict
Y'all can suck my motherfuckin' dick!
'Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I-all I-all I-all I-all I have in this world is
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in
All I have in - all I have in - all I have in - all I have in this world is
You got nothin on me {*echoes*}
{*explosion*} SHAY HELLO {*echoes*}
TO MY {*echoes*}
{*explosion*}
Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant
But geto ways make murder imprevalent
You feel me?
I been through many geto episodes all the same
When will niggas learn to use they mind and maintain
See you're always on the defense
Relying on your street sense
I told you once to use them sense to make dollars
Not to make a mother holler
That hard shit's kind a hard to swallow
Tomorrow there'll be more killings in the hood
From child abuse to drug dealings it ain't good
They want to see us stuck
Shit out of luck
Can't nobody ever say I didn't try to give a fuck
Cos I did and I do
The rest is up to you
No matter what you do to your hood stay true
And you'll make it
Can't nobody take it
Geto fantasies become realities if you don't let em shake it
"Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick, bring it on motherfucker"
Well what do you know it's that nigga named Bushwick
Back again still droppin' the B's on a punk bitch
Kickin' that G shit ever so clear
5th Ward steady comin' hard every fuckin' year
I went from coppin' the cash a couple of months ago
But niggas call me crazy cause I'm known to smoke a ho
Smoke a ho, smoke a ho, smoke two smoke a few
Got my motherfuckin' crew now what you wanna do?
B.U.S.H.W.I.C.K. blowin' niggas away
Doin' this type of shit every motherfuckin' day
Never waste another niggas time
Got my nine gettin' paid kickin' these motherfuckin' dope rhymes
So if it comes down to it I might gat cha
Dead in that motherfuckin' dump give that ass a fracture
Cause I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
Bushwick Bill the nigga named Chuckwick
So here it comes fool
Big Mike, how you livin'?
I been sellin' out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin' crack like cards to these burnt out dope fiends
Cookin' rock after motherfuckin' rock
Seein' cop after motherfuckin' cop on the block
Changin' face after motherfuckin' face
Watchin' niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find mo' niggas doin time in the pen
Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin' friend
And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Wouldn't come and pay his homeboy's bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he swear he never knew ya
12 months in the county, you done got out and found out
That your homie runs his own dope house
And he ain't gave you shit
Not even a funky-ass ounce to get on yo feet, that sheisty bitch
And he still calls you family
But I be damned if I be kin to a nigga who ain't payin' me
Cause I ain't with that ho shit
So if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me, nigga, you better try some mo' shit
Cause I done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watch another nigga progress
Off the motherfuckin' shit I did
But in the '90s, it's payback and I ain't takin no shorts, kid
Cause life is a bitch
And I ain't that nigga to be broke while makin another motherfucker rich
So wise up, nigga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game you gotta wash your own hands
And I got a Tec-9, ready to take mine and what's for me
Ho, yeah, no nuts no glory
Now I done heard a nigga say they callin' me the biggest bitch in Texas
Cause I'm bummin' a ride when I should be drivin' Lexus
But you know I gives a fuck about what niggas say
I handle mine by handlin' shit my own way
I let niggas think it's cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know who they psychin' fools
See, I stay low key
Lettin a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me, G
Claimin' that we friends
When my little girl is ridin' the bus and his little girl is ridin' a fuckin' Benz
Who's your friend, ask yourself that shit
The only friend I got is my fuckin' pistol grip
Filthy rich, I know you love it
I done made yo ass fat and you still talkin' 'bout 25 off a hundred
Be real, that shit went out in '86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin' tricks, bitch
Still refuse to give me mine? Cool
Nigga be that way and I'mma handle my business, fool
Just like my nigga Snoop Dogg told me
You gotta get down for your shit while you can, homie
And you's about to get yo ass lit up
Cause the fuckin aim proper and I ain't the nigga that's catchin the nut
Payback is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when I ain't the nigga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big chance
And unlike these other motherfuckers I ain't scared to touch yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a ho
And the Peter Man can't tolerate hoes, so you gots to go
Mr. Big Man, Mr. Big Nuts
Got everybody thinkin you's the shit
But really I'm the motherfuckin' one
So I'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin' busy by his damn self
So keep on thinkin' you fuckin' me
But while you thinkin' I be pullin/ your fuckin' number, G
Cause I'm a nigga with no heart and no worry
Gettin' down for mine, bitch, no nuts no glory
No sooner than I walk in the club I'm gettin love from the masses
Women admirin my baldhead and glasses
They makin passes, I see they asses, I'm gettin flirty
I got that liquor in my system plus I'm wild and dirty
In my pockets is tickets for the Rockets
Million dollar nigga from the projects
I see no logic in niggas' hate when I ride past
My .45 sing lullabyes to they tired ass
See me, I be a candidate for bustin
Don't fuck around unless you ready for the repercussions
Baby blushing, she drives a Benz, but I handle em all
Sophisticated as fuck, and she ain't wearin no drawers
I met the broad in the parking lot, riding a 'Stang
Pulled her way up to her parking spot to ask her name
She hesitated for a minute, then she finally stopped
When she seen a nigga hollerin at her ridin a drop
Out her car to my passenger side the bitch came
Say she in a hurry this time, but no thang
Here's the pager number, I can call at night
Rarely ever beeped a bitch, but this broad was tight
Better yet got the cellular number, she seemed changed
Diamonds 'bout the size of a dime, and these thangs
Tend to to em open, no question and one reason
That diamonds be a girl's best friends, so I treat them
Like bitches
These bitches I be doin in, hoes I be screwin, and
If she talk about her friends, then I probably flew em in
What's a man troublin, like fuckin in a bubble Benz
With her hair in the wind, sittin up from the rim
Gettin ????, plenty room, it was in the month of June
I was on promotional, she was into trickin dudes
I'm no dude, or no guy, but I can fuckin get you high
I won't tell you any lie, I don't play with any mind
She know about the L-o-t and how we roll
She know about the L-o-t and say we all cold
We can keep this on the we-know, we meet back in Rio
My bitch and my ho, my half-black Philipino
You know
Come on
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a ho
More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it
A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
Black man, stand up!!
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
Black man, black man
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
The truth will set you free, someone quoted
But Griff struck a nerve with the jews when he told it
CBS was just looking for a reason
To get him out, and that was all they needed
I wasn't surprised by this tactic
I knew it would happen, but I didn't know exactly
Triple-Cross go to hell
You think since you did that would start now narrating fairytales?
Think again sucker
If I was a belt you couldn't make me buckle
The Geto Boys, still bringing the noise
You're losing your poise, getting played like toys
Selling the enemy info
That's what got us where we was two hundred years ago
Saw Dollar Signs, didn't ya Captain?
Without sacrifice ain't nothing happening
The plan is to hold us back
The ulitmate gold is total control remember that, Jack
Griff, I got your slack, and I'ma hold it 'til you get back
Cause I ain't going sell out
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
What do I care about anger in you?
Somebody has to speak the truth against it
What do I care about anger in you?
The Negro, the negro still.. is not free
No Sell out!!
The Negro, the negro still.. is not free
No Sell out!!
The Negro, the negro still.. is not free
No Sell out!!
The Negro, the negro still.. is not free
No Sell out!!
As the year 2000 reached into the free world
A band of musical assassins
Headquartered out of Houston, Texas
Will soon unleash a wrath upon the ghettos of the world
Under power by the 5th Ward Posse
The mastermind of wreckin' shit, Mr. Scarface
The gangster of love, Willie D
Bushwick motherfuckin' Bill
And DJ Ready Red, the musical enforcer
Would form a family known as the Geto Boys
Under this, the code of balls and my word
Would be established in new territories
Rebel rap families could profit by this, or be terminated
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Chorus:
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Chi-Town die for us
Ride for us
D.C. die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
New Orleans die for us
Ride for us
Detroit die for us
Verse 3:
I got a chest full of drama
Ruff rider, Nigga
Back off 'for I bomb ya
Alarm ya
Black knight in shinin' armor
Fuck y'all Niggas
We rollin' like the car stolen
Wide open, hoo-bangin'
2 things are on blastin'
Traffic thick as a basket pop
I don't blast this
Fully automatic
All up in ya
Still I continue
To serve Niggas on the menu
Feel up to vin you
Geto Boys sellin' it down
Ain't real without a doubt
You burn it out
Movin' you Niggas
Provin' you Niggas
I ruin you Niggas
I'm cruisin you Niggas
Doin' you Niggas, don't do Niggas
Who is you Niggas
Uh, they rifles
Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes
Side holes get switched these
Bitch please
It's G.B. from the wound till the tomb
Eternally you see
Chorus:
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
Nigga hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Texas die for us
Ride for us
Minnesota die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
Nigga get 'em up
Hit 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Ghetto mob die for us
Ride for us
St. Louis die for us
Verse 4:
The sun rises in the East
And sets in the West
But I'm down with that South
With an S on my chest
It's that loced down key cocaine
To bring the pain
]From that menace to society
Better known as Caine
It's that motherfuckin' thug shit
I'm bustin' slugs shit
Young and schoolboy
I'm becomin' a drug dealer
In the streets of that West
I wouldn't settle for less
Until I got my hands on that Smiff and that Wes
Niggas try to swollow me
It's all about survival, G
Fuck these bitch Niggas
It's off some trouble, G
I blow 'em in the wind
And then I sell again
I pack a 9 milli
Cause that's my best friend
Niggas, I done told ya
Blow 'em up like dohja
Your momma couldn't keep ya
So I ain't tryin' to hold ya
I'm a motherfuckin' menace
Give me a life sentence
Picture it ain't over
Untill the Nigga finish
With that motherfuckin' thug shit
Bustin' slugs shit
I'm straight from the West
Home of that Crip and Blood shit
Where Niggas die at day
Niggas die at night
Niggas die whenever
It seems the time is right
These soldiers play for keeps
Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest
In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfuckin handy shotty
And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody
Bust him in the ass 'til he's still
I'm Chuckwick bitch, your achilles heel
A short nigga quick to give a tall ass-whoopin
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn
Lookin to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy
Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya
Verse Three
I'm just minding my business, officer what is this?
Don't shoot me in my kidneys
I just came from my gal crib and she's talking shit
She said somebody's been calling her, some old stalking bitch
Who said I fucked her, and left her, she reminds me of you
Who always run behind me, whining feelin blue
So is why would you fucking with me, while I'm tryin to chill?
You think I'm selling crack, from a '79 Seville
Just got an open can of beer and it ain't even kicked in
You've been following me, fucking with me every since 610
I'm just trying to go and see my very close good friends
Who calling up on an ounce and I'm finna pitch in
So, I'm just, rolling, car not stolen
Keep it tight white and the Vogue stripes golden
Hoping, freaks will get inside of my Lacville '79
But you keep hating on me
Let me continue or should I say finish this?
This is a dope jam, though some are wishin' this
Will be the last that ya heard of the Ak
But I'll be back to attack on another track
But until then you all follow the dream
Peace! Now let me hear ya scream
Eh Yo Red, cut that up real funky for me, you know what I'm saying?
Cause this is the Geto Boys dope jam of '89
Rockin' it all the way into the '90s
And to the entire Rap-a-Lot family
D Ak and the Geto boys say "Peace"
Ha Ha
[Larry Hoover +
J. Prince
]
I just be messin’ with these honkeys, as usual. Because they ain’t worried about me, they got me. But they worried about the kids. Because the youth is more feisty now than it was. And the cold game is what they’re doing now, they done put the prisons on the open market, you know, it’s on the stock exchange. Big companies own prisons now. They all got stock in prisons—MasterCard, Smith Barney. These honkeys so cold out this way, they don’t wanna see me do nothing. They won’t even let my family make no money. Even with the Ghetto Prisoner clothing. They won’t even let my son, my wife, nobody do anything—they messing with the clothing company. They’ve been going to the manufacturers. Their orders ain’t getting there on time no more since the government got involved with this case. They’ve been going to the stores, retailers, and telling them that they can’t sell ‘em. They’ve been stopping the kids here in Chicago…
— You know real ghetto boys wear Ghetto Prisoner gear. We have to look in the inside of the Geto Boys album cover and order from there, we gon’ order from there, you know? ‘Cause we gonna support that
You know, it’s political. But see, the mayor is scared of me
— Yeah
The mayor is scared of me because—they gon’ lay you down and put a dick in your ass. If you move your ass, they consider you rebellious, you know? I’m moving my butt so they consider me a rebellious nigga. See, I’m telling these young boys to put them guns down and pick up that ballot, you know?
— Right
You know, you can kill as many niggas as you want as long as you don’t go to the polls
— Right
But if you go to the polls, they gon’ snatch you off the streets, you know? If we don’t do nothin’ about this stuff in a minute, shit, we at the point of no return
And that's how that shit go, nigga
We ain't gon' never stop doin this shit
I know them muthafuckas can't stand it
When them goddamn geto boys come hot
Cause we gotta represent niggas all over the muthafuckin world
We got Geto Boys all over the world
And that's why we always break shit down
To the muthafuckin smallest compound
Nigga, you fuck with us
You hoes'll get mugged, drugged
We ain't havin no muthafuckas down in the fuckin front row
Gettin kisses and hugs
Nigga, that's how we doin that shit
Down South, muthafucka
Get em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent yo shit
Smokin weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit
Fuck with me, nigga, what's up talkin all that shit
Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with?
Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble
Oh, he know how to act now, huh? We in double
Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous
And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that's gon' get your service
Ain't no muthafuckin game, nigga, disrespect
Remember the next time that bullshit gon' get you x-ed
Do yo thang, but don't you ever trick
Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch
If you do, you'se a bitch, full of shit
Lots of holes in ya
Pop a hole in a ho nigga
All the ladies in the house say PUNK 
All the fellas say BITCH 
Punk!  Bitch! 
Punk!  Bitch! 
Punk!  Bitch!  {*getting faster*}
PUNK BITCH, PUNK BITCH
PUNK BITCH, PUNK BITCH
PUNK BITCH, PUNK BITCH.. {*continues to fade*}
*phone rings*
Hi, we appreciate your call to Rap-a-Lot Records, Incorporated
You may—*pressed number*—I’ll transfer you now
 Hello?
 Let me speak to J
 Who dis?
 Larry Hoover
 Hold on, chief
[Larry Hoover +
J. Prince
]
-- Hello?
Hey, J—what’s happening, man?
-- How you doin’?
Oh, I’m pretty good. Still fighting this frame
-- Uh-huh. How everything going?
Oh, it’s rough on a Black man
-- Huh. Yeah, I’ve been hearing a lot of different things
But it ain’t nothin’ like hearing it straight out the horse’s mouth, you know?
Well, the truth is, niggas in the street got to get together all over the nation. I’m talking, we got to get together in Chicago. We got to get together in L.A. We got to get together in Houston. We got to get together in New York. We got to get together in Detroit. Niggas got to get together all over this nation. I’m talking about not the regular people in the street, I’m talking about street niggas. I’m talking about niggas that call themselves gangstas. Real gangstas go to the polls
-- Well, you know, we the ones make the difference, too
Exactly. That’s what’s going to make a difference. You know, that’s that sleeping giant
That’s that 40 percent apathetic vote within our Black community
-- Uh-huh
That’s who we need to ride. That’s who need to awaken. And see, they scared of me because I’m trying to wake that sleeping giant
-- Uh-huh
These young brothers, they pay attention to what I say because I’m one of them, you know. I done seen where they’ve been, you know, I come from where they come from. I’m where they’re going to if they don’t watch out what they doing
That's right, we're makin' trouble
Now for all you small timers, we got to make you slob
'Cause we not only steal cars, homeboy, we also rob
I robbed a store to get a dollar, I snatched a purse, the lady hollered
Then the cops come to my door, and snatch me up right by the collar
And now they're takin' me to jail, yo-yo, a man-made hell
But from behind the steel bars, we could never prevail
The Ghetto Boys are trouble makers, cold common thugs
Tearin' down the neighborhood, but we don't do drugs
We're makin' trouble
That's right, we're makin' trouble
Look I'ma say this shit one time and one time only
We ain't against all white people
But we are against all white people that's against us
Fuck all you motherfuckers!
Fuck your jail cells
Fuck your mangy-ass dogs
Fuck your chewing tobacco
Fuck your confederate flag
And fuck your militias, your shotguns in the back of your pickups
You cow-herdin', sheep-fuckin', horseback-ridin'
Barefoot-walkin', tractor-drivin', trailer-park
Cousin-fuckin, nigga-jew-hatin
Redneck racist 
You mothafuckas are unbelievable
Y'all talkin' all that shit about "go back to Africa"
You weren't talkin' all that shit when we was out there in them fields sweatin'
Pickin' that cotton for y'all mothafuckin' asses
We built this mothafucka
We deserve just as much if not more prosperity than you hoes do
Angry white man, who the fuck you angry with?
You should be angry with your mothafuckin' self
Because we don't own corporate America
Y'all do
Corporate America is 70 percent white male Anglo Saxon
Y'all run the motherfucker, y'all took the job overseas
You wanna be mad at somebody, be mad at your goddamned self
But if you wanna get it on we can get it on mothafucka
Till the break of dawn you understand what I'm sayin'
You want a race war? You got it
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
I stumbled out the club ????
Drunk as fuck
And plus my visions is blurry
My face swoll' the fuck up
Clothes all muddy
It was buddy
From last week who I got into that argument
With - came back with his click
Muthafuckas in some deep shit
And so they asses got to pay
Make my way to a pay phone and hit J
"Hey, I just got jumped on
I'm over here at ???
It's the mob that ?? to the brain to the Gathor
A few minutes later
I saw the muthafuckin' Hummer
Here comes Big Chief
Mac-11, ready to bomb a
Cock suckers
??? niggas
Was gonna touch 'em
Muthafuck' the law
They ass went up, my nigga bust 'em
This is my biz
Kill 'em all
Don't leave no witness
Make you muthafuckas wishin' you wouldn'ta you done this
Handle your business
You violated my probation
Had to fry they ass like bacon
For fuckin' with me: retaliation!
What the fuck you doin talkin to that nigga?
(Ah boy, I - I went to school with him
That's my friend!)
Ho, shut up, you're pissiin me off
I'm bout to bust you in your goddamn mouth
Have you forgotten my description?
I'm a Geto Boy 
Ho, you got a head like a goddamn rock
Is your muthafuckin brain washed?
Just the other day I had a heartfelt blow
And I had to beep ya just to find ya, ho
Another thing I dislike is your funky-ass friends
Bitch, who you're fuckin, me or them?
You're with the hoes all afternoon
And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed
But fuck that shit, take off my ring and my flack
And you owe me 250 for the goddamn contacts
You say you love me, but you keep fuckin up
Dumb bitch, you ain't doin nuthin but
Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with this damn thang
Boom boom boom, and I'm about to make freedom ring
5th Ward Boys coming hard for the nine tre
I'm down with them Geto Boys so make my motherfucking day
The 5th Ward Boys on the motherfucking set
Putting a slug off in your chest
Cause you didn't wear the bulletproof vest
Nigga ratta tat tat to your temple
Shit is real simple, busting up domes like a pimple
Jump if you want, nigga, and I'm a half to hunt ya
Murder after murder after goddamn murder
Yo I'm taking niggas to the promised land
With little Bushwick, Scarface, and the goddamn ??? man
??? stupid fuck is fucking it up with Double O, life is stuck up
For the ten flow, so what you wanna do, ho
Yeah, cause we're checking mo motherfuckers, parking mo motherfuckers
And killing more motherfuckers than any one of you motherfuckers
While your ho sleeping let's get it on
And get your fucking wig split, fool-ass nigga, now bring it on
I can't see your ass bitch, so you'd better watch your bust or
Take that from a blind handicapped motherfucker
Smoking weed and steadily downing that Schlitz Malt Liquor
If you wanna step and get done, cause I'm that nigga
Well it's me that nigga D 
That fat square twister, the one who fucked your sister
I made her pussy blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under the seat ready to put the lead on ya
So punk motherfuckers try to test me if you wanna
Cause we're smoking that weed, feeling fine
Got me a 40 and a fat-ass dime 
A weed-smoking motherfucker, plus I kick doobies
I'm the one that told that nigga to go insance in that ?Loobies?
Ganksta NIP is fucking your daughter, G
I wake up every morning screaming "Somebody slaughter me!"
Step in my path, your ass is void
Cause I'm an aerodynamic, satanic, schitzophrentic android
Your mind ain't deep enough, claws can't keep enough
Dead bodies complaining we too loud, they can't sleep enough
Attempted murder, I didn't mean to hurt her
I hadn't ate in two years, I just wanted a cheeseburger
A bulletproof vest won't protect your chest
A whole body is hard to digest
Once I flex, count the next
The hardest I won like the recreation of Malcom X
So bring it on, I'm ready to slaughter
Sickness change quick, a 40 of holy water
Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah 
Bring it oooooooooooooon!
DMG bring it on
I've been a victim of society
They got me fucked in this whole shit
Niggas running up with M11's and some mo shit
It seems to me they wanna start something
But I'm a let this motherfucking 9 break em off something
My homie panicked cause he never thought it'd come to that
Miggity Mike serving em soft from these niggas gats
I guess it's like guerilla warfare
Now grab your gat and load your clip and go for delf until you make it there
And if you don't then grab your nuts, duke
Cause that's the only way these niggas living in the 9-deuce
More murder by killing and slaying some shit
You fake on the two, you find your homie dead in a ditch
Now the fucking water's getting hot
Homie after homie after homie's getting shot
And niggas are overlookin the joys of life
.357 with them hollow point shells in the midnight
Check it, first I walk up on him like I know him
Then, I let me conversation start to ho him
Yo, I never debates the way I handle my business
Cause niggas always be fucking shit up well it's time to handle they
Business
He's peeping out my missle as I stand straight
So now it's time to make his ass like a crushed grape
Come check a nigga gun for his get zound get click
Yo, you shoulda brought it on
3-2 comin at ya, comin at ya
Don't make me pull my shit and have to cap ya
With my Glock, I make it go "pop," it's a 17 shot
So a nigga gon drop, a nigga gon drop
You heard me roll a fatty
Now I'm at the window of your cocksucking caddy
So what you wanna do? It's about that time
Pop pop pop goes the weasil in my nine
Uh, where your nuts at nigga? You'd better let em hang
Cause we can get it on ho, it ain't no thang, uh
Mo murder mo motherfucking merrier
Cause I be one of the roughest niggas from the hardcore area
So quit running your mouth, bitch, you know you can't fade this
Rap-A-Lot south shit
It's the 3 the motherfucking 2
So bring on your motherfucking crew bitch, we can get it on
Strapped assassin, ghetto gladiator
Leaving a path of destruction like the motherfucking Terminator
Lurking the streets of hardcore, stalking like a predator
17 shots to the chest made his clothes wetter than mine
Cause the nine'll hit your ass everytime
Got my motherfucking b-mo, going straight for the dome
Wig-splitting nigga with the finger on the trigger
Sinister, symptoms of a motherfucking killer
B-I-G to the motherfucking M-E
Double L O's not a motherfucking ho
But a cutthroat, smiggity smoking niggas like dope
Now bitch don't choke, cause the dick's down your throat
Getting my blast on, nigga get your ass on
Riggy run your ass home cause I'm a bring it on
It's the return of the motherfucking dreadlock
Putting fools in headlocks, giving niggas headshots
You don't wanna fuck with me, I ain't that motherfucka
I mean that average run-of-the-mill ass nigga
You hoes better recognize that nigga that you up against
Mista mista Scarface ain't that nigga to be fucking with
So lay it down niggas, bump it down or feel the pressure
Cause I'm the type of nigga that's known for taking drastic measures
Quick to rip shit and leave a motherfucker twitching
So niggas make a run once the rifle starts spittin
Round after round after motherfuckin round
So bitches lay it down, I shut em down I shut em down I shut em down
Screaming for vengance I swear that I meant this decended
Surrender suspended cause niggas I meant it
Calm like an Islamic brother from the Nation
Still got the mind of a motherfuckin mental patient
I got the chrome to my own dome
But I'm a give you one before I take it home motherfucka so, uh
Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah 
Bring it oooooooooooooon!
11:45 I pull up on the set
With some down-ass niggas and a van full of gats
Jumped out, fired up my Phillie, went to bustin shots
Had to let 'em know Bushwick Bill was on the fuckin block
Niggas started haulin as I heard Big Mike callin
Jumped in the van
, slammed the door and started haulin
Ass around the corner, catch the niggas who had ran
Oki jumped out and went to bust him once again
Uh, makin niggas take cover fast
Cause we was puttin somethin on they motherfuckin ass
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So nigga, don't bother runnin for your trunk and shit
1-2-3-4 shots from the infra-red
Left 1-2-3-4 motherfuckers dead
And no witnesses in sight
All Bido said is that it happened after midnight
{*Scarface samples*}
"I never trusted him, I never trusted him, I never trusted him"
"For all I know he had me set up"
Ugh, and you know what Big Mike?
We gotta talk about.. these niggas who, you know..
Let these girls go through this shit though, right?!
You know what I'm saying?
Now, break that shit off
What's happening my nigga; what's happening my man?
I know what you're thinking, I know your motherfucking plan
Run, run, run from your motherfucking duties
Didn't want the baby but you wanted the bitch's booty
Fuck her then forgot her, get her right but then you'll quit her
Told her have an abortion or you ain't getting back with her
Another baby dying, another bitch crying
Another nigga lying when he needs to be frying
For going in the murder, he never meant to hurt her
But now she had the baby, all he did was desert her
Xed her out, kicked her to the curb and dumped her
Dumb motherfucker, ain't you heard of a rubber
And if not a rubber, respite the bulleting
Nigga; wake up and stop killing the unseen
Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good morning
Oh, what it's all about, Doracell is in your home and
The pistol's in your mouth, nigga, and it's on and
I represent that South, nigga, I bring it on and
Muthafucka, make this shit a simple situation, give me the loot
??? your baby and that bitch, I'mma shoot, and that's the truth
My pistol piece up against the wig
I ain'ts to be up in this bitch for long, nigga, you dig?
You baby-sit? Nigga, I don't give a fuck
A nigga fresh out of prison, down on my luck
What's up, cold steel touchin' on your dome
Excellent chrome about to roam through your home
Break yourself and I'm gone, it's all about the cheddar
Nigga, ain't no sense in frontin', fool's livin' better
Nigga, plus I'm bigger, G.B.'s in this bitch
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm the muthafuckin man
I remember fast times, sellin dope was my pastime
Life in the fast lane, while countin cash I'd
Sit back and wonder, what would become of me
The fiends would see the Beemer comin, and then they'd run to me
Step out the vehicle, yo what you need Joe?
I need a 20 and a nickel bag of weed bro
Make the sale then I'd bail out
Now it's time to get the hell out
Every day was the same thing, dopefiends named me
Big Crack Ak cause I sold 'caine mainly
Out of the big I had the biggest
Rocks on the block, so check it out yo money dig this
It was the purest in the rock form, the only way I sell it
No cuts, uh-uh, no B-12 to swell it
I got lucky made it out of the game
... Life in the fast lane
What’s up, nig?
-- Shit, hustlin’. You know the early bird get the first worm
Nam’sayin’? Ay, you seen T-Dog, man?
-- Nah, I ain’t seen that nigga. What’s up?
That nigga had—I don’t know what the fuck went on, man. I think the muthafucka tryin’ to fuck over us, man. Nigga…
-- What that bitch do?
He say he dropped a muthafuckin’ pot. But I know when you drop the pot—if he dropped the pot, all he gotta do is wait for the shit to harden up
-- Let me tell you somethin’, man, that’s the second  time that nigga done done that shit. That’s the second muthafuckin’ time
Right. So what’s up?
-- I vote we go get this bitch
Let’s go get this hoe
Ready Red, break it down
 ]
See we're known from 5th Ward in this world today
In the ghetto of course, but I know my way
I started at the bottom, on the way to the top
Don't allow no cops standin on my block
To all you police who try to diss
You just might be the law but I run this
Hit it
 ]
The instrument the turntables used for his benefit
You wanna be like Red, that's why your DJ bit
The cut's created by the master of disaster and me
I'm l-i-v-e, def as could be
 tellin folks that I can't rhyme
You could see my competition, it'll shock you blind
Johnny C the Prince of Rap, lord of all that's writt'
Accompanied by no sucker cause I run this
Hit it
 ]
Say yo, baby doll, hear what you say
That you work real hard each and every day
And all I do is sit around
And make you slave like a dumb-ass clown
You buy my clothes, supply the food
But you're the girl and I'm the dude
You take care of me and that is it
You might be my girl but I run this
Hit it
Niggas always tell me how real I sound when I flow
That's cause the shit I talk about, I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin cocksucker
Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfucker
So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E and spit at you nigga
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any bastard that fucked with mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head wide open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his ass whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what pussies do
Some say it ain't worth it but fuck that shit
I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a bitch
 When it gets gangsta..
I'm leanin on you
I'm leanin on you
I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about
Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made
Nigga I'mma still God damn be paid at the end
Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha
Shit that motherfucker there's, better than playin the lottery
You guaranteed to hit
Babies they can come up like instant millionaires
I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire
Nigga you understand what I'm sayin?
Some of y'all sucka busta ass nigga
Y'all don't understand that kind of shit
Y'all like, worry about the bitch
Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit
Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house
Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won't have that problem
GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU 
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU 
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
THE GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU
Rock you!
Raise up, bitch
So niggas don't fuck with me
Cause I'mma run the whole ninety-motherfuckin-three
And the rest of the years to come
So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And I'mma break you off a big piece
Cause niggas can't fuck with the big chief
Attention motherfuckers, about face
Salute the one that the people call Scarface
Still quick to hit 'em up, quick to get 'em up
Quick to not give a fuck
Never bringin the false shit
I left the mic for a year and I still ain't lost it
Still runnin 'em down, gunnin 'em down
Yeah, cause real niggas gonna clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business, nigga
The bigger the nigga, the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet, the bigger the fuckin gat
So step up with that ho shit
And I'mma empty the whole clip
Ain't no runnin like a rabbit
Cause I'mma let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker blast
And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass
Cause niggas ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But I ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet, then raise the fuck up
Always after my Lucky Charms and shit
Apple Jacks and shit like that
Once upon a time at the Honeycomb Hideout
Sugar Bear and Mikey sat alone gettin fried out
Lucky walked in with this nigga name Rice Grain
Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game
Lucky looked at Mikey and he said with a smile
Where's the silly rabbit, I ain't seen him in a while?
Mikey turned to Lucky, shook his head cause he ain't know
Probably trickin with this bitch from Rocky Road named Cheerio
I'm trippin off this shit cause I ain't never seen it right
I'm feelin kind of leary cause I'm higher than a kite
This vibe has really got me on this other level
It's time to mark a murder, my victim's Fruity Pebbles
I'm killin any motherfucker jumpin in my mix
I'm out to get you Pebbles, heard the bitch was turnin tricks
I'm packin up my shit, I'm longin for some red cock
Ups, ain't this a bitch, Face is on his way to Bedrock
Shortly after gettin there I met up with the freak
Nearly cuttin the bitch in half like some Shredded Mini Wheats
I'm makin my escape, sneakin out the back
Fuck, I'm bein spotted by this fag named Apple Jack
I put it on his ass so he couldn't come back to key me
Bleedin like a hog, I guess he musta ate his Wheaties
He used to kiss dicks with his partner Special K
I never had respect for homosexuals anyway
I'm on my way to Houston, played it safe I rode the ferry
And ran across this motherfuckin cop named Frankenberry
He's starin at a niggam, had the looks as if he knows me
He asked about the Bear, I said, Yeah, the Bear's my homie
The shit was kind of shadyk, I was nervous from the jump
Arrivin at the docks he got the word from Captain Crunch
Arrested for a murder, so now I'm thinkin, Shit
I didn't know that Captain Crunch was Cuckoo for this bitch
My trial came up and now I'm thinkin guilt
This dried up situation needs a little bit of milk
I had a half a gallon and  a nigga bought it
Reached and grabbed my spoon and made a motherfuckin run for it
I ate 'em up and washed 'em down with Miller
Mr. Scarface AKA your Cereal Killer
Yikes
Hehehe
Hehehe
The ants go marchin two by two
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marchin two by two
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marchin two by two
Cause the ants go marchin two by two
Hurrah
Hihihi...
Ah yeah…
Yeah, this is Lil J and the Geto Boys in this mutha once again
And we kicked the door in just like I told you we would in ’91 and ‘92
But you know, there’s a lot of people mad about our success
Such as the DEA, IRS, and other wicked people in high places
You know, when I was growing up, people used to tell me how dirty the system was
But I refused to be controlled by an ungodly system
So now they’re mad, and I’ma tell you why
I was born in the ghetto, but I didn’t allow myself to be systemized by the welfare system and poverty that they try to handicap us with in the ghetto
I worked my ass off, I pulled brothers off the street
And together, we built a multi-million-dollar record company in a few years
I did it the way it was supposed to be done
By hiring lawyers and accountants, make sure everything is done legally
But there’s still one problem: I’m Black
So, those people whom I referred to earlier feel like I’ve done something wrong
And escaped all the traps they set for us in the ghetto
They really are upset with me for helping my brother get off the street
Yeah, they were getting down for theirs—you know what I mean
Doing what they had to do to survive
So you know what they say? Those guys at Rap-A-Lot must be doing something wrong
Because it’s no way a group of niggas from the ghetto can run a multi-million-dollar business
But see, it’s all a conspiracy against ghetto boys all over the world to keep  down
But you know what? It’s our time, and we can’t be stopped
Until death do us apart
So keep supporting Rap-A-Lot, because they only kind of dope we’re selling
Is dope CD’s and cassettes
Yo, Bido, Scarface, Big Mike, and Bushwick
Here’s some of that ghetto dope processed in 5th Ward Texas
You down with O.P.P.? 
You down with O.P.P.? 
You down with O.P.P.? 
Who's down with O.P.P.? 
You down with O.P.P.? 
You down with O.P.P.? 
You down with O.P.P.? 
Who's down with O.P.P.? 
Break it down
Ho, hey, ho
Hey, ho, hey, ho
Hip Hop Hooray
Ho, hey, ho
Hey, ho, hey, ho
Smooth it out now!
The only way you wouldn't be gettin' dissed, jumped like a girlie 
Is if your father would've bothered to pull it out early 
You ain't got a single drip drop, you're stripped of hip-hop 
If I see ya disagree, you'll be gettin' your shit dropped 
It's the extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy, MC, you're swift to kick the bucket
I'm tired of Mr. Nice Guy, place your price high
Bet on a battle rhymer, tell my chances are sky high 
Never would you ever get the thrill to say, "Yo, sweat
You know that kid Treach, I took him out, he was no threat"
Because you know I'm better than that on my worst day
Dickin' competition's what I do in the worst way
Quick to do a hit for you, most likely, I spoiled you
Or brought you, ignored you, then broadly floored you
The proof is in the puddin', my collar ain't wooden
It takes more than an axe to tax, bless the children
Physically, facially, racially made to be
Crazily paid, a G, what a fuckin' way to be
Hot damn, I'm a man with a hand plan
Pimp smack that, then attract the new game plan
Eat your big beef, digest the rest, test
Shit, I was slept yet, then go to the next step
That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live 
That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give 
Makin' other brothers wanna go home and write shit
Bite what I might get, then up and say, "I quit"
Me gettin' got? , oh, what a beautiful thought from you
Ain't it amazing what some paper plus a pen and tongue can do? 
Yoke the joker
Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
Then beat the break into boogie
Firm and fully, chase bass-lines like bullies
All we wanna know is if your body wanna party?
It's 'nuff poo-tang tang for everybody!
So hip up and split up, get up, get up your with up
Souped up, put your dukes up, no guts set up for sit-ups
Flip up, watch us rip up
Shake shows until they fizz up
Rizz up like you're with us
If not, zip up your lip up
Whip up hits with ransoms,
foul styles get and ones
We came back 'cause we heard hip-hop needed another anthem
Black like Noah, in fact and fo' ya
If we was back in the days with the Drifters
We would've been known as the Flow-ers
Repin' these since the '70s, find me
So we went crazy in the '80s
So we won't kiss heinies in the '90s
Oops, the Naughty's, troops in sections with forties
So clap your hands and
hold your shorty, I'm Naughty
Here we go
Now holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me flow
Here we go
Now holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me flow
Here we go
Now holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me flow
Here we go
Now holla if ya hear me though
Come and feel me flow
Everything's gonna be alright 
Everything's gonna be alright 
Everything's gonna be alright now 
Everything's gonna be alright 
My third year into adulthood and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the street at night
Playing hide-and-seek with a machete, sexing Freddy's wife 
Some say I'm rolling on, nothing but a dog now
I answer that with a "Fuck you," and a bow-wow
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowing in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born, that's my life, oh, you don't know this song?
So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
All that man-to-man talk can walk, damn
If you ain't live it, you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
In Illtown, pure luck got stuck-up, props got shot
Don't worry got hit by a flurry and his punk ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
They teach in schools I'm the misfit y'all will outlast
But that's cool with the fool, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you wouldn't understand the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto 
Why me? 
Why me?
Here comes the money 
Here comes the money
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money
Comin' round the corner with my Uptown bunch
I bet your bottom dollar that you're bottom-bunk chumps
Give it up, it's a juice thing, I'm steppin' for the rep and
Wreckin' all the rest and weapon testin' on who's steppin'
Ain't no bluff for the niggy-nuff, for the rugged rough stuff
Nigga, if you're tough, knuckle up
I'll cut your ass like class, then blast you by the trash
After I laugh, then I'll dash
You can't handle the scandal of an uptown vandal
Shootin' up your toes, makin' sandals
Somebody told me that you own me, but can't nobody hold me
I do my dirt all by my lonely
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna
We gonna
We gonna
We gonna, we gonna, we gonna, we gonna
We gonna, we gonna, we gonna, we gonna
Cleveland niggas are the craziest
Carolinas niggas are the craziest
Virginia niggas are the craziest
Kentucky niggas are the craziest
St. Louis niggas are the craziest
Atlanta niggas are the craziest
Maryland niggas are the craziest
San Diego niggas are the craziest
Seattle niggas are the craziest
Boston niggas are the craziest
Illtown niggas are the craziest
Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
Jersey City niggas are the craziest
All my Newark niggas are the craziest
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in god we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you till I join you cause I'll keep in touch
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in god we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you till I join you cause I'll keep in touch
We'll mourn - that's what we'll do
We'll mourn - till we're with you
What the?
Yo, yo, yo, what's up, yo? 
Oh, it's like that?
We gon' rush you again
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Now, rude boy, come test the sound of Treacherous MC
Massacre Naughty By Nature, crew caught flame, man, ease up
   
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three
One and in comes the two to the three and
We can do it in the middle of the 
We can do it on the beach in the 
We can do it anywhere that you (like girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night)
We can do it in the middle of Little Italy
Don't worry about your man, he can't do diddily
Ohhhh... I can do it better!
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Señora!  Señorita! 
Tan preciosa , media linda 
Señora!  Morenita 
Tan preciosa , tan bonita 
Quítate toda la ropa mi amor
Quiero estar en un contigo, corazón
Quítate toda la ropa mi amor
Quiero estar en un contigo, corazón!
Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!
I'm up six hours early, it's a kitten hittin' day
The dog catcher doesn't speak, his moves switches
'Cause I catch the pussycat and he catches all the bitches
I go for cats, plus I ball hard
'Cause you can never get the purr or the fur from a bulldog
So I'm back for the cat, give up the nappy, skat
So I can take a cat nap
Oh yeah, I like my pussycat deep
So if she's tired or sleep, I have some place to soak my feet
I see some lookin' for a bigger knot, what a nigga got
Just make sure there's satin sheets in your litter box
That's when they hit us with our props
Make sure the room is hot and locked
With "Gangsta Bitch" in the boombox
I hit it chill and leave happily
And if somebody knocks it after me, there'll be a catastrophe
You don't ever let me get a little bit
For the kibbles 'n bits, I hit for nipples and tits! 
Always do the hittin' with a lubricated mitten
Some do lickin', stickin' just to get it written on a kitten
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Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me? 
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty cat at, strokin' me?
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho 
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho
Competition on canvas, never have I heard a tongue
Throw a word to me without it being fuckin' hung
Give it a noose-job, neck him up and keep him learning
Should've had projects in the days of Mississippi Burning
I'd love to see the white sheet hit the concrete
And see that head go up and down from a thousand feet
'Cause the brothers 'round my way don't even play all that
They see a sheet and a cross, they say, "Oh, give me that"
Halloween in Illtown, now don't you be a ghost
'Cause you could get yoked, broke, or even worse, smoked
Now this rhyme has been called lyrically loco
But it had to have the flow to let the hoes go
Let the hoes go
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho 
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho
"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"
"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"
Singin' like the buddha bang
Hang out with a true crew down with the coochie bang
Brothers come to do the same
But monkey see, monkey do
Get your monkey ass brained!
Individuals get original 'cause a this a be critical
And pickable and pitiful
I ain't with the big con heart
Rippin' other rhymes apart, here to spark me some iron parts
I stick to a city with some ripple, hit a bitty from the middle
Hang on kitties like a cripple nipple
Checka check it out, on and on and on
Rock on, to the breaka breaka dawn it's on
"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"
"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"
"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"
"On and on and on, on and on and on
Checka checka it out, to the breaka breaka dawn"
We came here to party, join together everybody
Let's celebrate 
It's a holiday 
We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
Let's celebrate 
It's a holiday 
We came here to party, join together everybody
Let's celebrate 
It's a holiday 
We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody
Let's celebrate 
It's a holiday 
Do we .. doo-wee
Do we .. doo-wee-yeah..
Do we, dumdum-dum-dum-dum-dum
You know what I'm sayin?
We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit, Def Jef in effect
We got the producer of this track, Kay-Gee
We got my girl Nikki D in the house
My man engineer all-star Dave
My man on the sax, Andy
We got another engineer Angie and assistant Todd
We got Anj-Du, G-Quick
We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rasheem, Mook Daddy
Skee Steve Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house
Cherokee, Topin, and Lisa
And we outta here like last year
'Cause we come this deep every day, all day
Peace
So neither you or yours, him or hers can do what?
I carved up ya hard bunch, so call it a crew cut
You ain't ready, remarkable, or regal
You're the fucking reason that abortion shit is legal
I'm eager as a beaver, yo, bite my shit and bring it back like a retriever
Off the nuts, mutts, I see ya
I ain't got time to be, trying to be find to be
Try, never find a G, if I find, it's mine, you see
They wanna come up, oh, why, how?
I say, "Oh, try now, step and I'll punch off your eyebrows"
I'm representing Jersey, Lord, have mercy
Naughty and Heavy, you'll never be ready, baby 
Ready for dem, but dem no ready for we, blam
Ready for dem, but dem no ready for we, blam, blam
Ready for dem but dem no ready for we
Bring nummy-num one, bring nummy-num two, bring nummy-nummy-num three
Ready for dem, but dem no ready for we, blam
Ready for dem, but dem no ready for we, blam, blam
Ready for dem but dem no ready for we
Bring nummy-num one, bring nummy-num two, bring nummy-nummy-num three
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I ain't the type to give up
Guard your grill, knuckle up
I swung first, so what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up
Put 'em up, you ain't tough
Guard your grill, knuckle up
This goes out to the 118th Street Posse
My man J Scratch in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
And oh yeah, pss-pss-pss-pss
Don't forget, guard your grill, knuckle up
A strong what up to my man Kid Capri
This goes out to my man Jack Don
I gotta say what's up to my man Pop Dezzy Dezza
What's up to Clark Kent and my man Face
This goes out to my man Fitz and the whole Down the Hill 'cause they know how to definitely guard they grill
I gotta say what's up to my man Dre and he's in the house
This goes out to my man Tamere, he's definitely in here
What's up to my homie Kool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shoutout to my man Grand Puba, one of the fiercest MCs out there
Peace goes out
Peace to my man Frank Ben, we outta here
Peace
Yeah, V-Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's right, so everybody sleepin' on me, yo, stay off of my dick
We gon' stomp this time around
But yo, I'ma hold the joker by his neck
And we gon' stomp straight through the '90s 
Look whose mother's in the studio, thirty sons and daughters
Mrs. Seven Figures in the back pitchin' quarters
Come and try to run with it, never in a lifetime
Thirty M's could add to Caesar's, still I bet I'll get mines
I heard your girl's havin' a baby, now will what she have?
A bag of dope, a bottle of crack, or a sess bag?
There ain't no part of me with sorry written on it, slick
You couldn't rock a crooked cradle, you fuckin' prick
The way I rock hood shit, you just awful like it
My style so fat, I had to throw it on a water diet
Bullshit you not, I ain't the type to be fuckin' with
Wreckin' with, and if my mic had tits, then I'll be neckin' it
Onslaught at an encore, you stinkin' rat
You so dumb, you tried to buy a fuckin' thinkin' cap
Now that tells us in a sec right where your head is at
In between some bitch's legs lickin' ass to lap
My name is Treach, remember this and don't you ever 'fess
That's a shame, I get two minutes just to say, "Next"
Fuck who follows you, you and them could help each other
I treat you both like any other motherfuckin' runner
This is the flavor, tasty, although sugar-free
So have a Coke, have a smile, and have a booger, G
 'Cause you don't mean shit to me
I'm takin', put you where good shit's meant to be
I rock a rhyme that'll be a straight up def track
Droppin' more shit than White Castles and Ex-Lax
A studio to me is just a chance to rock, G
I rock and rock, hot damn, call me VinRocky 
That's just what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
I say one thing and your whole crew's walkin' out
So due to lyric theater, this is one lyric less
If I were you, I'd take him, throw him on his fuckin' neck
Something in flow should come straight from the horse's mouth
Mr. Ed's dead, so his ass is the best way out
Shit man for hire, this hitman is the law
I run more tracks than a San Francisco trolley car
Prepare for the winter, oh yeah
I could write your fuckin' album and you'll still be the last one there
I start to heat up and rip shit and won't cheat
You couldn't get it hard if the eyes was on Broad Street
So don't you ever never tell me I'm not good enough
I got more stuff than a teddy bear from ass to gut
This is a solid you could never outlast
If bullshit was worth a dime, you'd have a job in a cow's ass 
Settin' the record straight for the '90s
No more talkin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, it's time to stop feelin' sorry for y'all little suckers, we takin' all y'all out
Word up, even if it's a line, you know what I'm sayin'?
Knuckle up, put 'em up, nothin'
Mind your business
You know what I'm sayin'?
Word up
Naughty By Nature, Naughty's there for a reason
Peace
And it's time for y'all to get scared now
Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp, why
Sleepin with a limp eye
Pass the hot potato, Treach done  chop to french fries
Mad as a murder vet, man, it'll hurt a set
Well, to hell with you and your fat-o with the girdle neck
So ol' golddigger, dig some dirt, there you have it
Want ring or a marriage, go get the carrot from a rabbit
Before I stab him for his lucky foot
Hit him with a puffy hook, hit the hare, now look how lucky looks
I'm not a chip on your shoulder, I'm a boulder on a path
Left a gash, you catch a headache in your ass
Class I'm disrespectin', I won't see you trippin', clown
Shh - when I do, you be trippin', slippin' and fallin' down
All's left to call cops
When I smack you with a leather wig and make you suckers suede bald spots
Chip-chop, flip the hip-hop, I chuckle
You couldn't knock boots with a muthafuckin' knuckle
It's on, what's more, talk and get a boo-boo from your jaw
It's easy as 1-2-3-4
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 
1 potato, 2 potato, 3 potato, 4 
That's what I'm talkin 'bout
Word up
4 potatos
4 verses
Some hard rough stuff for all those hungry MC's out there, youknowmsayin?
Yeah baby
Nothin commercial about this
The Militant Mack in the house
And I got a right hand for all that try to stand in my face and front
Believe that
And I'm comin straight from the streets
Word up
It feels good to ya 
Let me see how you rock wit it 
Ride the beat baby, drop wit it 
And don't worry bout a damn thang 
It feels good to ya 
Let me see how you rock wit it 
Do your thing, come close wit it 
And don't worry bout a damn thing 
Feels good..
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands 
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands 
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
It feels good to ya 
Let me see how you rock wit it 
Ride the beat baby, drop wit it 
And don't worry bout a damn thang 
It feels good to ya 
Let me see how you rock wit it 
Do your thing, come close wit it 
And don't worry bout a damn thing 
Feels good..
It feels good to ya 
Let me see how you rock wit it 
Ride the beat baby, drop wit it 
And don't worry bout a damn thang 
It feels good to ya 
Let me see how you rock wit it 
Do your thing, come close wit it 
And don't worry bout a damn thing 
I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!"
"Can't nobody hold me, I do my dirt all by lonely"
Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin', patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar
Here we go
Come on
Oh here we go
Come on
Oh here we go
Come on
Oh here we go
Come on
My circle working hurt the urkel
Now the vertical skirt show jerk
They get so fat they get had by the mad circle
And what you gonna feel
How you gonna feel when I flow, oh
I wanna know, I wanna know, I want to know
Yo, I'm the fear of the year
Yeah I'm that fear
And I'm the same trigga nigga from last year
A plenty of MCs is lackin'
Writin' slicker I'm whippin'
And if your girl is missin' that's the new kitten I'm hittin'
So don't put out an A.P.B
Put out an O.P.P
Done by you know me, hehe
Hanging like a tassel
Honey wanna wrassle
I tear you a new hiney like the rotten rascals
Past hoes have no place to roam
They're alone
So find them on their asses
Send the hoes home
And best not have an attitude
If you every ho with an attitude
If I stomp you that should flatter you
Never diss the flavor unit 'cause well do a battle
You punch it out of you
They might want to battle you
We got tricky hes for the tricky shes
We got La, Salt N Pepa, Yo-Yo, Lyte and Nikki D
And they come figure in the Higgy G
And how your lost ass was found is still a fuckin' mystery
And you can bring any one friend
I’ll leave you cryin' like an onion walking crooked-like up on your heel
Here we go
Come on
Oh here we go
Come on
Oh here we go
Come on
Oh here we go
Come on
Goddamn, Treach ripped that shit
I hear you, Treach, 'cause yo
We gon' take care of straight up business this time around
It ain't no playin', no playin'
Buckle up, guard your grill
What you got to say to all them people that slept on Naughty By Nature? 
Well, we gonna wake 'em up this time around, you know what I'm sayin', Rasheed?
But yo, let's give crazy shouts to my man Slick Tough, he's in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
Gotti wanna say what's up to my man from Skills in Rally Park
Ballin' up the Street Posse 
My man Mack Daddy for leakin' the 15th Street Posse is in the house, you know what I'm sayin'?
I gotta give a crazy shout to my little sister Angie, she's in the house
DeDe, Mark, Kianna, Top Dezu, Yaya, Giv, and the whole 18th Street Posse
We in effect, Ski, you know what I'm sayin'? 
But yo, I gotta give another shoutout to the boys from the block
My man Hamdu, Kaka, Mufi, Howie, Chill, Mad Truth, Kooky, Lil Ski
And everybody from the block, you know what I'm sayin'? Todd, yo
We coolin' 
Kini, Key Will 
Yeah, niggas can't understand it 
Yo, so, we out
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all, Say It's Alright
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On, Say It's Alright
To all my people on the left 
To all my people on the right 
To all my people up top 
And in the front, don't stop 
This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin' at Fort Dix representin' 118
Get out in '96, I'll see you then
The chain remains
This, aah, Lil' Pers, aah. 14-6-23-0-1-6, Washington, DC. Right now
I'm up in Fort Dix, aah, New Jersey
My outdate is 12/25/2003
Way I'm thinkin' is, aah, it's all messed up, if there could be something for all the brothers who be locked dizzown
'Cause they locked down out there
And we definitely locked down in here
Do something, it's all bad. Peace out!
Yo what's up, this Terreet Pett, formerly known as 1-11-7-19
I'd like to give a couple of shouts to come of the brothers
I was locked down wit down in Bordentown
Aleem Jones, Kenneth Martin, Big Will Baskerville, Big Bruvon Fuller, my man Asherkol from Camden, Big Jahad from Camden
And I'm out!!
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
The hood no matter bad or worse comes first
KayGee's cutting spots, headbutt crooked cops
The hood's hot, bustin' props
Couldn't pop the cop with a slingshot
You played post and boast we came to roast
Are we even? If you're still breathing, we ain't even close
I.O.U. Drop the 'O', drop your whole sugar-free flow
You wanna write a diss, you should'a made it so we never know
Now we do, now you're through, the Flavor Crew is after you
To Iron Mike and Slick Rick, slip the Naughty names on the list
And leave room for a ninety-man clique
We saw the Rodney King thing and snapped
We should'a left our homes alone and went to paint the White House black
If radio can't flow 'cause there's no goody-good verse
Tell 'em the hoody-hood comes first
The streets are so slick, they’re greasy, yes indeedy, feed the needy
Easy to murder if you’re hungry or greedy, gang sets in graffiti
I mean, we mean like Idi Amin, I mean I finna' a track a treaty
Take my warrants to Tahiti
Throw up your flags like soccer
, nothing but war on TV
R.I.P Apache up in heaven in a platinum teepee
Aggressive is the message, No lessons without the effort
Bang bang live by the gun, dye by the gun, it's a flag thing
"Niggas in the hood ain't changed"
"Only the streets tell stories"
"Niggas in the hood ain't changed"
"Only the streets tell stories"
Hook
Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision
Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'
Keep my material similar to a serial killer
Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller
Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter
Pat
Pats to better brat packs
I'm airing shit out like DAT
Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings
Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven
Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop
Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not
Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk
It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault
I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit
Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT
To your advantage if you could manage the damage
I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded
Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards
Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse
On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary
That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry
Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'
From the beatin' ya seekin'
Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'
On time for too much tough talk
Nigga walk and keep walking
Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking
I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late
Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state
Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag
Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag
Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds
A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown
This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on
With more thong then Janet with her panties on
Ya best to get it out the way boy
The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow
Hook
235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin'
Emcee season on those who treason
I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then
Intoxication, a million copies in circulation
Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain
Equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration
Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run wit
On that one shit keepin' you outnumbered
Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection
'Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections 
Driftin' on memories
When nature's in the place to be with R&B
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wait and see, oh well
And I'm rockin', the rhyme will shine on through
Just for you
Straight from the soulful, smoother ruler
Doin' my thing, meanin' whatever I choose to
Involve the self in, many are meltin'
Stop before you start, your little heart ain't helpin'
The situation knockin' the nation
Hip-hop with pop, pop, poppin' populations
Raises profits, systems knock it
Cool, but this ain't as smooth as I get
A ninety-man clan, a slam jam bandstand
And I can-can, plan and cram fans
In any form or fashion, time for the cashin'
Throw 'em rhythm and rappin'
Half of half of even their half, then half of that half
A smash when I rap
Or quick, I stick to a hit like an iron on
Oh, what for? 'Cause the rhyme'll shine on
Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X to fade*
 Turn up your motherfuckin RADIO 
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
{ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da, ladi-dadi-da}
Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!
Check it out
I heard this track right here and I kinda felt a lil' somethin'
You know, it took my mind some place it ain't been
Search deep into another world
So I'm tryin' to figure out what make this world go 'round, for real
People are stressed
Oh how, oh how come every time we have problems, they mix stunts?
Sendin' people to other planets when they still ain't fixed this one
Victims from a distance, predictions of affliction
Some factions cause frictions, so fractions need fixin'
Mixin', makin' music, man, to make it work
Some stickin', shakin', bruisin', damn, just ta brake a purse
It's worse, misguided, some guttered
Locked on the block 'cause the cops can't be trusted
Busted, flustered, frustrated, frustrations of no more patience
Insides are cold and vacant, check how we lay it
Why when we speak, they try to stifle our breath?
Cock a rifle to chest, then ya have the party of ya life at ya death
Ohhhh, I wanna know, I wanna know
Oh why, oh why is it always the good that have to go?
And they tell us that's just how this life goes
So I look at the kids, and wonder where their life might go
Get high to tell ya low that's how its done on the bricks
We all mad at the world when the world ain't done shit
Just the people in it and the scavengers who function
Who destroy the earth then blame the earth for its malfunctions
And that's gettin' maybe a tad bit too deep to follow
But the black form is strong, and far from bein' hollow
Why do we get so much into this freein' Willy
When Willy is Free
He and them ain't doin' shit to free my city
And it's a pity for those who can't get the nitty gritty
That's when the gritty gets grimy, and the wicked gets witty
So much pain on the brain, can't restrain
Place the comma, too much drama
But I'll bleed to please my momma
So I'ma strive to perfection, leave pride in slum sections
Keep wit' my crew and make all due corrections
But that's what makes the world go 'round
The ups and downs, a carousel
Oh, how the ways?
Nowadays, baby's comin' from spittin' out momma's nipple
From the cradle to the killa, leavin' corpse and cripples
A Brooklyn boy dies, shot by a cop for a play gun
Our kids' days are up, even if they ain't stray ones
You lay one, or two, or the more now the merrier
The day's done when crews war, and now streets get scarier
Cops hit blocks, sayin' we'll beat 'em into freedom
Then we feel robbed like there's no God when we need Him
So we act accordingly 'cause we don't see enjoyment
The only line of business I'm offered is unemployment
So we gots to get ours and I's got to get it
And it is what it be, so see that I'm with this
Media has us believin' the hype
Don't pull out ya new shoes
'Cause only the bad news is good news
Farrakhan wants us to take the streets back, time to take it
Before our whole race is stripped naked
I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step then stash the stem 10 clips
In ten shit bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
Wit
Protection see X again tools ta fry  and unified like Mexicans but if
Shit
Is slow in comin' a fiend that's one thing thats when you see twenty
Niggas running to one fiend
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy from me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you flour I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy
Living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I need 'em I gotta see em and please 'em but first
Of
All clothe & feed 'em so we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
The beginning to the end its dividend to the end so I like to hang out
And
Hustle wit my friends
Hang out and hustle with my friends - "Sweet" Charles Sherrell
Cause I like to hang out and hustle
Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here.  All that partying shit
Must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin' my
Clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard.  My hands stay
Full of ash.  My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least, but I'm out there
Flippin' clips feeding the belly of the beast.  It's first of the month
Money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
Cuttin'
Sales off with my bike.  Now with my niggas in session we freestyle
Rhyme
Reminiscing moving that shit 20's of clips at a time
We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture
Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture
I'll mac a meal in fact until I stack the bills to rack the skills
To get a track ta kill them rap at will, the
I is capital
Double L, lower case t-o-w-n
No trouble, I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Such come a dime a dozen, fuck some
You lost the race by a dick slut's cum 'cause nuts won
What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit' me, slick ta freak quick
Your girl's poonany's packed like
tha freaknic
We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch
Now your fucking soul ain't so mischievous
Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder
Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders
Big as bouncers
Ounce ta ounces
Don't make us check you
Yes you, just know respect due!
I'm hearin' niggas in the game yappin' this yappin' that
Talkin' Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap
But I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand
I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then
Give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me
Pump it through the Flavor Unit, spread it through the industry
The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets
Sound's knockin' from malls to swapmeets
And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores
We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores
And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the Beamer or Lexus
Guess which nigga is next to flex this
Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't test this
You can fool some of the people some of the time
But not all of the people all of the time
Some of the rhymes some of the times 'cause some of the 9's some of 'em mine
And 'bout a brown as Bobby wit' a trolley
To bury Halle, it's chocolate so pardon Dolly as a hobby
When it comes to harm me ya don't alarm me
'Cause I roll wit' Double I and Ron G's army
So that's 235 on a slang bang
And see Ron wit' a nigga for fucking A-Train
And that's deep like the minds of Minolta
Deep ditch like the Swedish knits on John Travolta
If you don't look good we don't look good
These nuts that soon clear the room
So boom to the break and break, ah, to the snap
And snap ta the beat, I'll freak them, bring it back
So's I had no choice but ta roll wit' the flow
Plus I came over the bridge and I ain't wasting my toll
Never a fad and madder than mad and radical rude rottin' razxkal kid man
What's happenin'? check the skills on the real it's best to chill don't
Be
Caught in the down the hill ordeal it's ill
Man this shit is deep huh! I'm goin' deep undercover like a muhfucker
Way
Beneath the sheets full blows get thrown to the upper dome and continue
To
Go on until you're up and gone
When we spot a block knok no tellin' where the rest will go hustle with
My
Friends straight ballin' like testicles bowlin for dollars rollin' for
Hours rappers the pin strike is my friend they be took out in groups of
Ten
Scoopin' change you'll be like "Who's that group again?" on the ground
With no sound with just boots and chins yeah and ya don't stop lust
Check
Out us Illtown niggas rock
So you won't, give the Illy nones
Like I fucked your bitches, silly grudge
Yeah protect and serve that ass, with a billy club
Go the right way, to get rid of ya, political riddle ya
Fuck with me I'll turn you to a traffic ticketer
To put it plain I'm SICK of ya, cherry tops are pitiful
Break bones and ligments, can't fix it, so dig shit
To keep niggas ig'nant, and in crap, like pig shit
That's just a fragment, of what they invent, to bend shit
Years were handed, for Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
But they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two 
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my uzi too
Who the fuck are you to tell a fool rules?
I got somethin for those droppin a loss
And somethin else for all you FAGGOTS pullin me out of my car
Let's have some fun, one on one, bite the badge, drop the gun
You did the same, thing we done, I got my niggas on the run
I ain't the one!  Fuck that!  Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggas on the run
I ain't the one!  Fuck that!  Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggas on the run
I ain't the one!  Fuck that!  Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggas on the run
I ain't the one!  Fuck that!  Get up, ah get up, no get down!
We'll just be niggas on the run, I ain't the one!
The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pound around
Around a pound of pound of some shit quick ta break it down
Because the boom-ta-bat-boom-boom makes me want to zoom zoom
In ya poom poom, break fool across the room soon
As we zoom pass one tellin' me chillin's a felony
Jokers play like poker, now out comes the jealousy
Apparently I am politically overpowered, they can't touch this
We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest
So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
But funk that, funk them, funk this if they front wit
That same ol' jibber jabber yap flapping groupie crew
Etcetera etcetera, ya gotta move the same ol woopty woo
You ain't even gotta fill me in, ya better me kill then
'Cause we straight holdin fort like them Indians
You talk that I'll lock you up for loitering
You'll hit the border then, then you won't be policin' you'll be borderin'
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighborhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now 'cause they found Illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighborhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now, don't worry now
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighborhood?
Just pound the sound, don't worry now 'cause they found Illtown
Now who's these motherfuckers in our neighborhood?
Just pound the sound, pound the sound
Life is a roll like the dice and you know?  
Do you wanna play?
Now if you, base out and ace out, ace is an ass out
Also an ass whip, you catch with those who catch it most don't last it down
On Doogan, they rollin' two deep, so they ain't too steep
And crews creep but they hard to beat, bustin' out two jeeps
There's Tracy, tricky and trickin' chokin' nuff chicken
She's burnin' and when that chick is broke that bitch is stickin'
Up the block is for the ho no another pro ho
She pick pockets when she rocks
It it ain't no loot out on that ho stroll
On block five ya catch a fever and get no breather either
Beat it or break it to break it down through where I need it
Look for trips yeah the triplets cause that's the hit click
And on down is a pick up cause it's a stick-up on the freak tip
Just when you think things were looking messy
She lives six houses on the leffy
Her name is sexy hooked up by Becky
True to the dice not new to the dice
Sexy dropped me off 456 Ci Lo Blvd
Right after she blew on the dice
Aced out
Ain't no cop dice nigga
123rd the block'll splatter ya cap's catch ya they batter ya niggas
Stretch even scavengers breaking fool like Attica
Stolen Glock and he know, holding spots from below
Primos for them g-notes rolling rocks in kilos
Ci-lo is the set up poppy's rockin and poppin' ya
123rd kids fuck up, bank jackings like Joshua
Snake what wakeup or bake up pay up or break up
You're on the block rocked needin' three bitches ta shake up
Pimpin ain't easy, but if ya mac you'll be the largest
So if he asses out he got no hoes, just three new charges
Ass and face up in the cut look who dodges
Wait, the case is open and shut fuck garages
And everyone on the strip is more than one-time offenders
And they trusting the role like they trustin' public defenders
You see 'em don't want to be 'em hope ci-lo free 'em
I'm schemin' a fuckin' demon after per diem
I'm leaving sometimes this evening, yeah, in the PM
Not even wit attitude rude cause fool I'm geein'
A crafter, after a billing not asking on ya
The master, mackin' a million tax-free from this corner
]
My mind thinks twice, ignites, pick snipes
Don't pluck, I'll fuck your finger Anthony Prejudice Presley
Now I got more Snipes than Wesley
Test me, touch me and lay next to the rest of the pesty
Rust musty puss head who tried to fuck me
But see this is where I BOOM and ZOOM
Just drive a line like a cartoonist on some SOON shit
Adidas couldn't read us so they freed us
Then we tried Reebok from a cheater, succeeded then got weeded
Oh Anna, rip of some grandma's, no my Grandma from Santa Ana
To Atlanta where cops ain't a-feared and niggas wear 'dannas
Now tell ya lady that I'm crazy when I'm stunning
There's a party in her mouth and guess whos coming?
'Cause it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
'Cause it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
'Cause it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
'Cause it's a slang bang thang
Slang bang, it's a slang bang thang, a slang bang thang
Hup, hup, yeah niggas
It's all about a slang bang
Doin this shit lyrically on wax
And getting paid for it
Word up, we don't care where you're from
Everybody can get down with the slang bang
We doin "rhyme-bys" on record
Hahahaha, wooweeeeee........
Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in drama
Colors and ganja like black autototes for armor
Millies and macks never the same pocket
Kept his phillies and crack how the streets rock it
Switch em, b cases like he fathered the system
Organized block cinemas away from the prison
With souls, lost rows and so on
Fall victim to the streets and so much can go wrong
Rebels meet crumble and majesties for salaries
Out of towners and goose downers introduce pounders
A lay loot for power evil roots shoot through cowards
Lettin other niggas just regulate they hours
Coke or chronic, philly roll millie by his scrotum
Barrel x to g packs
Never got along with cops, like it was Brett Favre and D backs
It's how rap cats believe that
"Just puttin in work"
And it's on like that
Castro, you know it's on like that
"Huh huh huh huuuh work"
And it's on like that
Yeah y'all we gettin it on like that
"Puttin it in y'all, puttin it in y'all"
Check it, I get deep voice like Barry
All you keep, naw you keep
Forgot I got permit to carry
All you sleep
Look at me, his face I'll bury
I look at you and say that's what happens when cousins marry
"Work"
Hate that funk shit, don't show up
Tore up from the floor up
My gat's so fat it needs to loose weight like hold up
On the run huh, it might be bailin in a Bronco
I be layin low from Rocko
In a condo outside of Toronto
How I feel about y'all poppin shit
Like a constipated port a lot of noise but you ain't droppin shit
This is me here, it ain't no other man
Always into somebody's business like you was 
"Work"
Nigga I puts in like ten men
Kick up more dust than dirt
Drinkin more gin than Vin
Well see no El Nino or ghetto tsunami
Couldn't drop up on me so we got to fuck over Tommy
"I puts in work"
I puts in work, and it's on like that
Motherfucker with them snakes and rats
I puts in work
"Work"
And it's on like that
Hope you motherfuckers watch your back
Cuz I puts in work
"Work"
"New Jerus y'all Dirty Jerz y'all"
"Work"
"Ah ow, Indiana comin on through"
"Work"
"Oh, what it mean y'all comin from Queens"
"Work"
"Hey, put it down for my town"
Automatic system and vinyl cipher kinetics
Microphone intimidation impenetrable phonetics
Lyrical mentality a syndication of style
Prepare to battle on the mic
Generation Nesian Child
So what's your cipher pick up the vibe and turn the lights on
Semantic imagery of audio system we ride on
Let bygones by bygones you know you can rely on
The beat to carry the melody prolifically all night long
It's on to the break of dawn Nesian Style party all night long its on
View sound through all types of audio spectrums
Contender's reigns are short lived once we rock their sections
I come complex wit flows like Sabre, Trax and N.A.T did
Orbit the mic Beastie Boys Intergalactic
It's on
It's on tonight
On and on tonight
It's on
It's on tonight
On and on tonight
Chorus x2
]
I got Henney, I got sizzurp
I got dinner, I got dessert
(I got goons in the hood with cases
Cone head hoodies and they rocks grew faces)
I got this side, I got that side
I gotta a big bag baby full of bitch better act right
(I got wolves on deck all about they hood
Bangin' out and they ain't neva been about they hood)
Hahaha, yeah
You wore panties all fancy with that sheet shit over it
Nuts tend to lock after an hour and you NOTICE
Female cause charlie horse in my shorts
Nuts beggin me to leave you in the worst part of Newark
Then I thought of a plan and you called me a pervert
Shit, hurtin and you beefin cause I want you to jerk it?
I wish I knew your booty call was a coochie brawl
I woulda had a better ball at the booty bar
Balls swole like a bowl with my dick in the dirt
Shoulda wait til you got up and went and jumped in your purse
See you felt below the belt, while I kiss it you hug it
Ain't come to suck or fuck it, shit you ain't have to TOUCH IT
My thang was cool, takin a nap on my lap
Then you rub it til my balls catch a cramp from the back
Smoke the tight sack, sport the nightcap, you spoke it right back
Balls black and blue, nuts stingin like a spiked bat
You ain't right rat!  DAMN!  DAMN!
You're givin me the blues
Girl I've got the blues 
 wit yo' TEASIN ass
It's all because of you
 You know what?  You ain't leavin
And those freaky things you do
 Get your hat, get your coat
 your purse, and GET OUT!!
You're givin me the blues
Girl I've got the blues 
It's all because of you 
And those freaky things you do 
Ohh, ohh, oh-ohh, ohh, uh, oh-ohh oahhhh
Uh, oh-ohh oahhh, uh uh uh uh
Ohh, ohh, oh-ohh, ohh, uh, oh-ohh oahhhh..
*turntables scratching over live performance of Hip Hop Hooray*
I live and die for hip
This is hip hop for today
I give props to hip hop so
 
 
 Say what? 
 Say what? 
Hip hop hooray! 
 Say what?  Louder!
 Huh?  Say what?
 
Everybody say ho! 
Nineteen naughty motherfuckin three and we the fuck out of here!
You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched
Now they better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of them niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be both
And I gotta roll with the raws
And get with the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with
See we the ones that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
Cuz we don't give a fuck 
Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
But I know some niggas be fakin themselves
That's cuz they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers, hustlers
]
Naughty is the perfect party, party favors, party neighbors
Party hardy with the party papers
Diamonds and pearls, it’s a world of girls
We love the girls all– 
Pick a bush of the mushes, the prayers or the wishes
Man, when I get mad I might go smoke sticker bushes, huh
Might come with a swing 
 let your girl kick you in the nutsack
And don't let me hear that sorry bull
'Cause I hit you in the face with a 
Illin' from the illin' Illtown
Drillin', willin' chill now, 'cause I'm feelin' I'ma ill now
I can't help it if you're weak well
Since you  seek help, but first here's a seatbelt
You owe me like your girl's a roamer
Now I own her
And every night I bone her in a coma
Then slip it out like a 
Fuck her in a frenzy
 did much dirt but still ain't 
Cook your ugly ass cute
You went and tried to jump in the Flavor
Before you knew we had the mad juice
You tried to step on a paragraph  fast
That's like sittin' in hell with a gassed ass
I'll always be the lonely one
Now a scrap-ass like you, we're proud to be the only ones
We're the only ones
We're the only ones
We're the only ones
We're the only ones
We're the only ones
The only ones
The only ones
The only ones
Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat
The beat the break into boogie
Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies
All we wanna know is if your body wanna party
It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody
So hip up and split up get up
Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up
No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up
Shakes shows until they fizz up
RZA like your with us if not zip up
You lip up whip up
Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones
We come back cause we heard
Hip hop needed another anthem
Black like Noah in fact and for ya
If we was back in the days with the Drifters
We would've been known as the Flowers
Bevin these since the seventies
Find me so we went crazy in the eighties
So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties
Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties
So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me? 
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me?
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me? 
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me?
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me? 
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me?
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me? 
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at stroking me?
Listen up 
 bad boy, rude boy
 control
So here we go-o
Yeah!
Naughty...Word up
I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip - we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my lords
Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico!
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what
When we war, we stay strugglin
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop
So Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Smooth it out now
Give it up for naughty by nature
OPP, how can I explain it
I'll take you frame by frame it
To have y'all jumpin' shall we singin' it
O is for Other, P is for People scratchin' temple
The last P, well, that's not that simple
It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten
It's five little letters that are missin' here
How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at
Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it
But if you don't, here's your membership
You down with OPP  
Who's down with OPP 
You down with OPP  
Who's down with OPP 
Hip hop hooray-ho-hay-ho-hay-ho-hay-ho
I live and die for Hip Hop 
This is Hip Hop for today
I give props to Hip Hop so Hip Hop hooray
Ho-hay-ho-hay-ho-hay-ho
Smooth it out now
Hey, you could smoke a spliff with a cliff
But there's still no mountain high enough, or wide enough to touch
The naughty nappy nasty
Naughty naughty nappy nasty 
Naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty
We gonna BREAK, we gonna BASH
We gonna ROLL, we gonna SMASH
Here we go yo
Here we go now
Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric
Lyrically splittin dismissin
I'm on a mission of just hitting
Now it's written and kitten hittin with mittens
I'm missing wishing man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishing
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word
Damn, you nerd man, you heard
Jersey homies are the craziest
New York homies are the craziest
DC homies are the craziest
Philly homies are the craziest
California homies are the craziest
Chi town homies are the craziest
Texas homies are the craziest
Utah homies are the craziest
Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad motherfuck the fag
Well anyway I did pick up lift and click up
See many stick ups 'cause niggas had the trigger hick-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
Everything's gonna be alright 
Everything's gonna be alright 
Everything's gonna be alright now 
Everything's gonna be alright 
You know, ever since we started in this game
We've been hungry
We've never known anythin' but poverty, and scuffin' those knees
And for all the stress and strife
We've had families and friends tell us everything's gonna be alright
And now that we surfaced, our mission is to turn our poverty into our paradise
Ha-ha, Naughty By Nature's in the house
Settin' it off with with ninteen-naughty-five flavor
Introducing Poverty's Paradise, yeah
And this is the year that we go all out
Lettin' the whole world hear our peoples cries
And bringin' to surface the years and years of all the wicked lies
And the ultimate goal is to remove all the dirt off of the hands that feed us
And to let the evil recognize that nothin' will stop these independent leaders
Chorus
Chorus:
You down with OPP  3X
Who's down with OPP 
You down with OPP  3X
Who's down with OPP 
Break it down!
INTRO/ chorus
Get to know me better 
I want to get to know you better 
Come here girl whats your name, you got me goin insane, see whats between them thies sweet as mammas cherry pie, can't lie i must admit straight up im on a heel, we'll have alot of fun, ill blow that like bubble gum
We can dip out of the back of the club wit a bottle of bub you can bring your girlfriends too. and we can get buck wild in ur town of p town cause i can flip many style
You can find out you played with toys until you had a naughty boy. i bet you i can get it wetter just get to know me better
CHORUS
Now we've passed introduction, i wanna see you function, that booty looks so boss lemme see you show it off. ain't know how much it hurt im flippin dirty jers.us boys we be so fly put it down for double I
The punani da da da da da da i got a rep as a rida imma rida gotta lotta vodka, gotta x gotta tech on the side, you ain't fat girl i love me a wide
Shit skinny mini dicky icky nordy shorty tall and tall and sticky V12 ridin in a v8 the D to the R to the E.A to C.H
You know me better that that
CHORUS
Come here girl now bounce to this drink another round that is go ahead girl i like the sound of this we gon' shut the party down with this 
So listen loud and clear this song is outta here its causin major buzz had us joined up in the club this streak can't help but win we hot all ov' again were all theyre talkin bout actin like we first came out
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Or i hit her witta kitten mitten hit miss then she says she loved that i was thinkin different, squishy squashy knot kneed bolegged wishy washy from toe nails to fo' head
CHORUS
Mama don't cry for me
Papa don't feel bad
Cold on the street better gotta keep my bang to the bang back
But I got my hood, my city, my brothers,  family
That's all I have yeah, oh
Father if you still listen
We hope our friends make it up to heaven
And if we fall, then we forgotten
Don't let our little brothers grow up like we did
Let them grow up and get a job
Don't let them grow up behind bars
Tryna' be hard, oh father can you
Well that's it
I really hope you enjoyed it
We had a ball making it
Thank you very much
What? Over?
Did you say "over"?
Nothing is over until we decide it is!
Double I
A new era, new tale
New style and jew-els, damn y'all fit them shoes well
Soulja Boy, thanks to you
You keep a jam through them schools that ALL my kids dancin to
Miami dawgs keep the sticky drawers
We need a "Boss" like Ross, so never pick a pause, Ricky Ross
Let's lasso the past flow
Grab for the cash flow, and hooray with Lupe Fiasco
Kickin rhymes with Plies, gettin juicy from groupies
Rubbin thighs, gettin woozy with Boosie 
We had to hit you with them bigger raps
'Specially after Ray J and Yung Berg bought the bad bitches back
Thanks to Game for the concept
And thank God for helping, T.I. get his time clear
New money, new office, new bosses
Time for y'all to hear it, call Jimmy to clear it
That's right..
Over here gettin more higher wit Flo Rida
Haha! Wassup Lil' Scrappy?
You over there scrappin in that rappin
Yo, love to hear it baby..
This ain't no Cha-Milli Vanilli
We Cha-millionaires, over here
Throw it in the air baby!
Yeah, hold ya head Remy Ma
We got your back, baby
Hip-hop is here
Chorus:
Detroit niggas are the craziest
Miami niggas are the craziest
Little Rock niggas are the craziest
Oak Town niggas are the craziest
Verse 3: Treach
I got barbarians to bogard me in
At a club that barred me when
A broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls
Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut
Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick
Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit
Niggas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit
If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit
Fuck astronauts I rock it
And from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets
Chorus:
Cleveland niggas are the craziest
Carolina Niggas are the craziest
Virginia niggas are the craziest
Kentucky niggas are the craziest
St. Louis niggas are the craziest
Atlanta niggas are the craziest
Maryland niggas are the craziest
San Diego niggas are the craziest
Seattle niggas are the craziest
Boston niggas are the craziest
Illtown niggas are the craziest
Zoo Crew niggas are the craziest
Jersey City niggas are the craziest
All my Newark niggas are the craziest
Round and round, baby, round we go
And I ain't here to taste the poom poom for hours
Im here to make your poom poom hours
In the shower, in the sauna, in the deli
Boom Machiavelli, KY jelly, ass to belly
Get peace with it, slap it, slap it
Treat the mattress like a human magnet, grab it
I like the way you slide it, ride it
Dont hide it, divide it, Im two steps behind it
I like the way you rock, I hope you never stop
I like the way you sound, the way you put it down
No way that I can fight it, I got my eye on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do?
Tell me, baby, oh, yeah
I like the way you rock, I hope you never stop
I like the way you sound, the way you put it down
No way that I can fight it, I got my eye on you
You got me so excited, so what you gonna do?
So what you gonna do? Yeah, yeah
I can't fight it, babe, you know I gotta get it, babe
You gotta give it to me, babe, oh, what you gonna do?
My man Billy T and TJ at WJLB
Gary Chandler, and Kim James at WJLB 
My man Reggie Hotmix at WROU
At KBXX, The Box, we got my man Madd Hatta
, Walter D, B Swift, , G-Man, and Mean Green
And special shoutouts to Baby C and Def Jam Blaster
Big up to Fred the Jam and Bananas at WZAK
At Georgia State radio WRAS
G-Wiz, Randall and Talib
Searcy at WRFG, good lookin' out
And my man DMX at WREK
This is a "Thank you" 
From Naughty by Nature 
When we need you, you've been there
Playin' our records on the air
A special shout out
From Treach, and Vinny, and Kay Gee
From O.P.P. to Hip Hop Hooray
And all the DJs who kept the flavor comin' on strong
Played the records all night long 
We wanna thank you for playing our song
Thank you for playin' our song 
My boys Michael Mack and Brother Jules at KMOJ
In Milwaukee EZ Street and Doc  at V100
Ernie G at WNOV
Up at KCMU my boys Nasty-Nes and B-Mello
Melle Mel at WAMO
Tossin Ted, Doc Love, Kevy Kev, DJ Kut at KMJM
G.Wiz at KDHX, good lookin' out
Ebro and Davey D at KSFM
Triple at KSSU
DJ Law and Big B from WOWI down in Norfolk, Virginia, word up
The Funk Brothers at WPLZ
Stormin' Norman at WCDX
Icey D at WIZF
Jeff Bromberger at WTUL
And DJ Raw at WQUE
Mike Lewis at WBLK
J Smooth at WDKX
Rapski at WOLF
And in Atlanta my boy Tommy from 
Big Mike Johnson, J Nice and Ryan and WXYV
DJ Spen at WERQ
Captain Craig Lewis and  at WWZ
Prince Ice at WWDM
Polo at WQMG
K-Nyce at WJMH and 
Shit, Tony the Rumpshaker at WNAA
WJBT, we got my boy Jeff Lee
Arturu the "Rhythm Rocker" at WDNA
DJ Chris from Third Eye Productions
And special shoutouts to my boy Justin  good lookin' out
Special Gee at WQOK
Tony Terrell at KIPR
D. Street at KSJL
Jabber Jaws at KMJJ
At WFXA we got Lance and 
Mr. Fresh at KBOO
Andre Money at KJMS
And my boy Stan Bell at WHRK
 at KALU
KK Holliday at KJMM
DJ Phantom and , MC Boogie Dee at KJYK
My man Warren Peace at KUNV
A special shoutout to WPGC-FM and Flavor 15
Hey, too many y'all to name, but we still got love, we got love
And last but not least
We gotta say good lookin' out to all our fans out there 
Peace out, we out
It feels good to ya
Rock wit it
Drop wit it
And don't worry bout a damn thing
It feels good to ya
Rock wit it
Come close wit it
And don't worry bout a damn thing
I live and die for Hip Hop
This is Hip Hop of today
I give props to Hip Hop
So Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho
Smooth it out now
 X 3
Just look don't touch, just tip my bitch
Cuz things get crazy now
Punk motherfucker gonna pay me now
Got busy got forty got fam got  got jet got slash
Diesel do, take apart that ass
Got another motherfucker get cash fast
Did dash smash, who you fought last, him or me?
Them or we? Get Hennessy, you memory
Treachery, and to the right of me, it's that nigga uncle Vinnie
What with K Boogie on the break release
The beat don't cease til we double fuckin platinum apiece
Hands touched
 X 4
 X 3
It's all your fault that his hard assault came up that quick!
Get ready, buddy, for an asphalt ass-whip!
And to the cops that harass me..
Kiss my ashy, hairy, hot, nasty ass like it's classy
You gain lint, I'm on the same tip, you'll get your brain hit
That's all the respect that your name gets!Around these parts, we smart
Sneak the weak the street's beat's
Nuts on these, so please start!
So I can have ya hangin' by your heels
Drop me off top of the hill
So I can regroup and scoop up steel!Fuck how you feel, get the bobo!
Tryin' to judge real nigga's with a phony baby photo!
Trick, ya should've kept your braces
'Cause man I would've had it!
And closed ya squeaky mouth with a magnet!
You read or be written diss if I none care
While I'm stickin' gobs of gum in your son's hair! Hands up in the place!
Get a little taste of the bass!
I'm 'bout to take it to ya face!
UGH! YEAH!
I'm 'bout to take it to ya face!
UGH! YEAH!
'Bout to take it to ya face!
UGH! YEAH!
'Bout, 'bout to take it to ya face!
UGH! YEAH!
I'm 'bout to take it to ya face!
I'm 'bout to take it to ya face!
'Bout, 'bout to take it to ya face!
CHORUS
Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all Say It's Alright 
Clap Yo Hands
To all my people on the left, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the right, "Clap To This"
To all my people on the top, "Clap To This"
And in the front don't stop, "Clap To This"
Sweetheart, do you wanna get naughty with naughty by nature?
Hell yeah, especially Treach!
Ooooh! He's in the house right now! So you can go ahead and tell him how naughty you can be
I'm comin' out combat and com-bows
Competition is a combination of combustion
Too valuable for commandin' nothin'
I continue cuttin' destruction's smokin' or choke eruptions
From California to Connecticut, I can hear the functions
Continue the Lexus,  tell them 
Category code of the street let's see the next day
The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw
Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow
Catapult and critters kick 'em, quickers clap
Cookin' trio's like Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack
The killer cultural when I'm gun away to ???
Since you got murdered they left you, the bitches who said you deserved it
You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll
So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!
Guess who speak the truth? I see the noose when the tongue get loose
Neck choke, for the wrong shit you spoke
Took the wrong approach invincible
With the writin' utensil, convincin' you
On instrumentals my moody mental, sets the tempo
Abdul of the mic, but your flow
Slice and dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher
Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang
Crazy, deranged, strange, with a sharp aim
And shootin' range as deep as Danny maintain gets forfeited
When we show up to play the sport
Niggas show the military support and fight for what you brought up
Play to a good battle, battle and got grazed
In the heart of New Jersey - straight land of the crazed
Bad blood boils and picky goals will destroy you
Fans, straight hand me the jams to unemploy you
Yo, so you better keep it real right and tight
Or that spotlight might only last for one night, aight!
You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll
So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
KABOOM!! The whole room the platune don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!
Chorus:
You down with OPP  3X
Who's down with OPP 
You down with OPP  3X
Who's down with OPP 
Break it down!
We  this and fought that and all that good shit
And if you wanna throw you better pitch for the Mets, bitch
I'ma flow with the skirt, I get 
As far as sinking with the ship, I'm with the captain that jumps first
I ain't the 
And near motherfucker gonna drown and save me
I go out full blown and you can't sue me
See, that's why a broke compass couldn't lose me
I'm fuckin' and suckin' and duckin' your girl like nothin'
Butterin' her muffin, she's where I do most my nuttin'
You take my spot, I ain't got no spot
Save the spots for polka dots
I'm knockin' asses out the fuckin' box
Knock him out the box, knock him out
Knock him out the box, knock him out
Knock him out the box, knock him out
Knock him out the box, knock him out
Get your weight up, or nigga get your fade up
Open your eyes, wake up
This nigga's throwin' straight up
 punches and shit, in the mix, we got our bag of tricks
Takes some licks while you're ridin' our dicks
Fuck your family, they sweeter than candy
Sometimes I'm outta hand, see some niggas can't stand me
But fuck 'em all, I stand tall if they wanna brawl
Won't stop  and kickin' until I make your uncle fall
Bring on ya whipper-snappers
With a rotten bunch of rappers
Leave you hanging from the rafters
I ain't shit and never was shit
So if you had all your wits motherfucker you'd stop poppin' it
'Cause I ain't one for the tit tat
The Razkals ain't with that
Get back, keep a MAC in my backpack
A penny for my thoughts
A million dollars ain't enough
I've been to hell and back
Kicked out 'cause I'm too rough
A billy club swinger, body bruisin' master
Evil little bastard, my goal is disaster
Been through war and battle
Beatin' niggas with paddles
Sorted chumps like cattle
I get more ass than a saddle
Gimme a break, nigga, I'm breakin' reps
So swallow up your pride and try to follow in my footsteps
Those who wanna flex off the hooligans
You better slow down and listen up to the Nubians
I rip necks and my swingers flowin'
I'm like the Energizer bunny, still goin'
Tracks and battle raps
Bitches get pimp slapped
Catch the contact, my dressing room we smoke stack
Eyes of violence, niggas stand in silence
Some fear my talents, I'm a lyrical challenge, yo!
 music by the blocks and blocks
But the Rottin Razkals here
Knock 'em out da box
Oh, you don’t know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! 
Oh, you don’t know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! 
Oh, you don’t know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! 
I hang with some...
Killer, crazy, cruddy, smack-ya-mother type of nigga’s
Quick to split a liver if a tongue flipper's against the rhyme ripper
Pick a plate! A time, a rhyme, a flow, a feel, a vibe
Pick a fuckin' style of your own, stop pickin’ mine
I don’t talk jack-shit that I can’t pull, slick
So feed the cows if you want some BULL-SHIT
Fuck all them tryin’ to rank spots
‘Cause there’s a fright light in their ass
They're wearin’ jock straps for tank tops
Smells like ya ATE A MIDGET
Stuck ya chrome in front of my face
Fuck your whole demo and your gimmicks
And don’t come up with that “ol’ buddy" shit..
And FUCK any BITCH that can’t hang with a Cruddy Clique!
Oh, you don’t know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! 
Oh, you don’t know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! 
Oh, you don’t know?
Boom! Bap! Smack! 
I hang with some...
Killer, crazy, cruddy, smack-ya-mother type of nigga’s
Quick to split a liver if a tongue flipper's against the rhyme ripper
Pick a plate! A time, a rhyme, a flow, a feel, a vibe
Pick a fuckin' style of your own, stop pickin’ mine
I don’t talk jack-shit that I can’t pull, slick
So feed the cows if you want some BULL-SHIT
Fuck all them tryin’ to rank spots
‘Cause there’s a fright light in their ass
They're wearin’ jock straps for tank tops
Smells like ya ATE A MIDGET
Stuck ya chrome in front of my face
Fuck your whole demo and your gimmicks
And don’t come up with that “ol’ buddy" shit..
And FUCK any BITCH that can’t hang with a Cruddy Clique!
"It's the new style"
"...the new style"
"...the new style"
Here today, gone tomorrow
Live then lay, here tomorrow
Tell me, what's the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me
Had to mention it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this
What's the sense of this?
Tell me before they gotta jail me and mail me
Had to mention it
You've never been to the ghetto till you had to enter this
Open your eyes up, people can't you see?
It's gettin' harder by the day for you and me
All my life I've seen so much misery
Can there be a better place for you and me?
Feel me, the end of the century
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries 
That's how the envy be
Now they got it, we our own enemies
Feel me, the end of the century
Feel me, they want us in wakes and penitentiaries 
That's how the envy be
Now they got us, we our own enemies
I'm ? mash his ass with graphic atlas
So many these rapping bastards hip hop culture clashes
Come on, get it, critic, known for flippin' wicked widdit
Here's my ass, you can come and get it, kiss it, get it
We made your grave, twelve ? parade
I'll blow up the spot looking sharp like a suede grenade
Got a nasty flow, watch platinum glow
Fort Knox got locks harder picked than a nappy 'fro
I admire the trier that try to rattle the riot
Anthem's acquired so you can go fire the choir
Half a ass, blast an asshole
Tussle and tackle the trunk, they call it couple Capo's
Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that
Naughty bring back that feelin' bring back that
Hello, Mr. Webber's residence
Ay, what's up man? This KayGee, Chris here?
Oh, hey Kay Gee, hold on
Alright
Yo, hello?
Yo, what's up, yo? Could I get a verse?
Uh, I mean, just, I mean two bars, or somethin' from you at least?
Yo, what's up Kay, man?
You know how it is, I've been in the lab, man
I'm tryna come up with somethin' different
You know what I'm sayin'?
And plus, yo, this '95, nigga, and we gotta go all out
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man
Here is something you can't understand
All I wanted was a Pepsi
Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes
My, my, my, how time flies and goes by, surprise!
My mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergency
For my enemies who wanna murder me
Eat the worm, mothafucka, while you burn, mothafucka
Better kill me, don't let me return, mothafucka
Trust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?
With a plan, and my
ice
in hand, I want it all
I recall the words from Jesus, you are the Juice
Better go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed it
Let these words stick, you better be ready to die
Now take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyes
Realize we're all born to die
So get the money nigga!
Tequila, eat the worm Ese, eat that shit!
Don't be scared Ese
Yo, so where is he man? You know?
He said he‘d be here, homies
Damn, he’s a little late but,  he’ll be here, just wait
Is it some good shit, man?
Man, the dude said the shit was powerful as shit
I hope he’s got some good shit, man
Because he is late it‘s 5'o clock already
He is gonna be here, homies, he’s gonna be here, homies
This shit’ll straighten your dick out
Can I get a hit?
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I'm havin' illusions
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
I want to get high, so high
Well it's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, Buddhafied funk on your discus
Oh, what you missed this, you got to bear witness
Catch a ho and another ho, Merry Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I wrote shit for the blunted ones to approach it
Forward motion, make you sway like the ocean
The herb is more than just a powerful potion
What's the commotion, yo I'm not jokin' around
People learnin' 'bout, what they're smokin'
My oven's on high when I roast the quail
Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
Exhale, now you felt the funk of the Thai
Wanna feel the effects
I want to get high–so high!
I want to get high–so high!
I want to get high–so high!
I want to get high–so high!
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the-from the bong-from the bong
Yo hits from the bong
Yo hits from the-from the bong-from the bong
Yo hits from the-from the bong-from the bong
You wanna have big fame, let me explain
What happens to these stars and their big brains
First they get played like all damn day
Long as you sell everything will be okay
Then you get dissed by the media and fans
Things never stay the same way they began
I heard that some never give full to the fullest
That's while fools end up dining on the bullet
Think everything's fine in the big time
See me in my Lex' with the chrome raised high
So you wanna roll far and live large?
It ain't all that goes with bein' a rock star
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
My own son don't know me
I'm chillin' in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm with my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or video didn't show me
No love, the phony, gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like Monie
And the press say that my own people disown me
And the best way back is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
They're too worried about them honies at the Palladium
Who just wanna cling on, swing on, and so on
Go on, fall off, the hoes roll on
Till the next rock superstar with no shame
Give him a year, he'll be right out the game
The same as the last one who came before him
Gained fame, started gettin' ignored, I warned him
Assured him, this ain't easy take it from Weezy
Sleezy people wanna be so cheesy, the fuckin' lethal
"Assassins, assassins"
So you wanna be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rock superstar?
And live large, a big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
Livin on fat pockets on full with the gat
Rolling around nine deuce Cadillac
Still got my homies to watch my back
And they'll smoke your ass if you wanna come and chat
That's why some pigs and the kids come sweating they follow
A hollow point shell's hard to swallow 
Why wallow when you come to roll on?
I put the clip in the .45, bring your ass on
Left kicking dust as you hear the gat bust
My cribs surrounded, I'm about to get rushed, I brushed with death
How many shells stuffed in my closet where my big chrome things kept
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
I told the boys get the sawed off Glock and the rest of the gats
As I strapped on the bullet-proof vest
BOOM, I think I caught one to the chest
Hot damn I didn't want to kill a man
, shit
I still stand tall with the hill clan y'all better stand back
Niggas bout ta fall, I'm coming out blasting like Yosemite Sam
Got the cheese and the bread for the ham
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
When the shit goes down you better be ready 
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
I'd like to tell you just where I'm from
Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb
Dr. Greenthumb
Doctor, your Bulova plant needs special tending to
Doctor, we need more oxygen we need more CO2
Doctor, Dr. Greenthumb you're needed
Doctor, dyah, Doctor
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
Low-ri-der, low-ri-der
Kickin' that
funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I'll light another for the blunted to chill with
'Cause I'm the chill one, known to get ill when
They stepped to the Hill "What's up?", I had to kill one
Now I'm headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Headed up the river with a boat and no paddle
And they got me on lock down
Livin' like a nigga who done lost his mind
'Cause I ain't goin' out like a spineless jellyfish
Some say life is a bitch
Ask that punk who dug his own ditch
Up on the Hill fuckin' up at a party
Tried to get funny, put a hole in his body
Lala la la lala la laaa
Look at all of those funeral cars
'Cause I'ma
Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump
Left hand on a forty, 
Pumped my shotgun, 
Lala la la lala la laaaaa...
Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye
nigga boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye
Put your ass on the floor an' don't ask why
Boom biddy bye bye
I put my Glock to your dome and you started to cry
Boom biddy bye bye
Any last prayers before you die
Boom biddy bye bye
Rock-a-bye
nigga boom biddy bye bye
Boom biddy bye bye
It's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Time to say good-bye
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
Boom biddy bye bye
Now it's time to die
وعنينا قفلت ودماغنا سافرت، سافرت في حتة تانية
وسجارة ولعت وسجارة لفت، ولع سوجارة تانية
عصابات السموكات
عصابات السموكات، يلا نرول الجوبات
عصابات السموكات، يلا نرول الجوبات
You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa
Break yourself niga, huh! Give a lick-a you ain't a killa
You a busta muthafucka
bitch made niggas
I never trust ya --Cube's "Can't trust 'em"--
Hoes like you can't figure out where you're from
Are you from South Central, the Westside or Compton?
Mack 10, the only thing you hoggin' on
Is Ice Cube's nuts now he's all in your guts
You wanna be like him but you got no skills
If he's the king you must be the queen of the Hill
But I shank the Cube's fat neck cause
"A Bitch Iz A Bitch"
And a bitch don't get no respect
No doubt Westside connections means
Ice Cube's stickin' his dick in Mack 10's mouth 
All of your homies are down wit' my clique
Why you always gotta be bitin' my shit
And you don't know one bitch on my dick
But yours is best get a blood test for your kid
Only bangin' you done was with toy figures
Your mama wouldn't let you hang with real g niggas
Bring your clique on you wanna scrap
So let's get it on 
Mack 10 I give you a year I guarantee
You'll realize that you're getting' fucked and you'll run to me
You pretty little trick, you look real sweet 
I should make you one of my hoes like Cube was for Eazy
Doughboy, you're fuckin' around wit' the real Cuban
I'm no fictional Scarface movie land bullshit, actor, studio gangsta
You should win an award For most outstanding wax banger
Fuck what you been through, what you're going through
East Side family, nigga What you wanna do?
Eastside!
That's right nigga!
East muthafuckin' side
'Til' we die, nigga!
Fuck all you punk ass niggas!
Cube 187
Mack 10 187
Any other punk ass nigga
Who wanna take this beat
187
We hit niggas up like that
We bicoastal, nigga
Cypress Hill family
Niggas better recognize
We here to chastise
Nigga, hoo bangin'
That's how we hoo ride nigga
No love for none of ya'll punk ass niggas
East coast nigga, West coast
We don't give a fuck
Talk shit get shot, nigga
That's how we feel, nigga
Niggas get killed
Caps get peeled fuckin' with Cypress Hill
Yeah, I thought you knew nigga
I represent muthafucka
How does that sound nigga
Cypress Hill Family
They're gonna fuck all ya'll niggas
(Cypress Hill sample: here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man...)
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out!
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out!
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out!
We ain't goin' out like that
We ain't goin' out like that!
Yeahhh! Takin' your disses and dissin y'all right back
It's the Cypress Hill crew, like we ain't shit
You little taco stand rapper, eat a bowl of dick up
Then you got my man over here, you can eat a bowl of dick up, too
Anybody got beef around the way, yo
EAT A BOWL OF DICK UP!! GEEEYEAH!!
"I got a can of kick-ass wit' your motherfuckin' name on it, Cube. You wanna come collect it, or should I bring it to you? 'Cause all that bullshit you doin', ain't shit fly about that shit... motherfuckin' thing, and I ain't bullshittin'. You need to back the fuck off, and that's real. Kick rocks buster!"
Natural Born Bullshitta
Lemme hit ya with a dose of reality when I get wit' ya
Your homie came knockin', he had to chain my suit
You put a pipe on your cover, even though you don't smoke Buddha
Let me take you down under on a plane
Where everybody was going insane
Took a look at the Real one: afro gone
The next morning, you didn't have yours on
How many ways will you bite my shit?
Would ya wet me or start throwing up a set?
Caution, when you enter the zone
Never used to bang 'til you heard the microphone 
I got Cube melting in a Tray
Pulling up his card and fucking up his "good day"
Unoriginal rap veteran...
The nigga who say he don't steal from his friends 
Don't trust that nigga named O'Shea
Fuck him, and send him on his way!
Cypress muthafuckin' Hill, the hardest mothafuckin' posse there is out here, nigga. So how d'you figure you was gonna step to this? Yeah nigga, the big damn-wham-bam Cypress Hill, tibby-tibby-toe fool, all for your mothafuckin' dope! Nigga, you can't hang with the Hill! What the fuck you was thinkin' about? You know you step to this, you gotta step correct, 'cause Cypress ain't havin' that shit. Yeah nigga, we crack and fuck you next, who gives a fuck, a mad fuck? So bring it on, if you wanna test it!
No matter what you just been through
Shit has gotta be right
You gotta approach people
You gotta be on the up and up
And everything's gotta be all good
When you see someone, slap hands with 'em
You know what I'm sayin'
Give 'em a pound or whatever it is, you know
But you always gotta act like it ain't shit
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
My own son don't know me
Sittin up in the hotel room lonely
But I thank God I'm wit my homies
But sometimes I wish I was back home
But only no radio or videos
Cuz they show me no love
The phony gotta hit the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the
middle like Monie
And the press say that
My own people disown me
And the best way back
Is to keep your head straight
Never inflate the cranium
Your crew worried about them honies at
The Palladium
Who just wanna cling on and swing on
And so on and go on and fall off
The hoes fall off
To the next rap superstar
Wit no shame give him a year
And they'll be right out the game
The same as the last one
Who came before him
Gained fame
Started gettin ignored
I warned him
Assured him
This ain't easy take it from Weezy
Sleezy people wanna be cheesey
They talkin evil
So you wanna be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house, five cars, you're in charge
Comin' up in the world
Don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
Cisco Kid was a friend of mine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine
Hell yea
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin in with indo flavors
Fuckin buddha comin at'cha like this
'95
It's, Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cause I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky, with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cause
the shit is so sticky
That it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hitter quitter bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin joint
,
fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" {*repeat scratch 4X*}
 + 
, West Coast hittin that honeydip
Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
Roll it up, , smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind 
Can I get a hit? 
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the yesca, mota
As I keep runnin from the Chota
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
"I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk" {*repeat to fade*}
Throw your set in the air 
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air 
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air 
Wave it around like you just don't care
Throw your set in the air 
Wave it around like you just don't care
Yeah, that's right
Straight givin' up the 'hood all day, fool
Cypress Hill, motherfucker, what you wanna do?
Uh-huh, givin' my shit up in your face fool
[
Outro: Capitán Pingaloca
]
"Esto es muy antiguo. Esta dicho! Aquí, la
revolución
! No se va a ver por televisión
Todos los maricones
del norte
, que los voy a matar yo
Va a ser aquí en nuestro país. Y todos los 'singao masones'
Que están chingando el mundo. También, van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, en las manos de ellos. Un día,
va a ser
sangre
Mucha sangre. La peste de los cuerpos muertos, van a oír
Que se va a
hueler
hasta los Estados Unidos, estos cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan chingando en el culo
Todos son unos mismos cabrones..."
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Cock the hammer!
Cock the hammer, it's time for action!
Outro: 
Aight, for everybody
All our peeps out on the corners
All the alleyways
For all our decesed
Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five
Soul Assassins in your mind
Feeling fancy in the hip throne
Guayabera
And we just clowning
On what we call some, money-lera
Call me Senny
Wild child from the isles
I can go forever
Like an old fashioned country mile
Stilo be guajiro
Latino is the lingo
I'm straight
cubanichi
I bang Pinar del Rio
Lockin' up this function
Just like Benny More
Go ahead and play the congas
And I'm gonna rap over it
Yeah, I'm a fool I'm outta here
Yes sir, I gotta go
Get me some Chivas Regal
And slap me some dominoes
Ay Caribe el tierra del mi gente hermosa
Cielo y Sol, me acompanan donde quiera
Hermanito la lucha recien que empieza
Yo naci con sangre Taina, yo naci
Cross the line in the town to be
Cypress Hill keeps it incase they fail to see
Big guns and bullets
We pulled in to spray
Then smoke a big ass joint and call it a day
That's how the dog roll leavin haters jaw throwed
Violators get rolled
Kush and jack yeh that's a killa combo
Messed up side show tripping up the room doors
I live amongst the clouds
Only the most high is above me
No One Can Keep Me Down
My roots are in the streets
An the streets will always love me
So One Can Keep Me Down
[Chorus: Brevi, Sen-Dog &
B-Real
]
Far and wide, high and low 
Close your eyes, we up in smoke
Swim the sky
, here we go
Round and round , the reefer blows
Far and wide , high and low
Close your eyes
, we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round, the reefer blows
Latin lingo, baby, funky bilingual  
Latin lingo, baby, funky bilingual  
Latin lingo, baby, funky bilingual  
Yeah, I'd like to send peace, to my homeboy, B-Real 
Mellow Man Ace,
Kid Frost,
Ralph M the Mexican
And we're out
Burn my clutch, brain got stuck
Somethin' ain't right, I can feel it in my gut
Don't ask me 'cause I don't know
Where I came from or where's my home
If I seem uptight, you ain't wrong
I'm 'bout to start swingin' and droppin' bombs
Got that stare, you know which one
One that says, "I kill you for fun"
Nigga went nuts, what the f-
I really can't tell which way is up
'Bout to snap, don't come close
Strap on the lap, ratta-tat-tat
Think I'm goin' crazy, goin' crazy
Think I'm goin' crazy, goin' crazy 
I think I'm losin' my mind, goin' crazy 
Feel like I'm flyin' on a space ship
Speech gone, elephant's kinda got my tongue
We ain't goin' home 'til the motherfuckin' sun
I'm goin' loco
"... in the building next to the location
Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows, male hispanic
And a possible male black
They have their vehic' er van parked outside..."
This pig harassed the whole neighborhood
Well this pig worked at the station
This pig he killed my Homeboy
So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation
This pig he is the chief
Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley
He's got a son that's a pig too
He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley
This pig is known as a narco
If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be
This pig he's a fuckin' fag
So all his homepigs they call him a pussy
Well this pig he's really cool
So in this
class
we know
he rides all alone
Well this pig's steady eatin' donuts
While some motherfucker's out robbin' your home
This pig he's a big punk
And I know that he can't stand the sight of me
'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart
And when ya tell 'em that your a group from society
This pig works for the mafia
Makin' some money off crack
But this little pig got caught
So when he gets to the pen it's all about the pay-back
'Cause once he gets to the pen
They won't provide the little pig with a bullet-proof vest
To protect him from some mad nigga
Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest
An' it's all about bacon or sausage
Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine?
Niggas wanna do him in the ass
Just ta pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line
That fuckin' pig
Look what he got himself into
Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta his little punk ass
Anybody like pork-chops?
How 'bout a ham sandwich?
How 'bout a ham sandwich?
Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, open up your eyes you'll be the next one to die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Oh, as simple as they come as the simple as they die
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Yo, who told the boy, to pack a forty five
Boom biddy, bye, bye
Now he rest in the place that they call paradise
Soldier man rewind selector soldier man
Refugee soldier man, Brooklyn soldier man
L.A massive soldier man
New Jersey massive soldier man
Uptown massive soldier man
Long Beach massive soldier man
You know the whole world watches soldier man
Boom biddy bye bye
Open up ya eyes you'll be the next one to die
Yeah
Vámonos, dámelo, cáete con ese paquetón
Yo no quiero usar el cuete no
Es muy baquetón
El bote no me asusta a mi
Es como vacación
Pero yo te asusto a ti
Miados en el pantalón
Cinco, cuatro, tres, y dos, y uno
Yo quiero la hierba y el nudo
Es lo que le queda a este cuetazo de budo
Pierde puro verde o pierdes el culo
Tu di
She said I want a man with a plan and ambition
Not an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission"
I'm too good for that I have so much to offer
Got a good job working at my mom and dad's law firm
You got goals, that's what she asked
Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques
It takes hard work but you know it's coming after
She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!'
I do all right but I'm never satisfied
I'm told when you still love what you do it never gets old
I strive for more but that's enough about me
Why don't we skip out the club and take a walk on the streets
We slipped out of the club with no worries
Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry
We hung all night till we lost our friends
Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz
 - 2X
Once again the powers of the herb open up the mind
Seek deep inside, tell me what you find
Come on...
Who be the ones steppin' in the room?
Everybody welcome to the temple of boom
Back, let me see ya fat indo sack
And get weeded, somebody, everybody need it
Mari-Juana, Mari-Juana, do ya wanna
Give me love when I put the flame on ya
Homie, I'm the one with the shotgun, in the closet
Next to the Glad bags full of chronic
Puto, don't ya be steppin', with ya hands open
Askin' me "Can I get a hit of what t'cha smokin'?"
I ain't got no kind of love for a brother
Who comes to the party with no bud
I be smokin' this, indo-blazin', funk buddah
Everybody, wanted it, now they talk about the hooter
Up until the summer of '91
Wasn't no mutha fuckas talkin' 'bout smokin' blunts
From the west coast to the east coast
Everybody be braggin'
But , I'm the one who be puffin' most
First it started with the nickel, then the dime
Then the twenty, spendin' up all my money
Now, I roll with an elbow
With the pound in the pad smokin' up the indo
Just take a deep breath 
Hit it then pass it to the left
You can keep the muthafuckin' stress
Smoke it up, just puff it up, oh yeah
Light it up, then put your spliff up in the air
Do you wanna spark another owl? 
Do you wanna spark another owl? 
Everybody spark another owl 
Everybody spark another owl 
I wanna spark another owl 
I wanna spark another owl 
Do you wanna spark another owl? 
Do you wanna spark another owl? 
Yea, stroll the ways of the buddah mastas, brings me to the
Temple of boom, I see people everywhere startin' to understand the
Point, when I'm talking about the joint, talkin' 'bout that marijuana
Talkin' 'bout the sense, talkin' 'bout the kind mota boca loa-loa
Maui, maui, lugers of work-ready, mexican greenba, cheeba, cheeba y'all
Yeska, humble pound weed, the crypt, the choclate tide, the afgani, the Meefrakan, the indo, the skonka, the bad breath sense
Hello everyone, I'm Kurt Loaded
,
we're here at hemp TV
, with
Cypress Hill in Amsterdam we're listening to there new album
I'm stoned, I'm outta here
Goodbye folks
 
One-time's not down with us
Now they're lookin for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your back on a vato like me
Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate! What's going on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping! Borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale madre
Gabacho pray to your padre
This is for the time you would give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
This ol motherfucker, got him a gun
Blam!I took one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be runnin
Last thing I heard was the fuckin GAT hummin
When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance
Rev up the engines
Coming like the three little Indians
Stompin' around on the ground on the plains
'Cause a nigga like me is goin' insane
In the brain
So I gotta maintain
My direction
What am I to gain
Without my protection
Not a damn thing
So when I come just bring
That new style, break ya off like a chicken wing
Buckooock!!
So you can just suck my cock
Like a fat blunt, stoned is the way of the walk
When I'm peepin'
Checkin' out the punk-ass creepin'
I let the dogs loose then I let the dogs sick 'em
Graaah! Nigga don't make me catch ya
Punk 'cause I still will be comin' at ya
One little two little three hoodlums
Gotta hit the ground cause here the slug comes
What do you know, click-clack goes the gun
Make 'em run boy, make 'em run boy, make 'em run
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Mucha gente me decia, que yo no podia
Fumar marijuana por la policia
Me vale madre el humo que hay por todo el aire
Si tu quieres que me toque pues caele
Soy el grifo mas escandaloso
De Los Angeles Cypress peligroso
Enciende el leño o la pipa
Pasalo por mi clica la que rifa
Mota rica, chipa chipa
Quemando yesca, estoy arriba
Es algo que yo hago diario
Al despertar y tambien todo el dia en mi barrio
Cuando me encuentres en cualquier lugar
Saca papeles porque quiero fumar mota...
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Yo quiero fumar... mota
Stoned is the way of the Walk
Stoned is the way of the Walk
Well, it's the Alley Cat puffin' on a hootie rat
Some think I'm a criminal but, yo I ain't all of that
Hit'cha with the baseball bat when ya wanna ill though
Wanna mess around, you get fucked on the hill bro
Kick it like a steel toe, real slow hits from the bong
Make me feel like Cheech and I'm kickin' it wit' Chong
Just like Cheech and Chong frontin' with "Ice Cream"
Cypress Hill is here to give you a nice dream
Speak it like a rolla', and you know it's rolled tightly
I'm like the funky beat, so, why ya tryin' ta fight me
Pigs often site me, that's not polite G
And any hour of the day ya know I might be
Harassed by a pig real fast
They wanna Rodney King me, always tryin'a crown my ass
Ain't got no class
I hit they' ass like the buddah that's stinky
They wanna' scruff but, they' just so rinky-dinky
I'm the freaka, the one who freaks the funk
Sen got the Philly, and he's gonna light the blunt
Sippin' at the kufu make me go cuckoo!
Somethin' like loco then I turn into this loocoo
Bringin' the beta, yeah, now the funk is risin'
Got the beta bass
and the nasal highs and
As I kick a trip, it comin' straight from my sinus
Crazy nasal vocals,
cannot make the hotties loco
I remember sista Maggie, breasts were kinda saggy
Used to sell me buddha outta fucked up little baggies
Honey'd up a twenty even when I had no money
She said "Pay me back with some Latin dick Sonnie"
Well I never went out, and I don't think I'm gonna
Just for some buddha, she wanted me to bone her
"Demeaning, ya think ya know what I meanin''
I got somethin' for the ho's ta be schemin' on
I'm the Buddha-Real I take a trip ta hoota'ville
I'll throw ya out the door... of my big blue Seville
Then light another joint, this ain't no exploitation 
For we are the ones strollin' in the ways of the masters
Stoned is the Way of the Walk
Stoned is the Way of the Walk
Stoned is the Way of the Walk
Stoned is the Way of the Walk
Hit they ass, hit they ass
Like the buddha that's stinky
Let the gat hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hummm
Let the gat hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hummm
Had a bad dream, woke up in a casket
Now I can't even get back at the bastard
Bullshit!
This pine box ain't strong enough to contain the Afro 
Critical bell rings, snapped out the dream
What the fuck's up with the funny red beam
Pointin' at me? I got no strap G
What now? Gotta duck, they're gonna gat me
Bam, I feel numb
Where did the shotgun blast come from?
Let the gat hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hummm
Let the gat hummm
Lick a shot!
So I let the gat hummm
Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina
Tremendos cocos y también es linda
A veces me la cojo en la cocina
Esta muchacha me chupa la pinga
Yo le dije "dame tu bollo"
Me dice "negro loco tu no eres mi novio"
A mi me importa un carajo
A mi cuarto meterte un palo
Por tu culo o por tu chocha
Y ya tu sabes que no me importa
Y ella me dice "Suavecito"
"Yo pienso que tu eres bien rico
Cuando me toca por mi frente
Ya tu me tienes bien caliente
Y cuando me tocas por detrás
Ya tu sabes sin parar"
Acabe de singar y me levante
Fui al baño y me bañe
Salí del cuarto y me esperaba
Con los ojos negros y bonita cara
Me pongo mi camisa y mi pantalón
Se ríe y me dice "Negro sedentón…"
Estaba fina
Nóteme, hay güeys con suerte
Esta muchacha estaba tan pinga
Uy! Cuando se lo metí...
Cuando se lo metí, gritó: "!Papi!"
Estaba del carajo, brother
No olvídate, olvídate
Nunca he
singa'o
yo como yo singué esa vez
Estaba fina…
Oh na na , marijuana 
Oh na na , smoke the ganja 
Oh na na , marijuana 
Oh na na , smoke the ganja 
Lawyers, teachers, actors, street cleaners
No matter what they are, they all come to see the Reefer
They stay high 24 like Keifer
I tell 'em don't hit too hard, this is a Creepa
Woody Harrelson is down with us
Bruce Willis smokes all, he's down with us
Yeah, Willie Nelson is down with us
Who the fuck you think drives the ganja bus?
Dionne Warwick, she's down with us
She got caught at the airport with joints and such
So if anyone asks, she's down with us
And you don't wanna enter more weed in the Cannabis cup
I'm Greenthumb, I reign supreme, son
A strain better than mine, I've never seen one
The K.U.S.H
Keeps you so high that you can't concentrate
Dave Chapelle, is down with us
Halle Barry, too, but don't tell no one
KRS-One is down with us
He's a blunt getting smoked and he can't wake up
K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
K.U.S.H. keeps us so high
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
The more I smoke, the higher I get
The better I feel, I can't quit
Zippidey-dooda
,
I smoke weed and I got brain damage
But, I don't give a fuck cause I still manage
To represent to the fullest
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish
To the studio gangsta with the metaphors
In them magazines with the bitch editors
Keep it real in the game
Niggas got no shame
Now all the executives want all the fame
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes
For the fucking industry that's taking all your dough
I never stole it, stole it all
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall
Fools want me to fall
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate thai stick
I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front
Cause after they shows they want me to smoke a blunt
I don't respect a hypocrite, motherfuckers I despise
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie
All you brothers in the game run a check
Cause you get checked fucked off, with no respect
Motherfuckers
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K 
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K 
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A to the motherfuckin' K 
A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy
A To The Motherfuckin' K
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, 
"Ahh, now that the mind is open so one can clearly see what they clearly
Don't want you to see. But it's obvious, isn't it my brother? Get the
Smoke from in the front of your eyes, got to realize, anybody don't like"
¿Que tu le que, le que? Ven pa'ca yo te la quito
La mando pa' San Juan, encuentrala en Puerto Rico
Te jodo chico, nada suave como rico
Soy el pingu, tremendo peligroso tipo
Cuidado con mis cañones, me roncan los cojones
Dile al tipo de la estación que limpia todas las maldiciones
Empuja los botones, antes que tu la pones
Mis palabras son el humo que te rompe los pulmones
Hace de que bola, ¿Que se dice?, ¿Que se cuenta?
Vente compra el disco porque ahora está a la venta
Hay que pagar la renta, corre pa' la tienda
Y oye como Sen y el Machete representa
Caminando por la calle siempre peligroso
Corriendo en el pleito mueren los mocosos
Caminando por la calle siempre peligroso
Corriendo en el pleito mueren los mocosos
 - this goes with the chorus
Mira...
Cypress Hill, diremos algo
Pero nosotros, el Machete, aquí rondando
Con los grandes, representando, mira
Ah ah!
Desde Monterrey, el Cerro De La Silla
Nos los llevamos a Los Angeles
Colocando nada mas así ah ah
Transportamos por todos lados a donde vamos mira
Ah el Control Machete ah
Artillería Pesada, ah
Cypress Hill, Mellow Man Ace, mira
Ah ah AH! AH! AH!...
Asi es
'Cause
I put away the shotgun
bought me a Glock
Took a little trip to the funky weed spot
Tried to jack me but homie got shot
La-la-la-la-lala-la-la!
Once Upon
Muggs, Sen Dog, Bing, B-Real and Bobo
L.I.F.E 
Why, Why, Why 
Cypress Hill is still here
We're from those bomboclat emcees
Stilly Puffin Weed, Weed
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why
Why-y-y
Whoo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Whoo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Whoo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Whoo-oo-oo-oo-ooh
Now Here it is
Bo Bo Bo Bo
Why Diddely Why
Why, Why, Why
Can I call mari-juana
If you wanna party
Well, shit, I'm gonna as soon as she comes
Around to my neighborhood
Damn and she always smells good
Let me make this understood
Are you experienced
Have you ever been experienced
Not for the lightweight... make you delirious
Why is the room spinnin'?
I can't stop!
Now I must have been drinking
Cause this ain't pot
That's doing me like this
I feel ill, now I'm calling out to Mary
Cause I just can't deal
I love you, Mary Jane
Sugar come by and get me high
I love you, Mary Jane
Sugar come by and get me high
I love you, Mary Jane
Sugar come by and get me high
I love you, Mary Jane
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
Sugar come by and get me high
"Marijuana plant is a hemp plant
It's used for many other things than just smokin'"
"One acre of hemp produces four times as much paper than an acre of trees"
Legalize it
Legalize it
"Pot herb Marijuana"
Legalize it
"Every denomination, every color, every religion"
Legalize it
"George Washington grew hemp on his farm"
Legalize it
"Genesis 1:12, 'I have given you all the seed bearing plants on earth to use'"
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another
Don't be like, uh, a Cubano
Be like ? stoned marijuano
Esta capitan pingolete
Swing is here with the force of a machete
Kick mad lingo from Spain to Tijuana
Real hijo de puta homeboy ask yo mama
No me importa pinga mi niña
All I wanna know
que 'ta bueno chinga
Don't be scared echate pa' ca
What's the play dog homeboy goin' on
Niggas O.G. straight veterano
Master the Spanglish style encojonao
Y'all fools know aqui no se juega
Don't act a fool
y no rompa las reglas
We bien crazy ass asesino
Get your guns ready aqui viene peligro
Salte con Tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, pero lo que quiero es cule
Salte con Tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles
They call me papi chulo
You know I'm puro
I never fade away
You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away
Hit the le?o harder than most niggas you idolize
Get it started quicker and hit you before you try to hide
Latin thug roll deep pandillero
Puro Los Angeles South side ghetto
Carpet, car black y perro loco
Keep an eye on that fiend, porque yo me la cojo
'E pingado, poca lita
Saco mi pinga y me singo la pista
Can't get enough of them L.A. skonka
Get a little wild y me como la chocha
Listen up compa the big cypress loma
Still right here y todavia te controla
This ain't no Telemundo special
The homies that I roll with for real will come wet you
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles, como arriba, andale
Prende la mota, pero lo que quiero es cule
Salte con tego
Llegaron los mero mero
Cuba, Borinquen, Mexico entero
Los Angeles
Hey who the fuck is that
Otro negro loco, daddy
Y necolado, uno de lo pato malo
Mucha mucha bala pa' los raton e desmaya
Que moriran seguro sin faya
I ain't neva scared you heard
Otro bobo, esta jodienda yo la controlo
Vete manso, vete easy, quedate vivo
Como quiera que te ponga lo que hay es castigo
Soy vivo latino, pistola, cuchillo
Pa' defendenlo de los enemigos
Esto son maligno, no tienen tiqueta ni singo
Pero to dicen lo mismo
Siiiimon, Tegon, el de pajon, ese si que un cabron
Un majon, blastin' all these motherfuckers
Envidiosos, sapos y chotas
Tirale pa' la cabeza, si se va, no regresa
Eh pa' que suban y ja sepa
Otro mas, de circulacion se va papa
Y no lloro y ni la mama
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me 
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me 
You can't get the best of me
Can't get the best of me 
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
YOU CAN'T GET THE BEST OF ME
So many nights I didn't come home, she thought the worst
Maybe somebody shot me down without any remorse
Maybe I hurt somebody and I was stuck in a cell
Well, I regret all those times that I put her through hell
When I reflect back on those days, my heart aches
And everybody I lost or let down, I wish I could take it
All back and make it better but I can't, so I try
To make amends and be there through thick and thin
Oh, the sky overhead, it's like a canvas of grey
I don't know how much time I'll be given to stay
From the first spring to light till the end of the day
I'm just livin' my life till they come carry me away
Come carry me away
Come carry me away
Come carry me away
Come carry me away
A hole in your head
A fuckin'  hole in your head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
You get a hole in your head in your motherfuckin' head
A hole in your head, a hole in your head
You get a hole in your head in your motherfuckin' head
A hole in the head, a hole in the head
You get a hole in your head in your motherfuckin' head
A hole in your head, a hole in your head
[Outro: Sen Dog, Gxt Rid &
B-Real
]
Yeah South Central and the Westside teamed up
This is hell boy
It's a Tribe thang... straight up! It's a Tribe thang
What side is that Ridd?
Can they kick it?
Can they kick it?
Yeah, can they kick it?
I'm Sirnose and they cannot kick it
Born with the will to hustle, see we hittin' the floor
You'll never stop it, you ain't got the muscle
We're on the world tour, homeboy, this is for sure
We got a tour, blow the stage up, we out the door
Sometimes we all need an escape, so when we fall off track
You get your mind while we make a stack
I made a pack with a crew on the hill
We continue to build with all the people who believe their bill
We gotta rise up 
Can't stop 
Gotta rise up 
Can't stop 
'Cause what goes up must come down
So we gotta rise up to the higher ground
Rise up 
Rise up 
Rise up 
How high can you get?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
TROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOOOOOR!
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
You want trouble, c'mon, you want trouble?
Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better, better hit the floor, better hit the floor
Better hit the floor when you hear the sound
]
You're a bitch ass ho
Knockin on my door
Leave me alone
Cause you got no soul
You're a bitch ass ho 
Need to find a place to go
You're a bitch ass ho 
You're a bitch ass ho
Don't touch the microphone
You're a bitch ass ho 
You're a bitch ass ho
Leave me alone
Got no place to go
You're a bitch ass ho 
*humming*
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Here is something you can't understand
How I Could Just Kill A Man
Yeah
The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans
Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces
The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've separated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the bitches
Like fuck ya interests, nigga
Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge
We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head
While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock
Has I got to hammer talkin bitches in the bed?
While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins and the Dog Pound
And all my latin dog-niggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin' 'cos you haters know i'm waitin'
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
With the handle cocked
Here is something, that I think you just can t understand 
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man 
You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real 
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel 
Here is something, that I think you just can t understand
And you wonder why and how it is I could just kill a man
You see, in these streets I pack my heat cuz should it be for real
And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel
You just don't understand
How I could just, kill a man 
La la la la, la la la la-la
Lock and load 
Cock and squeeze - bang!
Get my dolls, do my shows
Homies, hoes, lots of smoke
That's my life on the road
Beats, throw, Jack and Coke
Choke at the games with the hits so flow
Backed with the fuck we came here for
This I own, dated alone
Cause no one ever asked me to get that low
Cause I've been on to rock that chrome
Rep L.A. cause that's my home
Underdegree chap with the microphone
Let's break this show, drop your tongue
No one sees what we get on
We on top where we belong
Check me and I'll check you back
{*beatdown ensues as words fade*}
Sitting there pissed as I dwell in my cell
The place smells like shit in the County Jail
Homey looking at me like he seen me before
He started throwing up a set
, then he spit on the floor
I think ay-yeah yo, I know this kid
It's the same motherfucker cocktailed my crib
This dude said, "Get ready",
pulled a shank on me
I said c'mon homey you a bit too sloppy
Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye
The guards yelled, "Give it up!" and let two fly
The guards said down and we hit the floor
If you make a move after you won't move no more
He said I see you once again best protect ya neck
I said eat a dick from me you don't get respect
I said you wanna come with it, any time and place
And I'll leave you like Pacino with a scar on your face
They put him in the hole, and all the bullshit stopped
But when his boy had beef, yeah he got dropped
P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load
I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed
One O.G. gangster I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are coming down on my gangster stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash
One O.G. gangster I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are coming down on my gangster stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash
Standin' on the corner, close to the real estate
Homes I really feels it get when brothers try to imitate
Meanin' when they simulate, but they can't stimulate
Like a fatty joint, straight from the breath I take
Make me act loco, then switchin' up my vocal
Out to catch you so-called MC's with a roll call
Then you gotta close your eyes, you can't stand the sunlight
There is just one light, the Tribe's buckin' heads tonight!
Buck buck buck ya head! Sorry that Fred is dead
Deader than a doornail, someone cold made his bed
Didn't just break out, the sucker got cracked out
Hit the pipe and blacked out, with the shit from back down
So much more integrity, greatest deal I hook up
Was a funky looker
But that's another story black
Cause we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
We're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
You know we're the real ones, yes, the phuncky feel ones
Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky
Phuncky, phuncky, phuncky, phuncky
Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
 Wherever the pawns fall
Hang em high
Got the live shit, bang em whenever you/he wanna try
Shoot to thrill, be at the Hill, I/we take em all
 Wherever the pawns fall
Checkmate fool!
 x5
Tú nunca llegaras a quemar lo que quemo yo 
No quieres jugar con mi fuego
Ten mucho cuidado que te quemo
No puedes jugar con mi fuego
Ten mucho cuidado,pendejo
Tate quieto cuando entro que te quemo con mi fuego 
Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
It made her pussy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you
I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
You tell me baby listen, can't you see my fuckin dick is throbbin
She started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin it
I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
Was a motherfuckin work of art, she rode my dick
Just like a Kawasaki til the pussy started soundin sloppy
Like an old jalopy, time to nut
Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust
On her face in between her lips
Then she started lickin it, cause it was good shit, protein!
Hot and rich.. damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
The Victoria's Secret, she give love
No matter which way you keep it
You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
The highlife - hah, hah
The highlife yeah
You're in the game called life, son, how you're livin it
Street corner kids growin up blowin up
You chase dreams you want the highlife, with the skylights
But in the end your soul's lost, you lost the shine right
Never turn your back ever, on niggas true to you
Stand alone for the cheddar, and they'll be through with you
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
The highlife; yeah, the highlife
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
I'm the freaka
Can ya feel the effects of the Chocolate Thai
Nobody even knows how I kick the flow
Slow down, cause ya commin' up too fast
Ya might get smacked down cause ya got no class
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
Run your mouth, with your chest out
Go get you a wreck check, dealt with real quick
All that fake tough guy shit, rough guy shit
All that rah rah shit, go get your neck slit
Muggs is dead
Muggs is dead
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-Damn, what's up, I see you
Pushing that big time weight
-I told you, I wasn't bullshitting
-You coming up, aight!
-When I seen you three or four
Months ago I told you
-Got respect for a man now
-Handle your shit!
Where can I choose to get my hustle on?
In the alleyway, lighting up all night long
Fuck working at McD's, I'm rolling with the O.Z's
In the QP's, puffing on trees
Who you gonna trust?, who can you trust?
Not that shady motherfucker in the city Los Scandalous
-Well, well, little man came up a little bit
-It feels good having money in the pocket
-Fuck that nine to five bullshit, right?
-Yeah, kick that shit to the curb
-But you got to look out for the scandalous motherfuckers
Cuz niggas is tricky than a motherfucker
-Yeah, but motherfuckers got to look out for us too
You know what I'm saying
I'm just as shisty as a nigga
-Shit, set me up and niggas are gonna die
-You get set up back, cuz we ain't having that bullshit
-I got your back, you got mine, that goes without saying
-Twenty-seven and mo' baby, twenty-seven and mo'
-Let's get the fuck out of here"
Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G
Don't come on the Hill
That's right
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Get off the Real Estate
Repeat Chorus
Jesus was a stoner,
uh-huh
Born in Southern California
, uh-huh
Lying out on the corner, uh-huh
While they're tryna stone us, uh-huh
You wanna stone us, you wanna stone us
Come on stone us
They wanna stone us, they wanna stone us
Come on stoners
I'm called the weed messiah, grab your lighter
You're transfixed with the spliff and your lips higher
Like smoke rises, your sex is heightened
Inhale, embrace Mary, but don't be frightened
I bring the God flower, uplift the people
Holy sacrament communion, take and let me feed you
No superstitions or crucifixions or false prophets
Crosses burnin' in my hand, call it burned object
Smoke gathers like holy masses
Take a hit, pass it to the left, it's in the passage
You know my disciples, this is a new revival
Judas rose and took the soil to enrich the cycle
Smoking Mother Earth, blessed is the herb
Mother Mary save us, thankful for what you gave us
Roll it in my papers, share it with my neighbors
High as skyscrapers, a cult of cultivators
We got the multitude, our sisters and our brothers
How I break my bread like it's the last supper
I'm the blood of stoners, I'm the higher after
Believe me, elevate, hear the sounds of laughter
I be the greenest rapture
Stoner Jesus with the cleanest shatter
Sum of demons, that's some genius banter
Get the screen capture
If you perceive this as some needless chatter
You need to heed the Stoner Jesus chapter
I be the greenest rapture
Stoner Jesus with the cleanest shatter
Sum of demons, that's some genius banter
Get the screen capture
If you perceive this as some needless chatter
You need to heed the Stoner Jesus chapter
Heavenly Father 
Please come give us a gift 
(On to the next spot kid
We ain't havin it yall
Ya know what I'm talkin bout
I'm about to break your ass off sumn!
Comin from a whammo)
Take the back seat and smash beats
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like athletes
Run a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long crush bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and shit you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten
Star stricken, Glock clickin', stop shittin'
Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one 
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That shit is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
We don't give a fuck, we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty
Nigga you still wanna bump me
Still got the hand on pump
And now I'm thumpin' on 'em
Thumpin' on 'em
See
Somebody, anybody scream
When I got the gatt with the big red beam
Now what if I moved it up right between your eyes
Now your chances are never
When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel
Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further
Seven 81 redruM with the Murder
Tie him up
Throw him in the trunk
Let the funk
Blow his eardrums out
'Til he's bleedin'
Then let's get him weeded
It's the punk Buddha
Let me do the
Ceremony up with the hoota
And the shooter
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
Some be testin'
Keepin' 'em guessin'
Smile on my face
Got the Smith & Wesson
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So let 'em hear us holla or we'll guide us by the collar
Making it harder for you, don't wanna make an honest dollar
You wanna sip a little to make your pain numb
Tippin' that bottle, got you forgettin' where you came from
But I'm the same one, where you think my name's from
I'mma keep it moving and never stop till the game's done
Forever we live it, forever we spit it
Remember the minute you witnessed the realest that ever did it
Still I'm committed no matter what I hear from the critic
People can see through a gimmick, I'm putting on a clinic
We in troubled times, swerving through the double lines
You run ahead on collision course, now you served your time
This is for my real life representers, down since the first day
Gangstas, hustlas, grinding out around the way
Can't stop, gotta be always on the paper chase
Have to get it, they won't give it, but I get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
I'mma get it anyway
I'mma get it anyway
Regardless what the haters say
I'mma get it anyway
I'mma get it anyway
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Like one, two, shoot for the moon
It's like a three, four, fallin' back to the floor
Close your eyes, tomorrow's gonna be another day
When you wake up in the mornin', they'll be plenty bricks to lay
Like one, two, shoot for the moon
It's like a three, four, fallin' back to the floor
Close your eyes, tomorrow's gonna be another day
When you wake up in the mornin', they'll be plenty bricks to lay
I'm building my stairway, stairway to heaven
But I keep finding my way back down
I'm building my stairway, stairway to heaven
But I keep finding my way back down 
One more brick
Stay the course, see I hit the trouble head on
Staying hungry but your fear is what I fed on
What I'm holdin'? Dumb if you pop your chest
Lights out, see the ex or a family crest
Broken dreams what I see when my eyes open
Life's mundane, I'm just going through the motions
See the dream, I want the nightmares come to life
Fighting my demon, heard a voice coming to the light
Soul burning like coal in a steam engine
Silence my enemies swift with a clean endin'
The way Tammy looking for somethin' upliftin'
Intoxicated by the bloodlust, fuck slippin'
I was raised like a Nomad, stay driftin'
Two wheels, sideways bitch, heart skippin'
I'm fire with the ice, hit you twice, no quarter
Eliminate these motherfuckers in no order 
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
Put 'em in the ground, put 'em, put 'em in the ground
¿Como te puedo hacer entender?
¿Como te puedo hacer entender?
¿Como te puedo hacer entender?
¿Como te puedo hacer entender?
¿Como te puedo hacer entender?
All I wanted was a Pepsi
And that's just the way it is man 
Y'all motherfuckers need to learn 
You just can't come 
Askin for some shit and not givin none in return 
What the fuck is that man? 
We goin into 2000 motherfucker
You need to learn how to smoke some weed with people 
Pass it to the left motherfuckers 
Can I get a hit of your weed
Can I get a hit of your weed
Can I get a hit of your weed
Can I get a hit of your weed
Can I get a hit of your weed
You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk
You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk
You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk
You know how we talk the talk
We say, stoned is the way of the walk
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
Everybody must get stoned
]
We ain't goin out, motherfucker 
You don't know, 
You don't know no real shit, nigga 
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga
You don't know no real shit, nigga 
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga 
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
 nigga
CYPRESS, nigga!
Yeah!
I remember my days as youth
Teenage gangsters with somethin to prove
See man amuse and we creep and we strew
Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew
Just -- having fun but you crazy kids
Never thought about no prison beds
Got gang-sters twenty-five and alive
Never see the kids all fucking wild
But that's the game and shit don't change
Get respect for smoking brains
You get a name and you build your rep
You courting fools coming in your set
Before you know we're having fun
Slamming doping and packing gun
Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces
Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases
Memories they haunt me 
They follow me to the day I die 
Memories they haunt me 
They follow me to the day I die 
Memories they haunt me 
They follow me to the day I die 
Memories they haunt me 
They follow me to the day I die 
A couple scums in the street
We don't care what you Bustas think
It might sink in sometime
But I won't blink
We go against everything
Smoke all the green
Got the flow wrong, swing it ain't nothing to me
We put it down anywhere like it's something to see
So all you bitches goin' rogue with your haters degree
And when you wanna get loud son I'm ready to work
Punks act up and you bound to get hurt
You wanna step up get your ass touched
You wanna rap, son, get your ass buff
Try to test us, you's gonna get smashed up
You wanna run wit the dogs? Get your cash up
Git it
You gotta get your straps up
Git it
You gotta get your stash up
Git it
You gotta get amped up
You wanna run wit the dogs?
Get your cash up
We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
Under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer!
Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom*
Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos?
Makin your body dissapear like a ghost
One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me
Tryin to send me to the penetentiary
In the nighttime, niggas are creepin you fuckin sleepin
And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street
While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin
And leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus
Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
"Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God"
I say
The bridge is over, the bridge is over
, biddy-bye-bye
The bridge is over, the bridge is over
, hey, hey
The bridge is over, the bridge is over
, biddy-bye-bye
The bridge is over, the bridge is over
You see me coming in di dance with the spliff of sensei
Down with the sound called BDP
If you want to join the crew, well, you must see me
You can't sound like Shan or the one Marley
Because Shan and Marley Marl, dem a rhyming like they gay
Picking up the mic, man, dem don't know what to say
Saying hip-hop started out in Queensbridge
Saying lies like that, man, you know dem can't live
So I tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan
Tell them again, me come to tell them again
Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan
Tell them again, me come to tell them
Manhattan keeps on making it, Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Bronx keeps creating it and Queens keeps on faking it
Di-di, di-da, di-di-di, di-da, di-day, ayy
All you sucker MCs, won't you please come out to play? 'Cause
Here's an example of KRS-One 
Here's an example of KRS-One
They wish to battle BDP, but they cannot
They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott La Rock, 'cause
We don't complain nor do we play the game of favors
Boogie Down Productions come in three different flavors
Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor
Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya
But instead of helping ya out, he wants the same thing I gave ya
I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for sucking
Roxanne Shanté is only good for steady fucking
MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffing
Like Doug E. Fresh said, "I tell you now, you ain't nothing"
Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions
So easy now, man, I me say easy now, man
To KRS-One, you know dem can't understand
Me moving over there and then me moving over here
The name of this routine is called "Live At Union Square"
Square, square, square, ooh
What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl?
Don't you know that he's out of touch?
What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan?
On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks
You'd better change what comes out your speaker
You're better off talking 'bout your wack Puma sneaker
'Cause Bronx created hip-hop,
Queens will only get dropped
You're still telling lies to me
Everybody's talking 'bout the Juice Crew funny
But you're still telling lies to me
Fresh for '88, you suckers
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
South Bronx, the South-South Bronx
The human TR-808, D-Nice
The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE
The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock
Boogie Down Productions
Fresh for '86, you suckers
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
Criminal minded
Criminal minded
Criminal minded
Criminal minded
"Alkebulan" is the original name
Of Africa, now stripped of it's fame
It's good to know that in ancient times
Egyptians developed all sciences of the mind
To the point where they ruled the planet
But Rome, Greece, and Persia wasn't havin' it
They attacked, and won the war
But it wasn't enough, they had to get to the core
Cause in that time it was Alkebulan
That ruled religion, politics, and man
In order to destroy the Egyptian race
They had to wipe the sciences from off the face of the planet
So they proceeded to ban it
Then replace it with Christianity
And it's, been that way, all the way to today
Learn what we teach; hear what we say
But here comes the K-the-R-the-S-the-O-the-N-the-E
The BDP and we rhyme intelligently
Let me continue with Theodosius
A Greek ruler not known to most of us
He, in the fourth century A.D.,
Closed the Egyptian schools you see
Two years later, Justinian rules
Six A.D., was it for schools
As a result, ignorance had swirled
Over Christian Europe and Greco-Roman worlds
This went on for a thousand years
Of ignorance, stupidity, and tears
Now comes the seventeenth century hardness
Europe, began to come out of it's darkness
So Johann F. Blumenbach, a German
Came out of nowhere and started confirming
White supremacy and men of colors
Before this time, all men were brothers
It was Johann, who went on to say
There are five different colors in the world today
That's caucasian, malayan, and mongolian
American-Indian, and ethiopian
Yet, the ignorance gets scarier
He believed whites were superior
According to his idiotic fountain
The purest whites were from the Caucas mountains
J. A. Blofener, and H. S. Chamberlain
Both supported this outrageous racism
This went on to what the master race should be
And why they killed the Jews in Germany
Here is the reason why I'm so concerned
Because you, must, learn!!!!
Thats why, 
You know, a lot of people believe that that word "Love" is real soft, But when you use it in your vocabulary like you're addicted to it, It sneaks right up and takes you right out
So, for future reference, remember, it's alright to like or want a material item, But when you fall in love with it, and you start schemin' and carrying on for it, just remember:
It's gonna get you!
BDP and me
We step into the party top celebrity
Say when we come in the dance, we never have to pay a fee
Cause that's cos we got R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I have this one wife, her name is
Miss Melody
Although I'm from the Bronx,
she from the Brooklyn posse
I tell ya a little of this and then I tell you some of that
Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I wear a hat
Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plane
Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train
Some people look at me and see negativity
Some people look at me and see positivity
But when I see myself I see creativity
So if I can create, well then I make some money
Jah man just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid
Jah man just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid
I'm teaching poetry
I'm teaching poetry
Scott La Rock
We're teaching poetry
The girlies is free 'cause the crack costs money, oh, yeah
I say the girlies is free 'cause the crack costs money, oh, yeah
A girl tried to take me out one day
For a play, not your everyday trey
We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock
I looked in my pocket, didn't have a lot
I said, "You better get yourself a job"
She tried to tell me that times were hard
I told the ho, I said, "Yo, that's not my fault
You need a vault", I'm out to assault
Any girl I find who try to take me for mine
I'm gonna have to finish this another time, but
The girlies are free, the girlies are free
The girlies, the girlies, the girlies, the girlies
The girlies are free 'cause the crack costs money, oh, yeah
I say the girlies are free 'cause the crack costs money, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I.C.U. is in the house
Miss Melodie is in the house
Lena Love is in the house
D-Nice rocks the house
Gomez Adams rocks the house
Flavius Walker turns 'em out
42 Black knocks 'em out
To my mellow Moses Gun, rock the house
Norty busts it out
McBoo turns it out
Chuck Chillout cuts it up
Red Alert works it out
Scott La Rock Jr. my pride and joy
KRS-One, his mother's first son
And I know he'll never run
Scott LaRock
Scott LaRock
In the field of music I'll always pass by
Girls that claim to act so fly
They always act like it's all about them or their friends
But according to Scott, they all like to bend
Yes, fly girls
,
shy girls
, Black girls, white girls
In '87, it's got to be the right girl
If you claim to have a little problem
Well, Scott La Rock knows just how to solve 'em
If you're a guy, a nine'll do the trick
But if you're a girl, you need some—
flowers
I admit Scott has strange powers
Enticing girls in less than a hour
Or should I say minutes? I seen how he did it
He probably says "I'm Scott La Rock" and she's with it
So whether he's a gigolo, tramp, or pro
He is a super ho
Now many people have their ways of expressin'
What they do best, for Scott, it's undressin'
Yes, either a girl or some date for the night
He doesn't want to hear that you're too tight
So do not think that Scott La Rock is mean
It's not his fault, he'll give you Vaseline
The super ho is loose in your area
Makin' life for girls a little scarier
So if you got a radio tryin' to tape this
Do not keep in mind that he is a rapist
For the super ho to be chillin'
Another female out there has to be willin'
So all you tramps and hoes raise your hand
'Cause super ho Scott La Rock understands
If you're a guy, we'll talk about hangin'
And if you're a girl, he'll talk about bangin'
If your moms call up, well, I don't know
But, uh, he is a super ho
Scott La Rock had 'em all
He is a super ho
Scott La Rock had 'em all
He is a super ho
Super sperm
Super sperm
Super sperm
Super sperm
Super sperm
Super sperm
Scott La Rock had 'em all
He is a super ho
Daddy comes through the door
Now I'm thinking I got at least one shot at his jaw
When he entered, the whole mood kinda changed
He grabbed his daughter and almost beat the girl insane
She's cryin' down the hall and now goin' home
He closed the door and, "I'm happy we're all alone
Jump on the bed and look me straight into my eyes
I think your kinda cute,
don't make me use my .45"
Daddy's lookin' for a lubricant
He pulled out a little piece of gum and started chewin' it
"For years I've been lookin' for a big strong man
I've got an apartment out in Brooklyn
Only my daughter and I are there
You can see my daughter anytime, anywhere
But it's you that I want to be mine
The price tag is your behind, don't worry it'll be
The morale of this story?
There is no moral you finish the story for me
When you're livin' your life everyday in the hood
Wakin' up in the mornin' should feel
{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Cocaine, sensai
Aspirin, coffee
Morphine, sugar
Tobacco, got to go
{*DJ scratches "What what what what, what can we get.."*}
Illegal business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What what, what can we get.."*}
Yeahhhhh, ganja business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What what what what what what
What can we get for 63 cents?"*}
Yeahhhhh, cocaine business controls America
{*DJ scratches "What what what what.."*}
Illegal business controls America
Kool Moe Dee
, he's down with us
Eric B. and Rakim
, they're down with us
Stetsasonic
, they're down with us
Dana Dane
, he's down with us
Sleeping Bag Records, they're down with us
My lawyer Jay, he's down with us
Jive/RCA is down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
Beef, what a relief
When will this poisonous product cease?
This is another public service announcement
You can believe it, or you can doubt it
Let us begin now with the cow
The way it gets to your plate and how
The cow doesn't grow fast enough for man
So through his greed he makes a faster plan
He has drugs to make the cow grow quicker
Through the stress the cow gets sicker
Twenty-one different drugs are pumped
Into the cow in one big lump
So just before it dies, it cries
In the slaughterhouse full of germs and flies
Off with the head, they pack it, drain it, and cart it
And there it is, in your local supermarket
Red and bloody, a corpse, neatly packed
And you wonder about heart attacks?
Come on now man let's be for real
You are what you eat is the way I feel
But, the Food and Drug Administration
Will tell you meat is the perfect combination
See cows live under fear and stress
Trying to think what's gonna happen next
Fear and stress can become a part of you
In your cells and blood, this is true
So when the cow is killed, believe it
You preserve those cells, you freeze it
Thaw it out with the blood and season it
Then you sit down and begin eatin it
In your body, it's structure becomes your structure
All the fear and stress of another
Any drug is addictive by any name
Even drugs in meat, they are the same
The FDA has America strung out
On drugs in beef no doubt
So if you think that what I say is a bunch of crock
Tell yourself you're gonna try and stop
Eatin meat and you'll see you can't compete
It's the number one drug on the street
Not crack, cause that was made for just black
But brown beef, for all American teeth
Life brings life and death brings death
Keep on eatin the dead and what's left
Absolute disease and negative
Read the book 'How to Eat to Live'
By Elijah Muhammad, it's a brown paperback
For anybody, either white or black
See how many cows must be pumped up fatter
How many rats gotta fall in the batter
How many chickens that eat shit you eat
How much high blood pressure you get from pig feet
See you'll consume, the FDA could care less
They'll sell you donkey meat and say it's
FRESH! For nineteen-ninety, you SUCKERS
This is DJ Red Alert .... 
The day begins, with a grin
And a prayer to excuse my sins
I can walk anywhere I choose
'Cause everybody listens to the B.D.P. crew
We're not here for glamour or fashion
But here's the question I'm askin'
Why isn't young black kids taught black?
They're only taught how to read, write, and act
It's like teachin' a dog to be a cat
You don't teach white kids to be black
Why is that? Is it because we're the minority?
Well black kids follow me
Genesis chapter eleven verse ten
Explains the genealogy of Shem
Shem was a black man, in Africa
If you repeat this fact they can't laugh at ya
Genesis fourteen verse thirteen
Abraham steps on the scene
Being a descendant of Shem which is a fact
Means, Abraham too was black
Abraham born in the city of a black man
Called Nimrod grandson of Ham
Ham had four sons, one was named Canaan
Here, let me do some explaining
Abraham was the father of Isaac
Isaac was the father of Jacob
Jacob had twelve sons, for real
And these, were the children of Israel
According to Genesis chapter ten
Egyptians descended from Ham
Six hundred years later, my brother, read up
Moses was born in Egypt
In this era black Egyptians weren't right
They enslaved black Israelites
Moses had to be of the black race
Because he spent forty years in Pharaoh's place
He passed as the Pharaoh's grandson
So he had to look just like him
Yes my brothers and sisters take this here song
Yo, correct the wrong
The information we get today is just wack
But ask yourself, why is that?
The age of the ignorant rapper is done
Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone
The stereotype must be lost
That love and peace and knowledge is soft
Do away with that and understand one fact
For love, peace must attack
And attack real strong, stronger than war
To conquer it and its law
Mental pictures, stereotypes and fake history
Reinforces mystery
And when mystery is reinforced
That only means that knowledge has been lost
When you know who you really are
Peace and knowledge shines like a star
I'm only showin' you a simple fact
It takes a nation of millions to hold us people back
Which is wack, but we can correct that
Teach and learn what it is to be black
'Cause they're teaching birds to be a cat
But ask yourself homeboy, why is that?
I've been taught to respect my elders and behave
Even if when they were young they sold slaves
Truth and understandin' is what I crave
In the land of the thief, home of the slave
Turn your page to a brief demonstration
Cos now in '90 it's strictly information I'm givin'
Teachin' on a regular basis
Today's lecture is about The Racist
We're not out to exaggerate or diss him
But show the symptoms and facts of racism
Understand The Racist ain't equal
There's about five different types of racist people
First of the five different types of cases
Is the individual brought up racist
Here you have young men and women
Brought up in the Great White Way opinion
This opinion introduced by the parent
To the civilised becomes transparent
The civilised man could look through the faces
Make the analysis and see The Racist
Number two case which y'all must hear
Is the individual racist out of fear
Here you have people that fear the African
And conjure up new ways of trappin' him
Number three is the unconscious racist
Not knowin' they're racist they invade your spaces
They say, "I'm not a racist, I'm not a bigot"
Yet they allow it to go on and won't admit it
Number four is the money racist
The one that used the topics of sheer economics
They say, "Owning a business isn't for the black man
He don't want that", yet they went and took his land
Damn, that's like a rock in a hard place
You don't have your land yet this ain't your space
America was built by every other race
Except the European that runs this place
What a waste, America's doomed
To be overthrown by the righteous real soon
But last but not least racial prejudice
Is the black man speakin' out of ignorance
Whitey this and Ching-Chow that
Is not how the intelligent man acts
You can't blame the whole white race
For slavery, cos this ain't the case
A large sum of white people died with black
Tryin' hard to fight racial attacks
The media wants you to think that no whites
Really fought and died for Civil Rights
But once we have a true sense of history
You'll see this too as a mystery
If black and white didn't argue the most
They could clearly see the government's screwin' 'em both
Wake up!
Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it
It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile
In the morning I'm yawning, at noon is when I wake up
Make up my bed break up the bread and said
Scratching my head, why am I so damn intimidating?
Is it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting
Thus aiding all forms of a setback
Get back if you can't understand a rap act
This is the language of the people ready to hear the truth
I've got no juice, cause I'm not getting juiced
To have juice means you kiss and lick a lot of booty
To have respect means you simply knew a Nubie
Heard what I had to say and felt as though you'd say that too
I'm not down with the Juice Crew
But anyway I say today the message I create is great
I don't preach hate, I simply get the record straight
It's not the fault of the black race that we are misplaced
We're robbing and killing, your own medicine you taste
You built up a race on the concept of violence
Now in '90 you want silence
Well, I want science, not silence but science
Scientific fact about black
The board of education acts as if its only reality
Is talking about a Tom, Dick and Harry
So now you learn your black history it's questions and answers
Every question but the
Black Panthers
Timbuctu existed when the caveman existed
Why then isn't this listed
Is it because the blackman is the original man
Or does it mean humanity is African
I don't know but these sciences are hidden
For some strange reason it's forbidden
To talk about, or converse on a political outburst
I don't believe that I'm the first
Or should I say the first one, or the first one that's done
Music like I'm still number one
But music like that or this is the incredible uplift
Those that oppose get dissed
But who will oppose the teacher when society's a wreck
So check the blackman's in effect
Near the Tigris and Euphrates Valleys in Asia
Lies the Garden of Eden
Where Adam became a father to humanity
Now don't get mad at me
But according to facts, this seems just fantasy
Because man, the most ancient man
Was found thousands of years before Adam began
And where he was found, again they can't laugh at ya
It's right, dead, smack in Africa
But due to religious and political power
We must be denied the facts, every hour
We run to school, trying to get straight A's
Let's take a trip way back in the days
To the first civilization on Earth, the Egyptians
Giving birth to science, mathematics and music
Religion, the list goes on, you choose it
Egypt was the land of spiritual blessing
Egypt was the land of facts, not guessing
People from all over the world had come
To learn from Egypt, Egypt number one
So people that believe in Greek philosophy
Know your facts, Egypt was the monopoly;
Greeks had learned from Egyptian masters
You might say "Prove it", well here's the answers:
640 to 322 B.C. originates Greek philosophy
But in that era Greece was at war
With themselves and Persia once more
.
Any philosopher at that time was a criminal;
He'd be killed very simple
This indicates that Greece had no respect
For science or intellect
So how the hell you created philosophy
When you killed philosophers constantly?!
The point is is that we descend from kings
Science, art and beautiful things
African history is the world's history
This is the missing link and mystery
Once we realize that all are African
White will sit down with black and laugh again
So judge not least ye may be judged
By the judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged
Matthew seven, first verse doesn't budge
No man should walk the Earth in sludge
If you don't believe, you can go and check
To see how and where the blackman's in effect
This is a test
Of the Boogie Down Production
prevention against sucka MCs
In the event of a real emergency
You would have been instructed on which jams to play
And how loud to blast your radio
And now, a word from our sponsor
I'm from the Bronx
, Blastmaster KRS-One
Proving that my job ain't done until I get some
More, no need to roar or yell
'Cause I can still tell what will sell
And would have sold without yellin' over a drum roll
That style is old
So unfold, blossom, bloom
You got the room, so go ahead and consume
A new era, KRS-One comes better
Bite another lyric? Never
'Cause I'm too clever, however, I own my own label
Partners with Scott LaRock, he's on the turntable
And partner Lee Smith
I'm exercising a true gift just to uplift
Hip-hop, hip-hop, my voice is like a monster
And now a word from our sponsor
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I got to start this rhyme again
How many words can I find that rhyme and still keep in mind
Every lyric must come out on time?
Not many, but I have plenty
Scott La Rock sent me just to devastate any-
One, any daughter, any son that comes my way
Hey, you got to go the other way
I represent my DJ Scott LaRock,
D-Nice the beat box
I only wear Nikes, not Adidas or Reeboks
Many people know me, yet I'm known by few
My name is KRS-One, son,
not two
Or three or four or five or six
The mix is on Scott LaRock and Scott LaRock is on the mix
Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
As sure as my name is Blastmaster KRS
Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale
From the days of prison I have uprisen
To my family members I'm marked down as missing
Listen,
circumstances put me right in the street
With the will to survive, get paid, eat and sleep
Some weep, or should I rather say, some cry
Can't get by, so later on they die
Because the strong will survive, the weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
I love what I got and like what I had
I'm glad, not sad and I don't even get mad
I get even, myself and some others I believe in
'Cause these others are my brothas and perfection we're achieving
Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta
Let me pause and now a word from our sponsor
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If you have a headache, toys, go and take a
Midol
We have arrived for the purpose of enjoyment
You have arrived to make up for unemployment
You're on it only 'cause I learned just how to flaunt it
I breathed a rhyme upon you like a sickness and you caught it quick
Get off the tip, trick, you must be sick
Like a doctor, here's my bill,
I wrote it out with a Bic
Signed my name upon the bottle 'cause you know I just rocked 'em
But gettin' into battles really isn't my thing
You're probably thinkin' these are the rhymes for the century
But please don't mention me, it's only elementary
KRS-One
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KRS-One
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Elementary
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(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top
Man -you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')
E-N-O, S-R-K
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
"Goddamn, they all seem to sound alike!"
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning team
So don't ever in your life even think about a  arguement
Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on your head and you're off
But you would even change that to say instead
"I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head!"
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up, I
Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they slippin'
Man.
B-boy Records, Magic
, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what I'm
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know what time
It is.  He's slippin' too . Slippin', and everytime they dis ya?, he's slippin'. Slippin'.)
What can I say, o ye of little faith
To think that KRS-One has surely been erased
What a waste, my finger points at the face of the human race
They're confused and misplaced
My words are subliminal, sometimes metaphysical
I teach, not preach, you want a challenge, I'll start dissing you
I go philosophical, my topic'll
Turn the cold, ignorant hot and tropical
You want a palm tree and nice dope shade?
Only if the universal law's obeyed
Which is know thyself, for better mental health
Yet so many rappers are preoccupied with wealth
On my shelf, yeah, I got titles
Other artists want belts and idols
World cups from seminars and conventions
Competitions and not to mention
The award shows for pimps and hoes
And every other hypocrite that flaunt their clothes
KRS knows, so he just grows
Always saying something different from the average Joes
So they can front and wear the biggest chain
But it doesn't write albums, I believe it is the brain
So I'll remain plain, while you reign I'm loving it
You be the king and I'll overthrow your government
Send your crew, triple it or double it
I'll out-think 'em, choke 'em, and shrink 'em
Down to your size despite their cries
In the face of intelligence, ignorance dies
Yeah, it's simple edutainment
Rap needed a teacher, so I became it
Rough and ready, the beats are very steady
With lyrics sharp as a machete
Clap, there's another house nigga's neck
Now his soft Uncle Tom crew is in check
Ego wrecked and rhymes corrected
By KRS One, produced and directed
Now.. after all that
If anybody out there STILL got beef, check it out
We rip the lecture tours, we rip the beats
We rip the jams, we'll straight up rip that ass
KnowhatI'msayin Will?
 Word!
Yeah it seems they all forgot
On the mic you'll get fucked up
In the clubs you'll get fucked up
Anywhere Bronx Brooklyn Queens Manhattan
Jersey Japan Staten Isle.. yo anywhere you'll get fucked up
Don't you know we live for the battle?
I'm outta here
Yo cut that beat off
When some get together and think of rap, they tend to think of violence
But when they are challenged on some rock groups, the result is always silence
Even before the Rock and Roll era, violence played a big part in music
It's all according to your meaning of violence and how or in which way you use it
Oh no, it's not violent to show in movies the destruction of the human body
But yes indeed it's very violent to protect yourself in a party
And, oh no, it's not violent when under the Christmas tree there's a look-alike gun
But, yes, of course it's violent to have an album like KRS-One
By all means necessary, it's time to end the hypocrisy
What I call violence, I can't do , but your kind of violence is stopping me
By all means necessary, the rap audience must grow up
The same type of fighting we do, they do, except we've got nothing to blow up
It doesn't matter if you win or lose, it's only how good you play the game
This is the oldest sneak attack, because it takes away our senses to gain
If all I do is play the game then I am just mediocre
We strive to be the best we can be, not to just get over
Some people say that life on a whole is serious and nothing is funny
But that's only if you base your life around competition and money
Yeah, I'm making some money, he's making some money, but none of these things are necessities
What I find to be a necessity is controlling a positive destiny
With this, money, fame, glory and credit will come in time
The people down with me know this, everyday they hear me saying rhymes
I got some friends, I got some allies like Stet and
Big Daddy Kane
They know by all means necessary that Peace is the name of this game
Whether peace by war, or peace by peace, the reality of peace is scary
But we must get there, one way or another, by all means necessary
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
But KRS, you're gonna make the party live
Well now it's Blastmaster KRS-One
When we come in the dance, my lyrics not done
Pray to my father cause yes me are the son
Cause you are the guide and my pro-tection
Any sucker MC must run come
Kyan't test the Boogie Down Production man
Move ya ras claat, BDP stand alone
1990 lyrics 'pon the microphone
Every posse KNOW we come in the dance
We teach reality-ta-tee an'
Reality, reality-ta-ta-tee
We nah deal with sickness and negativity
We come up in the dance in the ruff stylee
In the discipline KRS-One is just a flyer
Come up in the dance with my man called Edi Ayah
On the con-sole we have the man D-Square
Come up in the dance, and him must comb him hair-ah
Come up in the dance, and me let off a clip-ah
At George Bush, cause him D my nigga
KRS-One, him the President of the crew
Called BDP, Melo-di-di-de-de
Comin live and direct in full effect
Ms. M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If someone said, well damn, who is it?
It's Ms. Melodie, the real, so get with it
Fatalistic pessimistic, a big conspiracy
The way they treat blacks, in white society
It's erection rebellion, revolution uprisin
Takin no shorts, because JAH is guidin
Government they try to manage and rule
Dictate, regulate, and perpetrate the fool
That's why I search, explore, inspect, investigate
Drop down knowledge, and KILL dub plates
Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah
Kill dub plate-ah mi say kill dub plate-ah
KRS-One, boy, must come fi straighter
Comin up and doin the dance but not from eighty-eight-ah
Every posse know me come in the dance not later
Come in early, every posse captivator
KRS-One, and enough herb gate-ah
Come up in the dance, and we cannot debate-ah
KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah
KRS-One, me come to nice up any ja-a-am
KRS-One, them call me KRS-One-ah
KRS-One, me come to nice up any jam
Me comin in the dance, with the crew called BDP-ah
Down with the set is a Harmony-ah
Ms. Melodie and my man Kenny P ah
Come in Jam and look at what a raw stylee
 {best guess}
Them name me permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent
Pick-a-dig-dinny
Jump up upon me come to run it again
Me work pon the microphone you betta tell your best friend
Tell your mudda and tell you fadda
And tell your sista and yuh bruda
A when they hold fi di mic they call me DJ Murderahh
Me lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion
Lyrical champion, they call me lyrical champion, FOLLOW ME NOW
Lyrical champion, well they call me lyrical champion, FLASH IT
Oil the mic and ah, me on the jam
Jump upon the mala the mic in ah me hand an' a
When me do that, the dancehall fi run
Some of dem sell fi cocaine, some of dem sell ganjah
But I'm the one msn Jamal me sell the culture stylah
And me hold pon the microphone, they call me entertainer
Now, top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
Top celebrity, top celebrity, hoo-hah, ha-hah!
Top celebrity, top celebrity, top celebrity rankin
I'm the one Jamal-Ski dem from New York City-ah
What dey call me, BDP posse an' a
Jamal now can rewind stylee
Rewind circulate, never ever imitate
When me hold pon the microphone, say me lyrics dem great
Test me, and you'll, test your fate
BLAM! BLAM! Jamal now can know yes you are the Don an' a
Come in now KRS-One, an' a
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
Ma-ma, ma-ma, ma
Ma-ma-ma-ma, ma
Me a melt down the sound-ah
Melt down the sound, come mi say melt down the sound-ah
KRS-One, the master of the verb and noun ah
Jump in the dance and my skin is yes browner
Kings, mash up, crown
Queen, rip up, dancehall gown ah
Every posse know that we ah rule every sound
Jump up in the dance and run every town ah
DJ, nuff, clown
Come up in the dance, BUCKS em right down ah
If you a Prince we'll flood ya and you drown ah
KRS-One ah, mash up better sound ah
Satan in the dance, we a mash right down ah
Down, to the ground
KRS him have the number one sound
Sound sound sound, sound-sound sound sound sound
Number one sound WHAT in creation
Play with yourself it's called masturbation
Chop it off, castration
Jesus Christ get the crucifixion
Three days later, resurrection
He's comin back, read Revelation
Close the book, pick up your gun
And fight in the African revolution
Righteous man, get liberation
Wicked man get execution
It's called the battle of armageddeon
Through my mouth is a translation
Unto recknoning to circulation
Nuff African education
DJ Kenny Parker YES you are the don
Edutainer teach nuff wisdom
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
It takes one soundsystem playin music loud
It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound
But Scott LaRock, you're gonna make the party live
It takes
1 dee jay, jigga jay ah jay ah jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay ah jay
It takes 1, jigga jay jay, a jigga jay jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay
It takes a jigga to your face, a jigga jay jay
Ah 1 a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga
1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay
1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a
1..
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island
Heather B, Ska-Danks
D-Square, Sidney Mills
Ha-ohhhh go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!
Go Bronx! 
The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!
Drug dealer
Drug dealer
Drug dealer
Drug dealer
Drug dealer
Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say jump up when ya high, and jump up when ya low-ah
Boogie Down Productions make the lyrics just flow
With M-E-L-O-D-I-E and Manager Moe
We'll wrap up any MC in a ribbon or a bow
People takin pictures of me everywhere I go
Take out three MC's and call it Tic-Tac-Toe
YES!
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, zhiggi-zi
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, da-dum
ZHOOM, dum, da-dum, da-da-dum, come mi say
Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'cha
Come mi say come to the t'cha come to the t'cha come to the t'cha
Alright, now here we go
Give it to em!
Nuff respect! And praise to the creator
Over the years it seems that I became a
Landmark, in the hip-hop field of art
I shed light, yet my skin is dark
I'm not concerned with climbin the chart
Cause why should you pay when it comes from the heart?
I'll start, cause only Jah will create it
I'll just name it
,
Edutainment
People sit and they look at my album
Like a problem, they try to solve em
They don't know, it only leads the way
To a bright more positive day
By itself, it's NOT the bright day
Sit up straight, and hear what I say
Fear and ignorance, I'm down for stoppin this
But the bright day is your conciousness
I am poet, my words will heal you
I'm not a phony I'll really feel you
That's why I walk and talk to my nation
Wherever they are, in any situation
They usually ask for an autograph
And I'll whip out the pen and just write Blast-
-Master, K-R-S, O-N-E
BDP, Peace and Unity
But do not concentrate on the paper
Concentrate on the laws of the creator
Cause when the paper's gone, it will deceive you
But Allah will never leave you
Nothing I say now is hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by the so-called Christians
That went to church, and did not listen
See Jesus couldn't stand politics
So they nailed him to a crucifix
Then it was that way, today it's a trigger
So why is the Pope such a political figure?
I don't know, but it's really beyond me
But through knowledge, they'll NEVER con me
Cause from Jesus Christ to right now
Everytime a black man speaks up, KA-POW
See people concentrate on the leader
And not the message comin through the speaker
If the Christians really heard Christ
The black man never would've lived this life
My point is that do not concentrate
On what I state, create, or debate
I might be great, and you might admire
But what I say is to take you MUCH higher
MORE higher than the physical plane
To the plane of forces in the astral plane
The mental plane, and the final three
They're all around you, yet you can't see
So grab the sphere of life and aim it
And you'll be guided by Edutainment
What? Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Everybody inna hip-hop style
I.C.U. inna hip-hop style
KRS inna hip-hop style
Yes ? cause dance go wild
You never know see a kid learn quick
Him want money so him flash down lyric
Him want money so him flash down lyric
Pure, sucker screw but where him get it?
Sucker screw is entertainment
Sucker screw the people want it
Sucker screw but we revere it
So AIDS now becomes the epidemic
Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
Sex and violence, sex and violence
Sex and violence, we just can't take it
R&B now run t'ings again an'
Commercial rap now run t'ings again
R&B now run t'ings again
Country music you're lookin' at your end
KRS the artical DON!
A from Japan all the way to Brooklyn
Up in the Bronx at the Puerto Rican
In them ? area, say ooh no, bust shot
Fire!
DUCK! DUCK!
Sucker MC's duck down!
DUCK! BO!
Ree-WINNNNND!!
DUCK! BO!
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Every time you say "That's illegal"
Doesn't mean that that's true 
Your authority's never questioned
No-one questions you
If I hit you I'll be killed
But you hit me? I can sue 
Lookin' through my history book
I've watched you as you grew
Killin' blacks and callin' it the law
 And worshipping Jesus too
There was a time when a black man
Couldn't be down wit' your crew 
Now you want all the help you can get
Scared? Well ain't that true 
You were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
Or should I say, who are you protecting?
The rich? the poor? Who?
It seems that when you walk the ghetto
You walk wit' your own point of view 
You judge a man by the car he drives
Or if his hat match his shoe 
Well, back in the days of Sherlock Holmes
A man was judged by a clue
Now he's judged by if he's Spanish
Black, Italian or Jew
So do not kick my door down and tie me up
While my wife cooks the stew 
Cos you were put here to protect us
But who protects us from you?
(A public service announcement brought to you by the scientists of
Boogie Down Productions. Fy-ah! Come again...)
"What the fuck" I asked as I laid there
"How many guys do you drive a day here?"
Chuck said, "Many" Rakim said, "Plenty it's an everyday thing
When you're willing to sing a song"
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
Get your street knowledge, every posse know that, come again
Bo, bo, bo, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack
The only way to deal with racism if you're black
Peace and love to DJ Scott LaRock he's in there still!
SAY GAL! Why you comin to the hotel?
SAY GAL! You wan good sex you can tell?
SAY GAL! Your skirt so tight it hug your butt
SAY GAL! You're lookin you really want.. want..
GAL! Don't say ya wear what ya want
Cause nowadays MOST gal dress like a slut
SAY GAL! A woman must, respect herself
SAY GAL! So leave that see-through dress up on the shelf
Because you're sleepin' and you're creepin' with the stardom
First you do the nasty, then he raped me
You're sleepin' and you're CREEPIN' with the stardom
First you do the nasty, then he raped me
This should take five seconds
Yo, this is DJ Kenny Parker in the house
I just wanna say peace to my man BizMarkie
EPMD, De La Soul, A Tribe Called Quest
Shabba Ranks, Ice-T over on the West Coast
Nice and Smooth, GangStarr
And umm Kid Capri
And yo check out this next beat
Cause it's kinda FUNKY!
Ah one two yeah, and ya don't stop
Ah three four  and ya don't stop
Ah five six  and ya don't stop
Ah seven eight  and ya don't stop
Aiyyo yo Kris, this goes out to all them house nigga
 moonshine  pickled-pig tuggin
 jheri curl activist 
That don't wanna play rap music 
Yo, ya know the rules
Ha, ha-ha hah!
Yess.. capitalism will confuse these people, have them totally confused
They will try every way to identify with their masters, every way
Go to extreme lengths , I'm telling you, seriously!
Capitalism will confuse them y'know tell them the truth's a lie
I saw a sister the other day and I spoke to her about her hair
She said, "I don't care what you say, I'm still gonna get my perm!"
I told her, "It's not a perm, it's a temporary"
Try in every possible way to identify..
Mental-physical, metaphysical
DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's
My man Willie D, never in a daze, ha hah
We got Symone in the house
We got, D-Square in the house
We got Ms. Melodie rockin the soundset
My man D-Nice, HIT IT!
I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess with me
I'm fresher than your grandmother's fried chicken recipe
Don't test me, you ain't a chemist and I sure ain't chemistry
You're not a mathematician and my name ain't geometry
You're no astronomer why see me as astronomy
But
I'm a Parker so I'll play you like Monopoly
Don't entertain the thought of droppin me
To think of me as anything less than your teacher
Crazy you got to be
These type of lyrical styles cannot be said sloppily
I rip it up constantly
You're-holding-my-dick-like-a-throttle
The teacher will come, again and again and again and again
To set the trend and lend to other men a perfect blend
So-when-their-lyrics-finish-KRS-One-just-begin
RIPPING up sucker teachers put their courage to an end
So once again, the trendsetter comes a lot better
Forever too clever for a petty MC in leather
Whenever they decide, whatever I'm in sync
The lyrics I write, help me think
To guide ink off the paper through the air smack in your face
And erase in haste the rhymes you embrace
Just in case, get the FUCK out my face I run this place
You're lucky you're from the same race
A simple technique will keep you on beat
With the style from the street you compete with the elite
That's WEAK -- flashin gold and can't speak
I seek the direction of the brown complexion
So every year, I appear somewhere
That you hear my dear to get one thing clear
Whether on welfare or millionaire
Don't step to this here or you outta here
Allow me now to please change the gear
?And-pick-up-the-mic-you-missed-those-happen-around-me-have-me-feared, come!?
?We come in the dance we haffa likka of a shot an towah?
Let's get back to the hip-hop
You come into the place you can't LOOK in my face
Cause the light is bright and I'm towering in height
See there are millions of stars in the sky
When the sun appears none are visible to the eye
Why, the reason is the sun is the sun
You can't possibly rock, until I'm done
And finished, and like the evening I'll fade
But when I return you'll cry for more shade
So check the dancestyle cause I am not
Softening up it's time that I rock and sing
Not about my ding-a-ling-a-ling!
But instead bring intellect pon ting
Cause you can inject ignorance in rap
But Kenny Parker ain't tryin to hear that
[Verse 3: KRS-One + Freddie Foxxx +
KRS-One & Freddie Foxxx
]
This is the year that I go all out 
Edutainment's what I'm all about 
I don't eat franks with the sauerkraut 
Because I don't eat pork from the tail to the snout 
 Get on down, to the hip-hip-hop
Before I start, peace to Scott La Rock! 
Now let me drop the style that has action
'Cause many emcees don't believe they're rappin'
They're lost, crazy mixed-up in their identity
This is not, what hip-hop is meant to be 
I come unique, I can't be beat, hardcore street
For the kids, with a hundred-and-fifty on their feet
 I don't compete, I defeat and delete ya
Then critique ya, all emcees retreat, here comes the teacher!
Chewin' suckers like Smuckers
Hittin' on, sittin' on, shittin' on, flippin' on motherfuckers
Yeah, I'm like the movie Aliens
I hide inside your right-hand man, when you think you got me
Bam! My head comes out your chest
A mutilated mess of nastiness
Chunks of bloody flesh, yes, KRS on the slaughter
Specialize in instant-rhyme style, you simply add water
Evian, or Poland Spring, then
Ring-ding-ding, ding-ding-ding-ding
Back in the days, I wrote South Bronx
The Juice Crew got stomped, lick two shot
Pump! Pump! Really it was Magic's fault
Always wanna diss somebody, he got put to a halt
It's wack, when a sucker DJ rattles on
Soupin' up emcees to battle on song
That's wrong, but in any event
I drop the classic in 1992 the original
It ain't plastic, everybody know, BDP
Is fantastic, burn like acid
Credit card plastic, stretch like elastic
Love and respect is the tactic
Bam! In your motherfuckin' face
KRS in the place
I never liked listening to bitches and hoes anyway
Well you know I like hoes, 'cause I'm a mack
But I don't like the wack tracks, you know what I'm sayin'?
And for all your suckers out there
That underestimate the militant mack, get the bozack
You know what I mean?  Word!
You know why?
Every posse wan fi chat, they wan fi chat, they wan fi chat
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, ya know dem is wack
Every posse wan fi chat, but ya knows dem is wack
Yes
Fresh for 1992, you suckers
Motherfuckers! Brrrrrrt!
One two
Rap music, what does it mean
What is everybody in this industry for
What is everybody, buying rap for
Why do people get involved, in rap music
Rap music number one, is the voice of black people, number one
Number two, it's the LAST voice, of black people
Black people have created every music you hear out here in the streets today
Every single music, rock and roll down
Therefore; in a situation that has, all African music in it
All African music, uhh, exploiting itself of it, or coming out of it
All African influence in all it's music
And you have what is called American Music Awards
You have what is called theft
And what I would like to bring out today is rap music
As, a revolutionary tool in changing the structure of racist America
"Swell and laid back, mellow
Make it sweet, make it sweet, now"
Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule
And these other industries out here cannot take it, come down!
Come again!
We want!
Bo!
Come again!
Bo!
* dub/instrumental of first verse reprised to fade *
Yes yes I'm Special K
On New York's Two show on WBDP
This is the brand new one by KRS-One of Boogie Down Productions
And it's off the Edutainment LP
Wanna send a shout out to the BDP Posse
Of course to Teddy Ted, Nice and Smooth, D-Nice, D-Square
And my man Fish, Sidney Mills, Ms. Melodie, Willie D
And of course me... seeya!
If we really want world peace
And we want it right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Take it!
If we really want world peace
And we want it right now
World peace..  ..or world TALK?
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Take it!
If we really want world peace
And we want it right now
World peace!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Right now!
If we really want world peace
And we want it right now
Come in now..
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
World peace.. or world TALK?!
If we really want world peace
Yes I do
And we want it right now
When can I get it?
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
Come in!
If we really want world peace
That's it
And we want it right now
Right now
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
I want it now!
If we really want world peace
I want it right now!
And we want it right now
We need it right now!
We must make up our minds to take.. it..
No talk.. world peace!
If we really want world peace
Peace! *echoes*
Yeah...
You could call a man a bum with disgust on your morning run
Cause he lives outside in the street, you don't know this
But you've failed to realise that the one you so despise
Reflects yourself cos every black man is homeless
You could take your Alka-Seltzer while you talk about shelter
You might even wanna talk about a little loan
Cause no matter how rich you become you'll always be two, not one
Cause believe it or not, America ain't your home
We've been taught to say our name, Afro-American, all the same
Not fully American but gettin' there very slowly
Cause to fully be American, you know, you gotta take out the word 'Afro'
Now they've relaxed I hear they might as well call us Toby
See, Afro and black are African,
while theft is American
So how can Afro-American make much sense?
Your ancestors come from Africa
By stealing them now you're born in America
So the black man is homeless even though he pays rent
Some black people say "We built this place
So we are American, but of the black race"
Well let me make this little topic known
The Japanese also built this place
In technology and they're winnin' the race
But at the end of the day the Japanese can go home
Do you see the point that I'm getting at?
I'm not a racist, I'm statin' a fact
Blacks are actually prisoners of war
Cause while South Africa continues to fight
We try our best to look more and more white
Proof that the blacks have been stripped of their core
Well, I guess I didn't sing and dance enough
For black radio to play this stuff
But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone
I'm only here to state one fact
Wake up African, your colour is black
And every black man is homeless cause he ain't got no home
Pick up that money, ho!
Pick up that money, ho!
Pick up that money, ho!
Pick up that money, ho!
Nice & Smooth dem have a title 
Flavor Unit has a title 
Nice & Smooth dem have a title 
Kid Capri have a title
Buck! Buck! Buck!
Me a de don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide
De don-don, de don-don, de don-don diggide
Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P
Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P
Yes all roughneck youth hold tight
1992 style and we come down roughneck and wicked
Rock all night rip up the mic
Now we take you over to Kid Capri up in the park
Come Down Kid Capri
Ladies and Gentlemen without further ado
Put your hands together for my motherfuckin' main man
Ooh..ha ha ha..you know where that comes from right??
That comes from the parties and blowin' up
Ladies and Gentlemen my peoples
B. D. P.!!!!
The blueprint!
Musty, fusty, yet so crystal clear
The non-commercial set is now here
Brought to you, by the will of positive people
K-R-S plus One equals
Slammin' lyrics, and beats unquestionable
The professional, while I guess that you'll
Grab the album, that rocks the most, on the market
Strong hearted, with a target
--Bloo-- and the target is hit
I shot the lyric then reload the clip
--Bloo-- another shell hits the ground
Along with the shell my opponents weak crown
--Bloo Bloo-- the title comes after
What a disaster listen to the laughter
Your heart I capture
'Cause every lecture has texture
If you're wack I say "Next, sir"
Who's next? 'Cause I've got no time for weakness
Only the teacher speaks this
Dialect, that gains 'nuff respect
Which money can't buy you yet
But I don't care, 'cause Boogie Down Productions has both
The most worldwide, coast to coast
We didn't do it with the soft commercial sound
Try the ghetto, 'cause I refuse to let go
You see you don't understand, I knew it
You got a copy I read from the blueprint
Keepin' it on, track
And never wack
Please step back
If you speak the wack rap
'Cause I alone can diss your whole pack or posse
Stupid! Sit there and watch me
You can't stop the original with a copy
Sloppy, very sloppy you slouch
Every time you bite I yell "Ouch!"
Breakout, get lost your throat is hoarse
You lost 'cause I'm dope of course
--One and Two and Three and Four--
But that comes from, years of practice
Anti-slackness, anti-wackness
Throw on the glasses and teach the masses
Very simple, the question I ask is
How many MC's must get stomped
Before somebody says Kris has no comp?
Thousands, both here and overseas
If you're soft I say "Please, leave"
Here's the door, there's your hat coat and mitt
'Cause here, we read the blueprint
If you a black herb smuggler
They will, watch you by the hour
It only means that if you have more money
Then you have more power
They will come in the night
And they will read you your rights
There is no need to fight
If you're black there is no need to fight
"He's gonna get across the border before we can catch him"
*dogs barking*
"Just let me draw a bead on his black ass and he's dead"
*dogs barking*
"He's gonna make it"
"Let the dogs go!"
"No I won't do it!"
"He's got four, they've only got two"
"They'll tear him apart, I won't do it"
"Let the dogs go!"
"Turn loose those dogs!"
Now take it on back 
Original.. original.. original.. hit it!
Original.. ah one two three, we out! 
Breath control..
That's it, that's it, that's it
Break is over, back to the track
Resume attack, on the crews that are wack
We don't lack, I mean, we don't like
The played out styles when we're rockin the mic
The radical rebel at level fifteen
The amp only goes to ten, you know what I mean?
As it seems, it seems that you're doomed
Yes I'll boom and consume the WHOLE room
Not a part, not a fraction or a sum
But ALL, capital KRS-One
B-D-B-D-B-D-B-D-P
Takin MC's out constantly!
Because you're no big deal, you're no big wheel
You steal, come before me and kneel but
I'm not a king, I'm not a queen, I'm not a ace
I'm not a jack, I'm not a MC or a playboy
And I just ain't wack
I feel that you should get an understanding
You might be jamming, but KRS-One is slamming
Hypothetically, or in reality
Takin you out, is a SMALL technicality
Rhymes like these, or rhymes like THIS ONE
Comes in handy, while I diss some
Soft silly low budget sucker like yourself
I got the style you need, in my house on the shelf
Labelled, sucker boy style
I like to do it every once in a while..
History can never be made by one man,
we must smash this one quickly
History is made only by the masses of the people
, this is clear
Even a, cursory glance at the falasfallacious presentation
Of history by
the American capitalist system
, will demonstrate just this
Take George Washington, as bad as he is
Put him in the middle of Valley Forge, by himself, surrounded
By the British, he can do nothing
*laughing and applause*
Mhmhmmmhmm
Take Martin Luther King as righteous as he is
Put him in the middle of Birmingham by himself, speaking out against racism
He would be lynched
But you take this same King, you take this same Washington
Put them in Valley Forge, put them in Alabama
Surround them with thousands of people who have the same ideas they do
Willing to make those ideas reality and the situation changes drastically
But all these magazines'll vanish before you will
They better start printin the REAL REAL hip-hop
From BDP
Yo yo but check it out Will
They ain't interested in no real hip-hop
They ain't interested in graffiti art, breakdancin
And real rap music, they just wanna know where the money is
Why why why?
Yo I think some of these journalists
Need to start gettin punched in they face
Hah, I got a big fist
* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *
 Break it down!
* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *
Fresh.. for Jack of Spades, you SUCKERS
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah..
Because we got to advance!
We got to advance!
There's nothing in our lives ever happened by chance!
We got to advance!
We got to advance!
We have got to advance!
Because we got to advance!
We got to advance!
There's nothing in our lives ever happened by chance!
We got to advance!
We got to advance!
We have got to advance!
The grand incredible Scott La Rock!
Now understand, rap is rebellious music
Therefore, only the rebel should use it
But pop artists abuse it
When the audience hears real rap, they boo it
See rap music is a culture
And everyone outside that culture is a vulture
The vulture makes money on the culture
Understand, I ain't tryin to insult ya
But you're either usin rap like the devil
Or you're pushin rap to another level
So don't wait for your company's promotions staff
Promote yourself with your own cash!
But this might mean you can't buy gold
You might have to put that on hold
Cause if the artist falls, they diss him!
But if the company falls, the artist falls with them!
This ain't about a tight skirt
Here's how not to get jerked when you do hard work!
"Jump on it!" *8X*
"It's like that y'all" *16X*
All you white people out there that think you're down with America can
Forget it. Cause they TAX all of us.
All of us, one by one. Just
Take a look at
Leona Helm-Helmsley. Taxed her, she's white I believe
*laughter* Yeah threw her butt right in jail.
She ain't nothin but
Another ho, according to this system.
*laughter* You ain't pay your
Taxes ho, get back in jail. *uproarious laughter*
Ya know, so we wanna clear the air
And let you all know what time of day it really is
BDP are black revolutionaries
First for humanity,
then for the upliftment of Africa
And it goes a little somethin, like this
Am I supposed to stand here?
These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here
Scott, turn up the master
So I can hear, and talk faster
I'm the Blastmaster, cos I'm blasted
I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted
But Blastmaster is a subtitle
KRS ONE is more vital
And more lethal and more vicious
As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us!
He got a problem, yo, he's conceited"
I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it
Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle
Seconds later they're playin' that single
Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically
So the people in the place will automatically
Time it, and dance right behind it
Those that have it on tape will rewind it
It's not surprising, we rock parties
Anywhere, anyone, anybody
Some sound shoddy, like cardboard
But I'm blessed, praise the lord
You see I like to study, I like money
I like eatin' wheat bread with honey
But to none of these am I addicted
I like to remain free and unafflicted
With the sickness of attachment
The material road of entrapment
Those that walk this road become weak
They can't think, they can't speak
Unself-sufficient, cos they're leeching
I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin'
Well if you notice, not once
Have I said Scott's name to gain fame
See it's a shame that they're blinded
If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it
That's called an autograph, this is called a class
I've only come to educate the mass
Of young people, to this there's no sequel
Just a message, be peaceful
And loving, but not a sucker
And stay away from negative motherfuckers
They only pull you down with their hate
But wait, here's somethin' to meditate...
Downratin' statements you always seem to make
You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate
You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift
To execute the rhyme on time without a shift
You only utter negativity, never productivity
For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity
Yet when all the currency comes in tax free
You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this
I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game
It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain
Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it
I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet
I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary
Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me
The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner
Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun
If you could realise this you won't be called a toy
But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy
Just coolin' out without a doubt, l ivin' life a little different
Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence
I am only 20, yet here's my present level
Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels
Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious
I will succeed while you suckers make wishes
Time and time again I prove to be exciting
But time and time again you prove to be biting
I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers
With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!
Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... he frees the slaves; he
Said, "All slaves in armed rebellion."  The slaves.  Now understand one
Point: the African is not a slave, that's one point that they didn't
Realize when they were writin this.  The African is not a slave.
The
African has a history far more advanced than this nineteen-ninety
History we're in right now
.  He's not a slave.
Lincoln's ultimately
Sayin now you were born a slave, you'll always be a slave, and all I
Will ever see you as is a slave, and I free you
When you realize you have this army, or one concept, one thought, one
Movement, one action; you have what is called a revolution.
But the
More we stay seperated, and the more we don't understand the concept of
The EYE, that is within all of us, then we will constantly constantly
Lose, every single battle, from day one to day forever.
Thank you
We'll take questions. *clapping, applause, and shouting*
You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist
I used to write KRS-One all over the place
All up in Soundview, in Brooklyn
Then when the cops come for you, ha ha hah
You just get {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
And another thing:
Me and my crew, we made hit records all over the place
But we left B-Boy Records
And you know what happened after that point?
Ha hah, they just got {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
We're not done, we're not done, we're not done
Check this out
Yeah yeah, the name of the new album of course
Is Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip-Hop
Run out and get a copy at your nearest record store
Because Boogie Down Productions RULES!
Chorus
Nice & Smooth dem have a title
Flavor Unit has a title
Nice & Smooth dem have a title
Kid Capri have a title
Buck! Buck! Buck!
Me a de don-don, diggi don-dong, diggi don-dong, diggide
Diggi don-dong, diggi don-dong, diggi don-dong, diggide
Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P
Remember the name of the crew is called B.D.P
Outro:
Yes all roughneck youth hold tight
1992 style and we come down roughneck and wicked
Rock all night rip up the mic
Now we take you over to Kid Capri up in the park
Come Down Kid Capri
Ladies and Gentlemen without further adue
Put your hands together for my motherfuckin main man
Ooh..ha ha ha..you know where that comes from right??
That comes from doin' the parties and blowin up
Ladies and Gentlemen my peoples
B D P  !!!!
Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us
Eric B. and Rakim, they're down with us
Stetsasonic, they're down with us
Dana Dane, he's down with us
Sleeping Bag Records, they're down with us
My lawyer Jay, he's down with us
Jive/RCA is down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one
A girl tried to take me out one day
For a play, not your everyday trey
We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock
I looked in my pocket, didn't have a lot
I said... "You better get yourself a job"
She tried to tell me that times were hard
I told the ho, I said "Yo, that's not my fault
You need a vault", I'm out to assault
Any girl I find who try to take me for mine
I'm gonna have to finish this another time
But...
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
You gotta
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
You gotta
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
You gotta
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
You gotta
Feel the vibe, feel the beat
Ghetto music
Ghetto music
Ghetto music
Ghetto music..
So take it slow amigo... feeling ??? and laid back low
Make it sweet
Make it sweet
Now
We are not a front and, we are no fraud
Every hit record comes straight from the Lord
We live in jail cell and we live in shelter
If you help yourself, well JAH will help ya
Look to no man but love everyone
Stand on your own and work til you're done
Follow the commandments that Jah set forth
Cause manmade laws, made man lost 
Where can they go, where can they turn?
When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. 
Their very soul! 
What can they do, what can they say?
They can't live without your love.. another day..
They need you, in their lives
They know, your love is right 
You're the inspiration  that sweet revelation
All their hope, and their salvation 
And where can they go, where can they turn 
When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. their very soul!
What can they do, what can they say?
They can't live without your love.. another day..
They need you, in their lives
They know, your love is right
You're the inspiration, that sweet revelation
And all of their hopes  and their salvation
Where can they go, where can they turn 
When they hear your name, that fire BURNS.. 
Their very soul 
And what can they do, what can they say
They can't live without your love.. another day..
Where do they go
What do they do?
Where do they turn
What can they say?
Where do they go, what can they do
Breathe without you?
Where do they go
Breathe without you?
What do they do.. *fades*
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
Now that I'm back I attack because I lack
Plus here's the Glock, now my style is not wack
If everybody's going "Boom Boom Bap"
Why are you going "Ba boom boom boom bap?"
You nah give the people what they want when they ask
So when we on the mic the mic the mich I crush that ass
You don't want to fuck with this
It's big Kris with the hit list and nah miss
I burn you like a metal kettle
All that biddy boom bye bye bye bye boom shit's got to settle
I got the hardcore rhyme for your mind
Take time to find that I'm the one that rips your shit up
Huh!  This is a stick up
You're so afraid of KRS I'll take away your hiccups
Diss me?  You'd better think about the next
I got my style from KRS-ONE, you biting Treach
Don't you know me all the ruler?
Ram dance hall, with the styles that are newer
If you contest the show
BDP will rock you high, then bring you down low
You know the T'Cha's name
Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah 
"Don't gimme da-dis, don't gimme da-dat, don't gimme my lyrical miracle act
You'll flip yourself from the front to the back, whatever you mumbling is whiggity-whack
What's all this scribblin-gigglin-gangin-and-bangin and what you really sayin?
Nothin you're frontin and huntin, gruntin for somethin
I come Kriss-tyal clear, good as that first glass
You can't last the class, you're the outlash
Or the boom-bash, and the end of crash
Find PM Dawn and ask they ass
I am the Teacha, undisputed Teacha
Bout to see your body like a beatin peepin reachin seekin leapin creepin - uh
But at the same time 
This is our corporate meeting, greeting!
I use a little-a-this
A little-a-that
So lyrics I rap will dazzle, when I battle
I won't have to resurrect styles or rattle
The cat'll get your tongue
I'm KRS-One
I'll bring a catastrophe to an emcee
But I'm not exact-ahct-actly young
Who wants to test the respect
Phrase for phrase, it pays, to look the other ways
I'm not the lyrical average, I'm all about damage
You in my face then your manager can't manage"
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
They are in there, like you'll soon be in prison
Who you kiddin'? You're only tryin' to rock a party
You ain't really down to shoot nobody
So why you frontin'? Sayin' from the cops you be runnin'
In jail in a pair of panties you look just stunning
You pop all that wannabe shit on vinyl
Until your ass is bein' pumped by some faggot named Lionel
In jail you ain't got respect
You a fairy, I'll be takin' your commissary
And the picture of your sister, mister
As seamy as Pee-Wee Herman, I ain't trying to diss her
This ain't no bullshit game and I ain't changed
I'm just thinkin' long range
People died so I can rhyme
You think I'm gonna grab the mic and waste my nation's time?
Step up with that weak shit
You're psychologically, historically, and spiritually sick
Plus you're on my dick
Changin' the subject, your rhyme style ain't correct
You know my fuckin' name!
Blastmaster KRS is thinking long range!
Yeah we in there, yeah yeah
KRS, Kenny Parker, Willie D from Long Island
Heather B, Ska-Danks
D-Square, Sidney Mills
Ha-ohhhh go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn!
Go Bronx! 
The Bronx! Yell Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx! Southside Bronx!
Southside Bronx, argh!
I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye!
The bridge is over, the bridge is over, hey, hey!
The bridge is over, the bridge is over, biddy-bye-bye!
The bridge is over, the bridge is over
You see me coming in de dance with the spliff of sensei
Down with the sound called BDP
If you want to join the crew, well you must see me
You can't sound like Shan or the one Marley
Because Shan and Marley Marl dem a rhyming like they gay
Picking up the mic, man, dem don't know what to say
Saying Hip Hop started out in Queensbridge
Saying lies like that, man, you know dem can't live
So I tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan!
Tell them again, me come to tell them again!
Tell them again, me come to tell them again, gwan!
Tell them again, me come to tell them
Manhattan keeps on making it, Brooklyn keeps on taking it
Bronx keeps creating it, and Queens keeps on faking it
Di-di di-da, di-di-di, dida di-day, aiy!
All you sucker MCs, won't you please come out to play 
Here's an example of KRS-One 
Here's an example of KRS-One
They wish to battle BDP but they cannot
They must be on the dick of who? DJ Scott La Rock
Cause we don't complain nor do we play the game of favors
Boogie Down Productions comes in three different flavors
Pick any dick for the flavor that you savor
Mr. Magic might wish to come and try to save ya
But instead of helping ya out he wants the same thing I gave ya
I finally figured it out, Magic mouth is used for sucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
MC Shan and Marley Marl is really only bluffing
Like Doug E. Fresh said “I tell you now, you ain't nothing”
Compared to Red Alert on KISS and Boogie Down Productions
So easy now man, I me say easy now man
To KRS-One, you know dem can't understand
Me moving over there and then me moving over here
The name of this routine is called "Live At Union Square"
Square, square, square, ooooooooooooooooooooooo
What's the matter with your MC, Marley Marl?
Don't know you know that he's out of touch
What's the matter with your DJ, MC Shan?
On the wheels of steel Marlon sucks
You'd better change what comes out your speaker
You're better off talking 'bout your wack Puma sneaker
Cause Bronx created hip-hop, Queens will only get dropped
You're still telling lies to me
Everybody's talking 'bout the Juice Crew funny
But you're still telling lies to me
Criminal minded 
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
Many people tell me this style is terrific
It is kinda different but let's get specific
KRS-One specialize in music
I'll only use this type of style when I choose it
Party people in the place to be, KRS-One attacks
You got dropped off MCA 'cause the rhymes you wrote was wack
So you think that hip-hop had its start out in Queensbridge
If you pop that junk up in the Bronx you might not live
'Cause you're in
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
South Bronx, the South South Bronx
The human TR-808, D-Nice
The poet, the Blastmaster KRS-ONE
The Grand Incredible DJ Scott La Rock
Boogie... Down... Productions
Fresh for '86, suckers!
Verse Three:
Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS"
Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale
From the days of prison I have uprisen
To my family members I'm marked down as missin
Listen, circumstances put me right in the street
With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep
Some weep, or should I rather say some cry
Can't get by so later on they die
Because the strong will survive
The weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
I love what I got and like what I had
I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad
I get even, myself and some others I believe in
Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin
Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta
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Cool like the air we breathe
Inhale, exhale, perpetrators will fail
As sure as my name is "Blastmaster KRS"
Sit and listen to the very essence of this tale
From the days of prison I have uprisen
To my family members I'm marked down as missin
Listen, circumstances put me right in the street
With the will to survive, get paid, eat, and sleep
Some weep, or should I rather say some cry
Can't get by so later on they die
Because the strong will survive
The weak will perish
Ignorance is a poison and knowledge will nourish
I love what I got and like what I had
I'm glad, not sad, and I don't even get mad
I get even, myself and some others I believe in
Cos these others are my brothas and perfection we're achievin
Yes, my name is KRS, my brother is a Rasta
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It's 1995
And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but I told y'all
Until the day that I die I still
Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya
And that's all I showed ya
And that's all I sold ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be (that I'm a celebrity
Who's on the brink of insanity?)
Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me
Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintainin'
Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'
Is hella strainin' 
But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Shit is Crazy 
But a whole  lifetime
Wow  Shit is amazing
Of the real rides 
Now if you are to look out your right window
You'll see a map 
That's Labcabincalifornia 
Right over there 
It's just now flying over Hollywood 
Get a good glimpse now 
Hold on now 
A little turbulence, a little turbulence 
We're going down, we're going down
Where's Quentin?
M.O.  Looks like you're gonna have to
Grab the parachutes 
Its time to  down on Labcabincalifornia 
That'll be the spot
We just blew an engine
We're going down
It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
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Only the real survive
Only the real survive
Survive
Only the real survive
Haha
On all open mic 
Stand strong
Yeah Infinity
Thousand feet
Nine hundred feet
Five hundred feet
Zero
Ground zero
Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat 
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
Because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Naked on a mountain top tootin' on a flizoot
Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whisky out a boot
With the wings and the teeth of an African bat, ba-aa-aa-at
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
I said ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe
Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
 ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama
Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga
Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map
And see people wavin' at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin
His mother be hooked, fishin' with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth
Ya mother be eatin' Daytons like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
It just looks like she's just gliding across the floor...
Shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit....
Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbing up?
My hand has been extended ever since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew ya, but I didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid, 'cause ya thought you captured Cupid
And you found that love ain't two bits of shit
So I resign and quit
It ain't even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or
Even the pussy whip,
Elizabeth, this is it
Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I'd charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me
The kid is going crazy, they stepping with my lady
They're working on a baby, I'm pushing up the daisies, but
Hey diddle diddle, I won't play second fiddle
To no man and stand firm on this
And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltar, miss
No, I won't diss, I'm just like off to other fish in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other, you know that there's other
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
Like this... 
Like this... 
Like this... 
Like this... 
Yo, I'm Audi Geee
No doubts manufactured
No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it really is huh?
Is that what you want? What you talkin about?
What you talkin bout nigga?
Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.?
I'mma tell you what's wrong with the problems
Of the people in the L.A
See the brothers needs some type of education
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
The tree if you don't water the grass
So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh
Like this... nanananananana, like this
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat
Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter*
Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going
Keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere
C'mere c'mere  C'mere for a second
Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should
*music stops* Oh, duhh!
And she said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
So I granted her wish
And she said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
So I granted her wish
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waitin all night so we could be all alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Trying to build something real, working fingertips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be coming home
No time soon
So I dance with the silhouette beneath the moon
And she said, if satisfaction's guaranteed
Nothing else could come between the flight of a new love baby
Maybe we could be cool
Instead of sharing this here ship with the fools
You know that, right now, right now, right now, baby
Right now, right now, right now, baby
And she said
I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it baby
And she said
You know that she said
And she said
Well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you?
Yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?
Imani got a lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mic]
Why does your mother smoke pipe
With crack on the inside
She likes to take a bus ride with a sherm stick in her mouth
Preachin' about
What the world's goin' on
I don' know what's up
The bitch smokes
A lotta heron
Every day a hard
Basehead
I don't' know what to say
Where's bus  we'll call you up
Let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
Who packs the booty on the side 
I crack
I've lost track
It's a cheap fuckin' pipe
I saw ya...
The pipe dammit!
Now it's dark inside nostril and inside nose he completed the run
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
You better watch your hide
'Cause this sound ain't big enough for the two of us
It's a must that I bust actually
See, I'm the type of nigga that likes to breathe
And I'm the type of nigga that'll roll my sleeves
Ah, but if there’s a tussle I’m down to kick some butthole
Nigga crash nigga bash with very little muscle
Hustler in my heart so I'ma play the part
Of that type a nigga with the ice cold heart
Chilly Willy, don't be silly
I'll take ya Philly and I'll bone her
Make her disown ya
Change her name to Mona
Put her on my throne, oh yeah
See, I'm the type of the nigga so you better beware
The nigga is on I'm putting it on like Al Capone I'm all that
The only difference between me and Alsy Palsy is I'm black, jack
King me
No clownin' 'cause I'm crownin' like a tooth
And when I spit my shit it's 190 proof
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
Well, I shuts 'em down like P.E
That's what they try to be me
I own a size 10 in Nike and I kick you in your pee-pee, that's me
I am the one that kicked your daddy in your nuts
That's why your mental state was fucked before you hit your mama's guts
'Cause I'm the nigga and the boss
I flip it and I toss
This time there was a quarter only a dollar was what they cost
'Cause niggas on my Snoopy like the bird Woodstock
Getcha hands off my dick because I hold this cock
It's like I'm waitin' in the distance
Resisted from persistence
I'm Dirty Harry and I take your mama just for instance
'Cause I'm the type of nigga to make the fat lady sing
Hour after my flow, she wasn't shocked with my swing
But a little too much weight to be a new jack man
Got more rhythm in my toe than a whole blues band
'Cause when I rock the people roll when I recite from my scroll
Play the beat nigga forever mind body and soul
Um um, well, excuse me
Um um, well, excuse me
Um um, well, excuse me
Um um, well, excuse me
Um um, well, excuse me
Um um, well, excuse me
Um um...
I been waitin' for a beat...
How long can you freak the funk?
How long can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the funk?
Yeah, freak the funk
Alright, freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
I want the farmer man
I want the farmer man
Yeah, I want the farmer man
Give me the farmer man
I go from Skip Scott to hip-hop to be-bop to P-Funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic
'Cause I'm frantic, take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box when I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes, I come from Cali, no, I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it—I got herpes
Damn!
Ah shit
Ooh
Oh, an S',  an S'
Sounds like an S' to me!
Eee ah ooh ah ah, Eee ah ooh ah ah
Eee ah ooh ah ah, Eee ah ooh ah ah
Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
Y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Party over here! Party over there!
Party right here! Party right there!
Party over there!
There's a party in your mouth
Flip fly caught you soarin sky high
But a fly slip wash you up fly drip my
Eyes cry, tears fear
A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero
Zero from zero leaves nothin', now ain't that somethin'?
And all this time you been wantin' somethin' for nothin'
The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
The homies kick the fact 'cause its wack to let you fall
 you're rollin in the 'hood so niggas that don't wantcha
And you're fucked, crazy fucked, like the slut Heather Hunter
 the one that punches shit, I know you'll get the pick
With the cars and the girls and the ego and the loot chief
I'll make this brief, I'd be lyin through my teeth
If I told you you was dope and your benefits was reaped
From my ego, those  kids are creepin' with the steel
And you're cappin' 'bout this rappin' and they're cavin' in the grille
On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
'bout the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
Come on and taste the real, step on inside
And confide in the feel I reside
By steel waters just a gear on the wheel
No fear on the steel just a
Son of Jiva who won't leave my field
Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer please
Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer please
Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer please
Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer please
You don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have ninety parking tickets...we have to take you in uh...
Give me break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man
OK so, so nobody has a license? OK uh...
How're you gonna accuse me of doin' something, dude?
Yeah you guys are definitely goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right over here, um
We're getting pulled over we're going to jail
So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the
Freak
Instantly she made another selection
Because he was in the lime plus had
The money connection "correction"
"way more paid" is why she laid and played
A charade in the game of deception
This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress
Of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack-tress
Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics
And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them
Type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused
In the lake of illusion with no values is why they're
Constantly losin'
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling
Ayyo yo yo I tell you what's up I tell you tell you tell you what's up
When you sign a crossed line, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time , it's jiggaboo time
When you're runnin' out of lyrics, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Yo, when you rappin' for the money, it's jiggaboo time 
It's jiggaboo time , it's jiggaboo time
When you don't have a plan, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
You're rappin for the white man, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you don't have soul, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Nigga when there's pork in your bowl, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Lots and lots of pork in your bowl, jiggaboo time
A real big bowl of fat, wait a minute, wait a minute
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Aowwowwwwww! Show me them teeth babyyy!
OK could you bug your eyes just a little bit?
Yeah, yeah, that's cool. I mean you know, real ghetto
OK we'll shoot the video over here
We need umm like a street area, y'know, toothless
And homeless, wearin' gold chains, all that shit
Fuck all that bullshit! I ain't going out like no sucker!
But we're all jiggaboos, yeah, in our own way!
So, might as well just get paid, and say, fuck it, y'know
The way that momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep
Know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the niggas by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
But, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movement
And move men soon
They consume every womb who bares
Beneath the stairs of their doom
Before they let a new soul bloom
Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb
Chorus: repeat 4X
Cause everytime I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2 inch reels
That I don't even own
Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin
Slowly broke into the kitchen
To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe
Getting tricked out of this nation
By a silly hillbilly
Who laughed as the shit happened
Everything's the same
The game continued into rappin
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul
To receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own
Chorus: repeat 4X
I was po', black and broke
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out
Speakin about the time before I got signed
I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool
Wit' foolish rules and guidelines
Fuck the cap and tassels
Said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U
I grab the MIC one-time
Check it, 1-2, we in
Freakin' major flavors with my fellow
Nubians
Takin shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil
Now everyday I wake up, I be rolling down the street
Bumping my beat but they try to defeat, My cause, but I'm a
Rebel
So I can't pause, But all these laws 
Why, up is where I try to keep, But shit still gets deep 
How deep?
Deeper than a motherfuckin' grave
And it's about that time I be more than a slave
This ain't nothin but the end
So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free
The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D
And I still, gotta ask
You could've told me
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
So, So, So
From the beginning it was known
Had a brother here, but now he's gone 
He's not six deep, find him on 6th Street
His mind now mincemeat, sleeping on concrete
Can tell when she went to sleep, she's still weak
About a big bro, overdid it one day
Decide to hit her, no booz, no drugs, no playaz
No thugs, no luv no hugs
When she caught me, found the stash in the coffee?
Call me from the payphone speaking real softly
That I've broken the seal of trust
On her way to her momma's house
On the bus, it was old for us, don't make a fuss
She said, as the tears shed, explained that she felt
Misled, she couldn't take the pain if I was jailed
Or found dead ...or from one upside the head
I tried to convince her, only happens to a few
How could I question, after all she'd been through
She said she felt bad, but there was nothin I could do
I thought I knew, I thought I knew
 - 2X
Yeah, me & my man's go back way before the music
I'd never thought that he would lose it and do that
All year he used to be in my house, but now I can't wait to
Smack the taste out of his mouth
They say that money is the root of all evil, but not having money
Is the root of all evil
, chilling, talking, walking with my people
Talking the walk about how shit goin' be, we gonna rock under
Any circumstances, when I'm on the microphone
You know we advancin', with or without you, can't fuck with you
We try to forget you, cause we're trying to get richer
You see back in the days crime pays
But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways
Now let me break this down
I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like
Nino Brown
Puttin suckas in fear
Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here
I'm buying new shoes and new clothes
Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it
Nigga give me three of those
My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1
Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done
Then that game went astray fools catchin time
Droppin dime and then fools gettin blown away
So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde
Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside
Makin papes makin tapes doin dates
All over the world in each and every state
Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks
But still got fat backs and fat stacks
Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out
Paper chase hustle that's what it be about
Some do it illegal, others just want more than their equal
Tryin not to get caught up in the evil This goes out to all my hustling people
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
Just do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
We gotta hustle ya'll, we gotta hustle
...
Bam! Who's next? 
If I were President, if I were President
I'd make sure all the money spent
Onnnnnnnn, good things
I wouldn't have no lint in my pocket
I'd rock it rock it I'd shock it
I would not jock the fact that there are
Rich people in the world because yo I got a girl
And she needs new clothes and I need new sneakers
And that's all I know
If I were President, if I were President
If I were President, IF I WERE PRESIDENT!
If I was President 
I would not carry, oh no spare change
I would just rearrange, the whole government structure
Cause there seems to be something that's
Messing with the
flucture
of the money 
It's not coming to me
So now it's time for me to tell my homey Jarod D
So I'm, looking at my wallet and I do not have a buck
Damn I'm out of luck, damn I'm feeling stuck
Beam me-beam me-beam me up, Scotty
Not as to where I have no control of my body
Tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters
Most the time my mind be ghost like Casper sinkin faster
But coming up in this shit sometimes I'm alienated, underrated
Suckas hate it that I made it as a misfit
But you know if the shoe fits I'mma wear it like a glass slipper
Hike to the big dipper, dip like a skipper, no top could be tipper 
But fools be tryin to rape friends to make friends
And that's one big twisted ass picture
Like Jack the Ripper
Caught up in the net like Flipper on a tuna protest, yeah, where's the focus
Got me fuckin with these friends and they crackin' my lens
And now, shit be'z foul as a mutha
Word to my sistas and my brothas and my color
"Hey you"
Can I take up a moment of your precious time
To realize and define the whole truth
"Hey you"
Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you
Because of my high altitude, the attitude of this one dude
Was just so lewd that he was viewed as rude and pursued by the Cyde
He was booed and chewed like food in the feud
Ending a career way shorter than an interlude and dude
The word I heard is that your vision is blurred
That's why you be speakin' the word so absurd, but
You get exactly what you deserve
As I hit and you swerve to hit the curb
Cuz you be totally guilty of the filthy-type phrasing
Faltering for sure under pressure
Overhyped and unamazing
You know what time it is 1995, 1997, 1999
Nigga its all going, velocity in Chicago, you know what I'm sayin
This is another Lab Cabin production
Instructions are as follow
Don't try to follow
Nor swallow, nor bite
Nor nibble, what I write
You know what time this is, that shit ain't right
Yeah, uh, I gotta give a shoutout to my man M-Walk
You know what I'm sayin my man Schmooche Cat
You know what I'm sayin my legacy
My main man Tre, Fat Lip, Bootie Brown, Imani, Pharcyde
Forever, and it don't stop
'Til we say it stop you know what time this is
Say what? Say what? I'm speakin to you
It's time to groove
Ohahaheeeeeyyyayyaaaaayeahhhhhhh
*drum roll, applause*
She keeps passin' me by 
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by 
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by 
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by 
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
If you're listening 
This one here goes out to my man Pooky 
This one goes out to the 
And all those who passed away 
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time 
I recall being three when Sunny passed away
One of the greatest in my eyes till this very day
Too young to understand but understood the ways of good and evil
Life and death was in the breath of times fate
And God only knows what kept Peggy straight
Cuz in the very next year my Aunt Dorothy was the late
More beautiful than the word it was like killing a mocking bird
She was so young like the new year was all you heard
Almost saw it so clear the good times that we had
When my Momma showed me pictures life wasn't so bad
I got baby sat By Pat when Bedie was a small guy
And in our cousins eyes we were both small fries
Jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl now
Father figure understands a man might like her profile
I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style
Both you and Ebony I be damned if this short life
Ain't heavenly peace and harmony family season and it goes...
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...
If you're listening 
This one here goes out to my man Pooky 
This one goes out to the 
And all those who passed away 
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time 
I recall being three when Sunny passed away
One of the greatest in my eyes till this very day
Too young to understand but understood the ways of good and evil
Life and death was in the breath of times fate
And God only knows what kept Peggy straight
Cuz in the very next year my Aunt Dorothy was the late
More beautiful than the word it was like killing a mocking bird
She was so young like the new year was all you heard
Almost saw it so clear the good times that we had
When my Momma showed me pictures life wasn't so bad
I got baby sat By Pat when Bedie was a small guy
And in our cousins eyes we were both small fries
Jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl now
Father figure understands a man might like her profile
I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style
Both you and Ebony I be damned if this short life
Ain't heavenly peace and harmony family season and it goes...
And we go round and round
Life is just a moment in time...
 X3
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
Somethin that means somethin
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
Somethin that means somethin
And she said
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
So I granted her wish
And she said
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
So I granted her wish
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waitin all night so we could be all alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Trying to build something real, working fingertips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be coming home
No time soon
So I dance with the silhouette beneath the moon
And she said, if satisfaction's guaranteed
Nothing else could come between the flight of a new love baby
Yeah baby
And she said
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
So I granted her wish
And she said
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
So I granted her wish
And she said
I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it baby
If you got to have it
{*scratched: "pandemonium"*}
Mere men are two handicapped to adapt
On my terrain, they remain in the same frame of thought
And they only thought as I laughed
At they foolish attempt to pin my technique
So I set a new mark, transforming my styles
To reconcile with the present, peasant
Meaning unsliced conditions
Like the ninjas on my trail, you will fail in hell
The young male will prevail when all hell breaks
I hate fakes, worse I hate flakes~!
Men get worse I get 'em to make their mistakes
I stay low like a sheet of linoleum
When it comes to pandemonium
{*scratched: "pandemonium" to song's end*}
Leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I wanna a check, I want some respect
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I want respect, I wanna check
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I wanna check, I wanna check
I want some respect, I want some respect
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
I wanna check, check
I want some respect, 'spect
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot
That'll make ya just gotta get a scoop
Oh yeah, 342nd airborne
Paratrooper platoon..
To most pain is unappealing
But pain is what we're feeling
Needing healing, so much pressure is building
In the presence of pressure
We keep building until the ending
I bet you got get-up-and-go power
It's time to grow, flower
Let the rain wash the pain from plains of indigo
Hard to tender when defending your name off pinnacles
Reclaim in intervals until you're strong again
Strong and sane with the stronger aim
My eyes dilate to see all the gain
And it's all the same, we're all to blame
For giving and receiving hate
You best believe in pain
Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt
You're now in tune to the sounds of the expert
A hundred flave-ahs of this widespread chaos
About to blow like the sextet of Miles Dave-ahs
Thought from the Illafive on the Phar-cidic
The blizzard isotona rap style, y'all can fit it
The head farmer, crush/kill the bad karma
Full body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it
Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit it
Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this convent
Who done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprinted
Unlimited turn, early bird catches the worm
My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn
Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ
Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm
Keep you up until the end of the term
Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment
Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shit
Climbing, you're on it like Carlich Hymen 
My skills I always polish it up till it's shining
Like a brother with a brand new Lex
Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs
With laser lights make the red dot
Bring it your face while you're blinking
White white hot, thermal
Burn your shit down like a towering inferno
Selecting and connecting them peckish grooves
To make you move, move you all like you fall
Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol
Do we believe that we're civilized, sophisticated or advanced
So quick to draw blood if given a chance
We dance with the Devil and romance with his rage
With a curse on our mind our prayers seem vague
The plague that sweeps across the garden is fear
Scared of our questions for the days that come near
So we stand guard over our bag of fool's gold
Never bowing our heads for the souls that we sold
And it's cold for the heart that stays towards itself
And only feels love for the abundance of wealth
But you can't pay your way through the gates of paradise
And you can't camouflage your grief from God's eyes
But lucky for us the Creator sees clear
With visions of times when we shed few tears
When our smiles have stretched from ear to ear
All the steps that we've travelled from year to year
And he loves who we are deep down inside
Forgives all the hatred, the greed and the pride
It's the same kind of love that could keep us afloat
When we all realise we need the same boat
With our hands interlocked we could carry the Sun
And bring forth the light where the damage was done
So let's do the raindance and water the seeds
And pray that the harvest brings what we all need
It's 1995!
And now that I'm older, stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders, but I told y'all
Until the day that I die I still
Will be a soldier and that's all I told ya
And that's all I showed ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be 
Now don't be wishin' of switchin' any positions with me
'Cause when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintainin'
'Cause all this gamin' and famin' from entertainin'
Is hella strainin' 
But I can't keep runnin' I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Can't keep running away
Ooh...
Smooth...
Scooby-doo-wow, scooby-doo-wow
Scooby-doo-wow, scooby-doo-wow
Ooh...
Ooh...
Scooby-doo-wow, scooby-doo-wow
Smoking blunts, driving ninety racing on the Pasadena 110
First drop on the colossus, it settles in over shadows
Engraved in the eyes when a real MC battles
With his opponent
I use it as one component, linked to the drive to improve when the beat is dropped
I wanted the force to move, but the rush turns your brain to mush
Stimulation lush, with danger we brush
Sometimes it's the only thing sustaining us
It's the rush
Look out for the rush
Everybody's in a rush
Beware of the rush
Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
Bha ba da da da bhum bha bha
You see the moon has a way with young idle minds
And idle time is the playground
Where old professions lay down
Like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind
Gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
They tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust
And enjoy, for you fly boys to look and not touch
It ain't much but bet your dollars
Cause they holler
Without saying a thang
And she ain't saying no names
And I'm fond of an intent
Rock hard and she was skin flint
Working on a flame
It seemed like every move she made was some good ass game
I had to keep my focus tame
Cause it's a doggone shame
To see them endless
And friendless
Will us when the pride feels great
Cognac watered down to its last tender state
And emerald butterfly disappears from the skies
It seems the moon can't fight the sunrise
CHORUS
Feeling high, on the emerald butterfly 
I was the mack of all times blowing their minds
In a world of fantasies when I'm casting my line
They would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing
On my crusading others would be out wading
In the water , more enticing than the farmer's daughter
As the imagination makes you wetter than her order
Though sweated her
so tough , so rough out here
See you can't jump into the picture unless you chose to lose an ear
More nocturnal than the night itself the mystery's clear
Smears of venom all up on your denim smooth as cashmere
Steer in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness
Abyss it gets deeper  so be a light sleeper 
The grief is like autumn rain  washing your needs away
Now all this gold is what I need to say about glitter...
CHORUS 
I jumped inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness
Popped in my freestyle tapes
Started reminiscing about my little homie
Who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous
So he came to Californey on the microphony
Was super bad and what not
But he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot
He became too fascinated with that gang related flavor
That he modificated rearranged his behavior
He hooked up quick with the influential slang
Gangsta-strow corn rolls the whole shabbang
Braggin' and boastin', boastin' and braggin'
How we 'posed to be hangin' with Baby Gees, I was baggin'
But what you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon
Hopin' they'd hit him in the head but he steady saggin'
Like he a hog creepin' through the smog
Smokin' on some Indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog
Like most who come to this West Coast society
Tried to be because they think it's fly to be a menace
So what a relic way to end this, got rolled up
When he was strolling on a Sunday after tennis
N****s never listen, they gotta learn their lesson
The hard way I'm guessin', guessin'
BD as I hit the B and make a right on Weston
Pops in my head the proverbial question, why?
Be like that, you just be like that
Baby, tell me why it's gotta be like that
Tell me why
Always gotta be like that
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why
Always gotta be like that
Tell me why, it always gotta be like that
Tell me why, it always gotta be like that
Always gotta be like that
Always gotta be like that
Tell me why
Oh I... I don't know what it is... but
Somethin's got to give
 6X
And I... I don't know what it is... but
Somethin's got to give round here...
And misery, 
Why you wanna take me there?  With you with you
And misery 
Why you wanna take me there?  With you
And misery 
Why you wanna take me there?  With you, with you
And misery 
Why you wanna take there?  With you, with you
Ya, ya
You need to stop fronting act like you got everything covered
But you ain't really takin' care of nothin'
You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella
Stop using all them smoke and mirrors
You need to focus
Hella, please, don't make me laugh ...
Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half
Huh, they use illusion tryna' be illusive
Known to stay true with the flow
And cruise on like a cruise ship
Could it be that
Could it be that .. You got us trouble
Could it be that.. Don't be sure
Could it be that.. You can't just struggle
Illusion
Now....
Could it be that... Could it be that ...
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
Don't you ever try to get with this
It just don't matter, ya still get dissed
To me you ain't nothing
Gone with my weed, the done deal
The best rapper in the world blowing right now, forreal
You call that shit skill?
Nigga, please suck my dick
In one hand I got a mic, in the other an open fist
What? You want to get wrapped up or smacked
Like a  Innocent victims of my show
But it ain't their rhymes punk, cause Buckwheat said so
I'm penetrating, escalating my devastation
Proves that I removes emcees like prayers to Satan
Rebuke
Cause you blowing up? It's a flook
I'm doper than that fool that you hide behind in your group
Loop the last two lines I just said
Play it over again ten times in your head
Weak link, like a midget in quicksand you sink
I out-think ya, see through your whole outfit
I'm irresistible, unmissable, Buckwheat's the shit
Like an elephant, bitch rapper don't forget it
Steppers like pulling blenders in gunfights, you with it
Rhyme riddler, making niggas hail me like Hitler
Insane, everybody do the Kurt Cobain, the greatest rapper
That ever lived; Buckwheat and that's my name
I thought of all the possibilities in my facilities
I heard the best situations roll in fives and threes
And my eyes received the message faster than FedEx
Read tantric texts trying to master the sex
And all its effects and what that projects
On one's true limit, like those too timid
They pose and then expose when they hid for a minute
Come to find that it was something that they did for a minute
I always rushed but never waited
Pleasant rubs anticipated
So I move in closer and brush between it
As if Mars were close to Venus, nothing can intervene us
Lust saturated every thought I ever dreamed
The temple of our motion made emotions kinda cream
In a crazy way, releasing her stream in amazing ways
Drifting to extremes in amazing ways before we did anything
I ain't fooled by the appearance
You still get no clearance
Cause it's clear it's ignorance
You get no certificates
Cause you tampered with the sacred
And angered the energies of the ancients
And you can't escape it then
All emotions went vacant and then
Love vanished so you must be banished
And banned forever, from entry
Bust as soon as we, meet eyes I remember thee
Sensations, then the temperature of the temptations
Begin to exceed at the speed of speed
Racing through my bloodstream
Fucked up as a drug scene
Sometimes my measures may seem extreme
When I'm balancing in between
The problems and the pleasures
La la la la 
Hella zoned, hella blown
Hit up my man on the telephone
Fried, sky high
Bake for the day, fry now pay later
Comin up on the superb herb...
...flowers
Thc powers
Got me higher than sears towers...
It's all good  baby baby
It's all good, baby, baby
It's all good, baby, baby
It's all good, baby, baby
It's all good, baby, baby
It's all good, baby, baby
It's all good, baby
It's all good
It's, all-
AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL LIIIIIIIIIVE!
 + 
All the way live...X6
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baybay!
I guess everybody needs somebody to love
You can't keep love lonely
'Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that
See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back
It be'z the sex appeal that's from the next and
Not necessarily the sex and
One might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect
On how they feelin'
Stimulation breakin' down their shields for the real and
As it stands mysteriously curiosity it kills the cat and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in
Behind these fantasies with no action
Searchin' for a remedy now she loves her man
But there is just a different type of chemistry
That flairs when her desire's on fire
Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire
And she said
"It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight"
So I granted her wish
And she said
"It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight"
So I granted her wish
I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown
Decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down
Up on the north side of town of course I bought a quarter pound
Of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight like Johnny Kemp
On a Friday night lookin' right 'cuz my shit is tight
Blazin' blunts to city lights on sunset and crescent heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
Wit tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace
Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace
So I waste no time to kick my little
I say, "How ya doin'", she say, "I'm doin' fine"
So I commence to mackin' to baby to see what's crackin'
So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin'
Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben
Fibbin' and adibin' just to get her to my crib then
We was chilling on the bed bumpin' some Isley
Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me
When she said, "Oh like that? You know I don't get down"
I know my homies gonna clown 'cause I let her stick around when
She said
"It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight"
So I granted her wish
Now daddy's home but she's been waitin' all night so we could be alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Tryin' to build something real working tips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin' home no time soon
So I dance with the silhouette beneath the moon
And she said if satisfactions guaranteed nothin'
Else could come between the flight of a new love babe, yeah
Maybe we could be cool
Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools you know?
That, right now, right now, right now, right now baby
Right now, right now, right now baby
And she said
"I'll give you the world if you want
It, I'll give you the world if you need it baby
And you got to have it"
And she said
You know that she said
And she said
And she said
And she said
And she said
And she said
And "I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it baby
I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it baby"
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
-Pharcyde Guestlist lyrics
Dont know if its perfect...
You better stop!
And think about it...
Not feelin very smart as the Doctor tears the chart
With my heart in my neck, oh heck
What have I done? Thrown all my cards on the table
For just one night of fun, I wish it wasn't cable
But the second time around in a town we performed at last week
Yeah needless to speak
Spotted the physique that caught my eye
Next morning woke up butt naked and high
On life not my wife like a knife I stab
Placed them on tabled still I did not grab
Now with a gown I wear and a frown I stare
Into the light, prayin that the overnight passion
Will not cash this ass in, so I'm askin
God it won't be odd cause I've asked before
Just right then the Doc entered the door
Hey, welcome back again Mr. Robinson!
Now see ahh, have you ever thought about ahh, using those...
Roll me on
Imani:
Reminition is to make the ends blend and meet
But sometimes to incline can be too steep for the feet
And sometimes we might even find it feek 
But the main function is to... 
The currency in every week 
Listen to the words I speak 
You only fall in deep cause you sleep
Hook 
Outro:
Gotta vest man. Gotta vest man. Gotta make that skrilla man
DJ EQ. And ya don't stop and ya don't quit
Pharcyde in the house with the ultimate shit
Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe
Gotta get the cash gotta let you know
Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe
I-I-I-I-I-I got some Bubble Berry
You got some Widow
Run to the store we can split down the middle
Add some hash
From where they bombin' Osama
We blaze and politic about the drama
For hot sec
It brings us together
We try to put it in perspect'
Not for everyone
You could suffer a side effect
Rapid heart beats
Cold sweats
A fear of going to sleep
With no waking up
I had all that shit
Happen when I was just a pup
Barking
Cause I took
To big of a hit
‘Til this day I still do that shit
How I love to smoke the crip the chron
I sip on java that straight from Juan
For the wake and bake
A slice of space cake
Begin the daybreak
Jump in full force
Make it shake
Til it crack
Day over
I roll up the whole sack
Create a hot track
That makes you dip back in the cut
The score
Northern Cali Pacific shore
Redwood protected
Sun shine basted
You know why when you taste it
Why I
I bet you're too...
Near me to hear me, cross-eyed to see clearly
Side winding like a snake, and yet you're trying to steer me
Veer me into oncoming traffic, hold up, Dearie!
You're looking kind of leery, I'm trying to stay cheery
While you're tired and weary, unable to stay stable
Unable to keep afloat, and unable to rock a note
So you, bring a good friend down by the throat
And most of y'all bite on anything like a goat
And when you're hot you're hot
And when you're not, you turncoat
Not understanding what that provokes
Not loyal to the movement of uplifted folks
But you're good, at blowing smoke up my ass like
I love it
Glad, rise above it, I don't need this shit
Too many jackasses to deal with
Like pleasure Isle, we lace the mic with style and finesse
It's the 'Cyde that you feel still
When you're sexing
Getting hyper, trying to chill
Fill you with thrills, get a mill'
Leaving suckers at a standstill
Instead of going, out we're going uphill
It's the 'Cyde that you feel still
When you're sexing
Getting hyper, trying to chill
Fill you with thrills, get a mill'
Leaving suckers at a standstill
Instead of going, out we're going uphill
Hook
Outro:
Still gotta give a shoot out to Schmooche Cat. YouknowhatI'msayin'? 2000
P.h.a.r.c.y.d.e. You you know how we do. Two triple low. 2000
Hook
Outro:
Still gotta give a shoot out to Schmooche Cat. YouknowhatI'msayin'? 2000
P.h.a.r.c.y.d.e. You you know how we do. Two triple low. 2000
Money and sex and drugs and violence
And ice and dubs
Mics and love and beats and rhyme
And every single time
Try to tell you but you never listen to the rhyme
Love and romance
Hip hop don’t stop
When I’m on the microphone I try to take it to the top
Over priced ice and over priced whips
It seems like they’re hearing but nobody listening
Unless it’s a MTV or BET video
Dosier got rhymes forget about those silly hoes
Money sex violence drugs guns ice dubs thugs
It’s got to be more than just cornrows and braids and
The names on the back of your throwback
Dosier is the name and I think that it is so wack
That now a days people bite on the mic
And get props on the mic
You know it’s not right and forget about the music.People talk and complain
Do not want to change
Everything is the same
Always want to get over
Wanna pull my chain
Carry some insurance
Cause you wanna pull my chain
Show mix with business
Oil mixed with rain
A slick road ahead
With the love there’s pain
Family could be tight
Until someone want to gain
Man it’s a shame
Now they look at me like an outsider
Pharcyder rider
One live wire
Get ready for another all-nighter
Who’s got the fire who need a lighter
Dosier get you higher than Ishiah Rider
Once you hit then
Hit it then
Hold it in and close your eyes then exhale
Slow thru your nose then
Ride
Money and sex and drugs and violence
And ice and dubs
Mics and love and beats and rhyme
And everysingle time
Try to tell you but you never listen to the rhyme
Yeah the streets do watch and they do get hot
But they don’t know
We will smash they flow
Cuz they get up on the microphone and act like a
Fashion show
Don’t care whose name you got on the back of your
Jeans
Your shit ain’t hot
Pharcyde been OG
Since the day we drop
Some make it to the summit
Some plain out flop
Pull me over to the side and we can chop
Underground to pop
We have not forgot about
We must pay homage
To the great performers of yesterday
That paved the way
So that we may be able to do our thing today
From slave ships to space ships
Guitars to asr’s
Drum kicks to drum machines back to drum kicks
We just about seen it all
Ain’t nothing new under the sun
Yes yes y’all
Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip
I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset
When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall
I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at
Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve
This But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real
Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
Cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck
Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show
No macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!
Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre
There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta
Handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to
Help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their
Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't
Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played
It cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being
Where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an
Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And
As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form
Free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
In other words just freeze
Verse Three: Imani #1
It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
Heavy as boulders but I told ya
Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
Ya and that's all I showed ya
And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
Whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me
Cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
To do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from
Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...
But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh,  Self Jupiter
You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit
This goin' out to you, baby
Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out...
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2-inch reels that I don't even own
Yeah, this is going out to my man, uh,  Self Jupiter
You know what I'm sayin', locked up and shit
This goin' out to you, baby
Muthafuckin' Pharcyde for '94
Check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out, check it out...
Like this 
Like this 
Not A Tribe Called Quest, but you know that I can kick it 
Peace voice Cube 'cause you know that I get wicked 
With the lazy, crazy vocals for the locals, many cycles
Feelin' dazed when I say, mic stuff
Kick the funky shit, and now you know I come corrupt
Smokin'on some buddha, ingest a single puff 
Feelin' all the rough, then fight the dragon
My belt is too big, that's why my pants' they be saggin'
Niggas, they be dragging', 'cause my styles are superb
Chillin' with this mooch cat, smoking' mad herb
So check it out
This sound is the way of the walking
What, stoned must be the way that I talk
And rap 
A few get the dap 
To make the hands clap 
Listen to what I say
The monkey ass beat provide by L.A. Jay
I do it everyday
Listen to what I say
Hey, hey, hey
I love to lick the girls booty
Get it on my camcorder for the world to see
Every nigga pulls a freak
It's serious indeed
Your girl stepped to me 'cause your shit was weak
I did her good, I want to sit down and listen
I came in her face, rubbed it in to make her skin glisten
Shut your mouth Ralph, Happy Days is canceled
Your girl is mine, she's like Gretel, I'm her Hansel
The Skinny motherfucker broke up your relationship
I might be small, but you really do not need to trip
I'll send your punk ass home with a black indent
Now, let me tell you something that's gonna make you flip
I heard ABC and BBD
Caught HIV from TLC
Yeah
It is true, I hope it ain't because I really
Had some plans to fuck the shot outta Chilli
DAMN 
This is LA Jay, the man with the big meat and the phat ass beats
I'm chilling' with my motherfuckin' old school niggas, The Pharcyde
With the dope ass freestyle
And we call this
Pork
Pinning her back, hang her upside down and get some sleep
Yo, fuck that 
I'm 'bout to give a shout out to some niggas that we met across the way
Um' Id like to give a shout out to Redman
Say what's up to Chuck D
Uh' I'd like to say what's up to Pete Rock
And the Large Professor
And um' Common Sense
  Pork
Yo, peace out to Premier and the Guru
 Pork 
Ah, ya mom is so fat 
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
Because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Naked on a mountain top tootin' on a flizute 
Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whiskey out a bizoot 
With the wings and the teeth of an African bat 
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
I said ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude, she looks like...
Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Ya mama jacked the Kool-Aid man for a sip, nigga
Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back, dude
 Ya mama's a sellout nigga
Nigga, ya mama did a pop tune, nigga
Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map and see people wavin' at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney, you should be hearing everything that you be saying
His mother be hooked, fishin' with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth and shit
Ya mother be eatin' Daytons like Now and Laters and shit
Ah, ya mama's an extra on The Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
It just looks like she's just gliding across the floor
Well, ya mom is so fat 
We ride on her back 
And my skates went flat 
I was stuck in her crack, yeah
Naked on a mountain top tootin' on a flizute
Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whiskey out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro with a chin strap
Yeah, I said ya mama's got an afro with a chin strap
 
 
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
 
 
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
 
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Ya Mama remix is wack
Ya Mama remix is wack man, this sucks dick yo
You guys ready? Are you ready?
It sucks dick that shit is just wack
How could you guys go out like that?
You guys are some sucker ass chumps
Now wait a minute dude, don't even say that
Me and Tre catchin' butt-ass, yo it's wack
C'mon nigga, you talk to 'em
That's all I know, aiyyo somebody get the phone
Hello, hello, anybody page Quinton?
Oh yeah, whassup dude?
What's happenin' G, what's goin' on?
Ah chillin', aiy you, you dere?
Aiyeah, yeah, yeah, hey man fuck it
I'll just be up there in twenty minutes
Aight, that's cool
Peace love
Guess what guys?
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay, oh yeah
Everything's okay, a-be-ba-da-bop-bop
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Eh eh eh eh eh eh
Oh, haha, hee, ya, ya, aah, yeah
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the funk? Yeah
Freak the funk 
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk 
Freak the funk 
Freak the funk
I want the farmer man
I want the farmer man
Yeah, I want the farmer man
Give me the farmer man
I go from Skip Scott to hip-hop to be-bop to P-Funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic
'Cause I'm frantic, take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box when I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes, I come from Cali, no, I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes
Damn!
Ooh, ooh, ah
N.S
Oh, oh, oh, N.S., N.S
Sounds like N.S. to me
Let me spray you
Eep opp oop ah ah, Eep opp oop ah ah
Eep opp oop ah ah, Eep opp oop ah ah
N.S., oh, that's National Security but it's Numb Skull
 In the sea, that is, in the sea
 In the sea, that is
In the sea, baby
Now you know there's other fish that's in the sea
Now you know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby; in the sea, baby
In the sea, baby; in the sea, baby
In the sea, baby; in the sea, baby
In the sea, baby; in the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
The sea, that is
The sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
The sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
The sea, that is; the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
The sea, that is; the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
You know there's other fish that's in the sea, that is
The sea, that is; the sea, that is
"But nevertheless, I'll say it again"
"But, but nevertheless, I'll say it again, that—"
"But nevertheless, I'll say it again"
"But, but nevertheless, I'll say it again, that—"
"But nevertheless, I'll say it again"
"But nevertheless, I'll say it again, that—"
"But nevertheless, I'll say it again, that—"
"But, but, but nevertheless, I'll say, say, say, say, say, say it again"
"But, but, but nevertheless—"
"But nevertheless—, but nevertheless, I'll say it again"
"I'll say it again"
"I'll say it again"
"I'll, I'll, I'll say it again"
"I'll, I'll, I'll say it again"
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee Ah Ooh Ah Ah
Eee Ah Ooh Ah Ah
Oh, what the heck 
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track 
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact 
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack 
But at this point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In '92 we take cash, '93 we take loot
The vinyl is delicious, I'm the nigga who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie giving us our wishes
One, I wanna just jam with your band
 You gotta play it all across the land
 The plan is grab the ducats
And say "fuck it" to the critics, hey now
I was walking down the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex, had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke 
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke 
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke 
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
On the downstroke
A-check it out 
A-check it out 
A-check it out 
Yeah, what the fuck is going on?
Yo, we having some technical difficulties, but I don't even give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, to tell you the truth
Yo, what's up, Mont?
Yo, check it out
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee  Ah  Ooh Ah Ah
Eee Ah Ooh Ah Ah
Eee Ah Ooh Ah Ah
Oh, what the heck 
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track 
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact 
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack 
But at this point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In '92 we take cash, '93 we take loot
The vinyl is delicious, I'm the nigga who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie giving us our wishes
One, I wanna just jam with your band
 You gotta play it all across the land
 The plan is grab the ducats
And say "fuck it" to the critics, hey now
I was walking down the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex, had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke 
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke 
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke 
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
On the downstroke
A-check it out 
A-check it out 
A-check it out 
Yeah, what the fuck is going on?
Yo, we having some technical difficulties, but I don't even give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, to tell you the truth
Yo, what's up, Mont?
Yo, check it out
Ah, ya mom is so fat 
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
And her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
'Cause that would blow me 'round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
Because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Naked on a mountain top tootin' on a flizute 
Ridin' on a horse drinkin' whiskey out a boot 
With the wings and the teeth of an African bat 
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
I said ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Ya mom's so black, she can spit coffee on a hot day
Ah nigga, that's why your mama's so black, she can spit chocolate
Nah, nigga, ya mama's so—, ya mama's ugly, they had to tie a piece of meat around her neck so the dog would play with her
She turned into mud
Ya mama got a five-hundred-pound attack bat on her shoulder named "Careless Whispers"
Ya mama is so old, she owes Jesus a quarter
Your mother has to eat arrows to get her shit straight
Pound attack bat named "Careless Whispers"
When they go on trips, a'ight, nigga, ah, nigga, ya mama
Talkin' about yo' mama
Nigga, Johnny J's mama
Ah, talkin' about your mama selling little kids for brooms
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the funk?
Yeah, freak the funk
Alright, freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
I want the farmer man
I want the farmer man
Yeah, I want the farmer man
Give me the farmer man
I go from Skip Scott to hip-hop to be-bop to P-Funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who got the hips that are gigantic
'Cause I'm frantic, take you in a frenzy
Taking you out is easier than pulling a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box when I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes, I come from Cali, no, I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes
Ah shit
Ooh
Oh, N.S., N.S
Sounds like N.S. to me
 Eep opp oop ah ah
 Eep opp oop ah ah
 Eep opp oop ah ah
 Eep opp oop ah ah
Bongs, blunts, joints, pipes, Cali green team
Keeps
You high all night.... 4x                                                                Starship enterprises
Comes with mo’ surprises
Keep y’all smokers open up like eyelids
My mindstate is
The ultimate ultraviolet
With non-violent approaches to smoking roaches
His royal badness with the reefer
Luvs2gethigh everyday
And give respects like Aretha
And everynight like Gladys in the midst of the madness
It’s the baddest
Now let me introduce you to the Dosier
Naturally induced
But don’t lose your composure
When we over expose ya
To the Dosier
With zig zags and 20 dollar zipper bags
They’re thinking that I’m crazy
Cuz at 4:20
We blaze 80
Bongs, blunts, joints, pipes, Cali green team
Keeps
You high all night.... 4x
J Ro
If we all burn one
We can all have fun
Rollin up blueberry an bubble gum
It’s like A to the muthafuckin K 47
I just heard all dogs go to heaven
Niggas roll in the club smellin like cat piss
Thai sticks got me on fry like catfish
It must be the super high look in my eye
To keep makin this weight
Just passin me bye
Saw a bud that was purple and gold I called it Lake
Show
Mexican sess go for a couple of pesos
Puffin on an afghan twig
Remember they used to sell grass in trashcan lids
When it starts getting darker I turn on my
Northern lights
Now I can see through purple bushes and
Catch rhinos colored white
I don’t buy platinum its Acapulco gold
Smoke it in an apple
Or a corn husk roll
Get your vegetables up
Fool
Bongs, blunts, joints, pipes, Cali green team
Keeps
You high all night.... 4x
We trade green for green
Grade schoolteacher
Or a NBA team we part with one thing
To make the day seem
Less mean
Prices vary
Gets scarce
Gets scary
Inflation hits
Niggas get funny like Livin Color skits
Hold top kolas like tits
Consumer fall vick
‘til the new harvest resolves it
Uh
450 to 600 zones hit
B to A with that streezy me no pay
Bag chips like frito lay
5 grams keeps the low life away
Big benji face at bay
Just a little tip if you play serious
Want to live a luxurious lifestyle
Step up ‘til it weighs 16 per pile
5 in the mornin' in file
With the traffic
Yeah
I’m crusin in the classic                                                                                             
Bongs, blunts, joints, pipes, Cali green team
Keeps
You high all night.... 4x
And we’re living in the lifestyle
Living with the rich and famous and the poor and aimless
Living where life’s wild
Doing the same old same and we do it again
Shielded by the spirit of debt
1-5’er, 1-9’er, ’71 is when the mission begun in Irvine
I’ve been all around but I really love the Cali sunshine
See, it’s a very small world 
No place like it in the world 
Hustlers and fly girls trying to get some
Welcome to the place where the sun submerge
The sky’s not the only place where stars emerge
On dreams we purge, to kill our urge
Aspirations embedded like handprints at the Chinese
Convertible down, warm Santa Ana breeze
While you’re cruisin’ on the 10, from sand to sand
Some represent with the ‘W’ on their hand
Often I say “dude”, I’m talking to my man
Grab the tan in the laid back land
There’s nine million stories and every game ran
And we’re living in the lifestyle
Living with the rich and famous and the poor and aimless
Living where life’s wild
Doing the same old same and we do it again
Shielded by the spirit of debt
1-5’er, 1-9’er, ’71 is when the mission begun in Irvine
I’ve been all around but I really love the Cali sunshine
See, it’s a very small world 
No place like it in the world 
Hustlers and fly girls trying to get some
Welcome to the place where the sun submerge
The sky’s not the only place where stars emerge
On dreams we purge, to kill our urge
Aspirations embedded like handprints at the Chinese
Convertible down, warm Santa Ana breeze
While you’re cruisin’ on the 10, from sand to sand
Some represent with the ‘W’ on their hand
Often I say “dude”, I’m talking to my man
Grab the tan in the laid back land
There’s nine million stories and every game ran
Like this... 
Like this... 
Like this... 
Like this... 
Yo, I'm Audi, G
No doubts manufactured
No, uh, copies, we can't, uh, do copies 
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it is, huh?
What you talkin' about, man?
What you talkin' about nigga?
What you know about the problems of L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems of the people in L.A
See, the brothers needs some type of education
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uh, community
'Cause the mute-co, duh, the community grows like seeds
And the seeds will not fall from the tree if you don't water the grass
So nigga get off your rusty black ass
Like this 
Na-na-na-na-na, like this 
You can get with this , or you can get with that 
I think you get with this because Fatlip's fat
Fat, fat, Fat, Fat, FAT, FAT
Uh, okay, um, okay, uh, keep going, keep going, keep going
Keep it going, hey, Romye, Romye
Come here, come here, come here, come here, come here
Come here, come here 
Come here for a second
Ayy, Rahsaan, Rahsaan, Imani, Imani, I think you—
Oh, oh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh
Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbing up?
My hand has been extended ever since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew ya, but I didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid, 'cause ya thought you captured Cupid
And you found that love ain't two bits of shit
So I resign and quit
It ain't even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or
Even the pussy whip, Elizabeth, this is it
Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I'd charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me
The kid is going crazy, they stepping with my lady
They're working on a baby, I'm pushing up the daisies, but
Hey diddle diddle, I won't play second fiddle
To no man and stand firm on this
And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltar, miss
No, I won't diss, I'm just like off to other fish in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
You know there's other fish that's in the sea
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby; in the sea, baby
In the sea, baby; in the sea, baby
Let's go fishing 
Take me fishing 
 
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by 
She keeps on passin' me by
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She keeps on passin' me by
Ay, two of ‘em, fool
He got two samples to clear
Yeah, it’s two more to clear
Alright…what is it?
First one, Imani
Muthafucka, say what!
And shut your bitch ass up!
Alright—say, “muthafucka, say what!”
Muthafucka , say what!
And shut your bitch ass up!
Shut your bitch ass up!
He gotta do that shit again
Shut your bitch ass up
Action!
He don’t know nothin’ about that, man
What do you mean, I let him watch
Ah, that’s bad
I let my son watch me serve it up, so he’ll know how it’s really done
You gon’ scare him off from wanting to have sex
Ay, do you let him get some, Suave…?
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
'Til I die-ie-ie-ie, ie-ie, ie-ie, ie
Premro full of that dro
Leave the club full of Rose' Mo
Your girlfriend wanna ride with me
In a car with a pimp, where she supposed to be
You ain't met no dude spit it cold as me
The bag of kush cost 650
Have a nigga who smoke Reggie Miller
Coughing and choking constantly
Taste like fruit when you hit it
Gotta have bread to get it
Smoke all night, sleep all day
That's the epitome of the American way
Roll that shit, light that shit, hit that shit, hold that shit
Blow that shit out slow, then pass it to me bro
MJ finna sprinkle in some of that
Super incredible, have a nigga running back
Where that nigga with the hood sticky number at?
Cutting up a cigarillo like a lumber jack
In the morning, when I need this
And breath again a whole lot of weed
But I'm needing somebody to give me what I need
When I want nothing less then the best of the trees
DJ Paul and Juicy J, 8Ball and MJG
And Young Buck, we don't give a fuck
We must represent this Tennessee
We drink a whole lot of Hennessy
Nigga got a lil' hair on his chest
Do me like Bill Clinton girl, take it out your mouth
We'll shoot it right down on your dress
Fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y
Tell me, Three 6
Who's that bumpin that music?
Hypnotizing Koop I tell you who
I'm bout to lose it
Could it be that laid night-groove type
Jazz inside thy body
Always kinda lonely
Someone want me, hold me
I said, come near, come near
Come here the Koopsta cryin' tears
I can't think positive when no-one cares of how I feel
Realize my mind so tight that I ain't even try 'ta fight
I cannot lie, though I can ride high, late night
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships 
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip 
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with 
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip 
I'm not the type to get involved in long relationships 
Takin' trips and buyin' gifts, I'm sorry I'm not on that tip 
If you want romance, you should just stick who you already with 
If you in that mood, you can just hit me on that late night tip 
Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
Every since I could remember I been working these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand
She's just another ho that I met in the hood
I told her I was Crunchy Black and it was all good
She might as well go on head and suck on my wood
And let me whisper something in her ear if I could
I got some hoes out there bringin ya boy back some good
That ghetty green you know what I mean that bitch is understood
Ain't havin to shout at no motherfuckin slut
You know I'm actin bitch make cut a fuckin rug
You better get out there and get my money in the woods
I'mma hit cha in ya head and leave ya ass with a plug
You know I gotta have, gotta get my money what
These hoes out here be fucking for a muthafucking dub
FREAK BITCH!
Now every since I could remember I been poppin' my collar
Poppin', poppin' my collar, poppin', poppin' my collar
Every since I could remember I been working these hoes
And they better put my money in my hand
Man these hoes think we prove things, leave a big head
They come hoping every night, they don't end up being dead
Wait
I got a snow bunny, and a black girl too
You pay the right price and they'll both do you
That's the way the game goes, gotta keep it strictly pimping
Gotta keep my hustle tight, making change off these women, yeah
You know it's hard out here for a pimp
When he tryin' to get this money for the rent
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin' shit
You know it's hard out here for a pimp
When he tryin' to get this money for the rent
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin' shit
Is it the Marijuana that got my mind clickin'?
Could it be Erk and Jerk that got me straight trippin'?
Dippin' through the breeze, you so clean, Paul you so mean
A nigga drunk as hell, liqour flowin' through my bloodstream
Flaggin' down hoes on the road, roll to the cut
Honeycomb hideout
Where them niggas be smoked out on them blunts
Malachi, you so high, let me hit that grapefruit gin
Jumped back in that pearl thang, doin' about 110
Grin on my face, cause I know I'm 'bout to make it rich
Triple 6 Mafia '95, yeah we runnin' shit
Niggas know the score, I'm ten toes on these funky hoes
Everytime you see the Chevy ridin' it be full of smoke
Ah, yeah, nigga, ridin' in the Chevy for the 95
Three 6 Mafia in this ho
Don't forget to look out for the tape, though, you know what I'm sayin'
We in this motherfucker bitch, for the 95
You niggas can't fuck with us, bitch
Ri-ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the ink mane
Ri-ridin in the chevy as we also smoke the ink mane
Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
Ri-ridin' in the Chevy as we also smoke the ink, mane
First, I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of the Holy Ghost
The Devil's already in me, so I ain't gotta go too far to look
You fucked off with the wrong click
So your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside, I put my hand to this plastic 9
Burnin' from the aim, my Glock knows more every blink of the eye
But before it's all over, you'll have two Lugers in your weak thighs
Fall on to your knees, now it's time for you to 'fess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Bitch
Nigga, live by yo rep but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
Nigga, live by yo rep but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
Nigga, live by yo rep but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
Nigga, live by yo rep but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
]
See we can't tolerate no nigga that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy, don't break
You can Wish, but you can't escape 
Because we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next
Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia
Breakin motherfuckin bones like it ain't shit
For the nine-nickle, beeyaaaaaatch!
Yeah
Triple Six Mafia for the '95 Memphis, nigga
Hooooooe!
Jumpin' out of the house
Fresh black Jordans on my feet
I'm trippin' out off of some rumors
Some bustas said I got killed last week
But the devils don't die, just get high
Fool you don't even not hear me though
And if it's true
Then that's the resurrection of the Three 6 Mafia h-izz-oe
Let me break it down for the rumor stars:
Who forced this untrue lisp to go 'round
Sendin' clowns with gun down Jakers live not in the M-Town, check
But there's some playa hata goin' home so I got a kinda life stay striz Bout
Another fresh paint job and the Chevy thang
Artey Bose but I'm still goin' to miss out
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit (
Talkin' that shit
)
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you–I hold your head down and I fuck you like a convict, bitch (
Talkin' that shit
)
Talkin' that shit
This for all you, this for all you
This for all you, this for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit
Talkin' that shi–
Talkin' that shi–
Talkin' that shi–
Now tell me something has emerged
We ... against legions of demons
Koopsta Knicca finna rip 'em in plenty dread
Buck 'em dead with my Smith & Wesson
Bitch you living now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Reap his legs, cut him down, bitch we massive in this town
Niggas 'bout to break ya somethin' off of in the house of torture
Steppin' up to that Koopsta bitch - da wicked witch of horror
Horror, da chambers, the daemons that came up
To feed on your soul for we live on yo anger now ya life's in danger
Evil...
Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin' da Scarecrow will butcher and tearin' up niggas with double
the
lyrical dopeness
They go the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy
When you walk through the wilderness be very quiet, Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the booby traps mane cause the Scarecrow is out there only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout these mean streets
And so therefore nigga you don't wanna come deal with the mafia, we'll drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity with the style that's mystic
Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath
Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
Beware, the Juice'll leave you funky hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 devils
Whoever step up to this click, then ya doomed
Cruel with my harpoon, straight through yo heart, fool
Soon I'll have you in a trance, swearin', hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance
See Im a cold hearted killa like murderer Al Capone
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones
A Glock 19-95 will cause a earlier death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so fool watch ya step
We all about makin' that cheese, we gotta stay straight mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked out for some tax evasion
Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass Tec 9'll make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By da one in da chamber of da Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back
My dogs across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshipper or thug would be my profile, read my file
I been a mean child for a while within the Mystic Stylez
[Outro: DJ Paul, Juicy J,
Playa Fly
, , , (
Koopsta Knicca
),
Lord Infamous
]
Aww yea it's like this for da '95
Just like last year
You can't fuck wit us...
Beeeooooooooooootch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head laughing}
Yeah Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out
Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
Straight from Funkytown ho
(Gangsta Boo in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out ho)
*laughing*
(This LaChat up in this muthafucka tellin all these hoes
"Take they Ana to tha floo", I'm out)
(
Shit, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't
)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka
Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho
Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this muthafucka
Tha mystical one nigga
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law, break the law, break the law
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin'-comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
'Cause when you duck, we hit you with the bat
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin'-comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
Comin' up from the back, buckin' niggas down
'Cause when you duck, we hit you with the bat
[Outro:
Juicy J
]
Break the law, (
South side
), break the law, (
North side
)
Break the law, (
West side
), break the law, (
East side
)
Break the law, (
South side
), break the law, (
North side
)
Break the law, (
West side
), break the law, (
East side
)
Break the law, (
South side
), break the law, (
North side
)
Break the law, (
West side
), break the law, (
East side
)
Break the law, (
South side
), break the law, (
North side
)
Break the law, (
West side
), break the law, (
East side
)
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Get buck, mothafucka, get buck
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P
Half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some blow
Half on a s—, half-half on a sack of some—
Bring that dro and plenty P
Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
Buckshots to the brain, Triple 6 style mane
This antibiotic’s for any nigga sick about my six double-six
An automatic wizzig splizzit
We motherfucking
thick
, my niggas in Fowler Homes down
S.P.V., Cleaborn Homes, Watkins & Brown, Queensmound
Trigg & Lauderdale, Lakeview G’s, and them Texas Court G’s
The riverside G.A.N.G.S.T.A
Niggas down with the Triple Six Mafia
Let's ride, smoked out, loced out with a fat .45 on the seat
'Bout to make a sucka nigga eat the barrel when I stick it in his mouth
Give me cheese, say your ABC's
Kind of hard to do when my pistol's in your grill
Mouth full of gold teeth, smile for the kill
I'm telling you sucka ass niggas for the last time
Don't run your mouth
The Triple Six Mafia niggas will blow your ass off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
 bitch I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
 bitch I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
 bitch I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
 bitch I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
 bitch I got a sawed off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
 bitch I got a sawed off
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
See, it's like this: we believe in gettin' what we can out of a bitch
Dope or dick, suck or fuck, cheese or an ass lick
These hoes surprise me none, I know what they capable of doin'
Ya gotta drop to the waist side, 'cause I gotta get some chewin'
This a amateur flick, bitch, but still, ya gotta do your best
I worked yo ass in the past, but never just put you to the test
It's time to roll, I gotta get it at a show
Ya gotta come out ya clothes on stage, freaky bitch, freaky bitch
'Cause you a hoe 
'Cause you's the best that I can get ya
'Cause I really don't wanna be with ya
The first you fucked up, my pimp stizzick is out to get ya
I really don't give a fuck about ya, bitch, you's ain't my mother
You just a mothafucka that like to fuck without the rubber
But I ain't going, trick hoe, so don't give me that pill shit
Nor to plan it, fool, and can't have no kids, shit
Just lay on the bed, so I can catch ya from ya bedside
Ya fuckin' groupie, lights, camera, action, It's a porno movie
It's like that
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Insert it, insert it in her mouth 
The dick is in your mouth
Long and hard, oh my god
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about the south
Triple six, triple six, triple six
Smoked out
Now I'm high really high, mane, I'm about the south
Here we go, all you weak-ass hoes in my face like you my friend
Triple Six dropped in again, time to make ends
Dope game, my game, hoes lame, it's a shame
How that Gangsta Boo is runnin' the click up on you bitches, man
Fat cat, what I be, packin', how you love that
Fuck a platinum plaque, gimme money, where the dollars at
 You're dead in a second for 10 G's
Blackhaven
is where I be on my P's and Q's
Parents please, watch out for your children
This the one that'll lock 'em in the basement
Some of them talkin' so rugged, some corrupted ugly pussa-pussa
Close your fucking mouth, my nigga, Koopsta tryin' to tell ya somethin'
Peter-Peter, pussy eater, one of them fucked by Koopsta Knicca
Lord, I done some sins, cause she married, but I don't know that nigga
Figured he is a killa, so he figures he'll watch us fuckin'
Put them muthafuckin' slugs upside that thug, cuz, oh my
These, the-these, these, these bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first hater step, the first hater get tossed out
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
Cause the first one of y'all step, the first one I'm a toss out
These bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches, these bitches
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
These bitches ain't runnin' , shit but y'all mouth
[Hook: Juicy J,
DJ Paul
]
With my crew, we just ride
Ridin' through the hood, with my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew, we just ride
Ridin' through the hood, with my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew, we just ride
Ridin' through the hood, with my homies gettin' smoked out
In the summer
With my crew, we just ride
(
That's how we do it
)
So that's how it is, the Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95
Straight from the M-Town
The Juice, DJ Paul, Lord Infamous, the Scarecrow
The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black
We out
Therefore all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews
Fuckin' - fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to your ass!
Therefore all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews
Fuckin' - fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to your ass!
Therefore all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews
Fuckin' - fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to your ass!
Therefore all you cliques, and you clans, and you crews
Fuckin' - fuckin' with this clique, and we gon' bring it to your ass!
I'm on a cross, Lucifer please cut me free 
I'll draw your portrait if you pull these nails out of my feet 
My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose
I flipped the land and released the others who sin;
The Scarecrow and the Juice
I look to the sky and all I could say was "Finally it's on again"
No Lord could stop us now 'cause the demons reborn again
My praise, the first power found me so I could never cower
Without a mind for murder
But the Bible couldn't tell ya half about this antichrist
Look into my eyes, tell me what you see
The demonic man about scarecrowism, saints, can you feel me?
I traveled years and years, sinkin' this one day of depression
Stormy weather and church bells ringin' to the election
Of a new follower, follow me into the trees
Watch me rob Adam and watch me rape Eve
In this eve of destruction, bustas will probably wonder
With DJ Paul, the Triple Six clique
And Hell take 'em under
Ahahahaha
Bitch
Now never
CHORUS
Why you playin?
Boy yo' baby need some shoes, boy yo' baby need some clothes
Need to try and pay yo' fees, why you out hurr playin' these hoes?
Ain't no more for me and you, but this what they gotta do
With the seed we have concieved don't you know he's part of you?
I don't wanna hurr yo' mess talk to me bout' givin' checks
Put a judge up in my business what I want is what I get
Shoulda knownd it from the jump all that talk was just a front
Now you payin' for that layin' see yo' ass in court next month
Pay you cheese I'll give you quarters I'll just wait for court to order
Mexico is where you'll find me somewhere round' the fuckin' border
Hangin' with the finest women, walkin' wit' a gansta limpin'
Drinkin' on a case of DP, goody green you know we wit' it
I done hustled worth a job and broke some back there wasn't no stoppin'
You dun did the clubbin' hoppin' and them pills you kept on poppin'
Now I see why you be freakin' now I know why you be geekin'
If you wanna give me reason catch me in that playa season
CHORUS
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
We looking for the bud
Where is the bud
We looking for the bud
Where is the bud
We looking for the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
Where is the bud
DJ Paul, he lookin' for the bud
Me, Lord Infamous I’m lookin' for the bud
The fuckin' Juice manne, he lookin' for the bud
My nigga named Koop he lookin' for the bud
Gangsta Boo, she lookin' for the bud
DJ Jus Borne he lookin' for the bud
My nigga Crunchy Black he lookin' for the bud
Triple 6 Mafia we lookin' for the bud
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
All these playa hatas in the club got us fucked up
Yes, I'm the nigga with them two 9's ready to blast
When I pull 'em out, you muthafuckas better haul ass
Paul thowin' chairs in tha air, Koopsta loccin' up
Fly takin' cash from yo ass - Mr. Stick Em Up
Fuck da damn security, fuck a muthafuckin' cop
If they kick me out da club, I'll buck 'em in tha parkin' lot
Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch in the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money, then I spit on da punk
Now I'm crunk, breakin' bottles up against da fuckin' wall
Shootin' tones at them fools till them jealous bustas fall
For these niggas testin' pimpin': we gon' bury all you hoes
Slicin' bitches right in half, stompin' 'em straight through tha floor
Niggas talkin' plenty shit, but they ain't buck enough
We gon' get some dynamite and blow this muthafucka up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up
Yeah
Somebody gon' get they ass kicked
Somebody gon' get their wig split
Somebody gon' get they ass kicked
Somebody gon' get their wig split
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Straight from the North bitch, ridge grove is my stomping ground
You niggas don't make a move, you bitches don't make a sound
Sawed-off gangsta' and nigga Glock back in for the 94'
Tellin' all you punk bustas man, bring that shit to the door
I'm able, unfadable no nigga' can fuck with this
You talk all that bullshit to yo' mouth goes my fuckin' fist
I'm jackin' 5000 bitch so go home and get yo' gat
You better take cover ho cause this shit is on like that
Squeezin' my fuckin' trigger blastin' to take yo' life
Your niggas done got all down so you have to pay the price
Jumped in the fuckin' ride loced up like from head to toe
I pulled out a sack of ink rolled up as we start to blow
My gat is tight in my hand it's too late to break and run
My bullets ejected bitch got shot down by teflons
On a spree, killin' see, welcome to the evil side
It's too late to run bitch, victim of a drive by
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Lick my nuts, lick my nuts, suck my butt, suck my butt
Lick my nuts, lick my nuts, suck my butt, suck my butt
Lick my nuts, lick my nuts, suck my butt, suck my butt
Lick my nuts, lick my, lick my nuts, lick my, lick my nuts
They call me Lord Infamous the mothafuckin' Scarecrow
This one is for all you bitches dropping off them pantie hoes
Jocky-ass hoes be sticking close up on a niggas balls
Sucking on the niggidy nuts just like a mothafuckin' halls, y'all
Mentho-lyptus, bitches can't get with this
Immaculate pro pimping get the fuck up out them draws trick
Because the Lord Infamous wanna keep all
Of these bitches who working that corner
These chicks that be wishing to fuck with this pimp
And they tripping eventually run up a gonna
My game is stronger, keeping sluts on corners
When I see a fine-ass thick joint I get up on her
I know these bitches going diss these bitches blowing
A nigga always scoring 'em, never paying 'em, never owing
Scarecrow won't give a materialistic ho a penny
Fuck that bitch she get this mixed up nigga
I'm keeping her penny
Because these tramps will give up the guts
My nigga no matter what
Shut the talk up slut, don't want to fuck, just lick a niggas nuts
Tell me something bitch, why do hoes like you be fronting with the drawls
Knowing that you want a nigga to go up in them pussy walls
Playing that funny roll, knowing ya lacking on intelligence?
Go and do a nigga up bitch I won't tell your friends
I thought it was this ho it's just, you silly little fucking wench
When I let ya ass up little slut, then your ass could think why do it?
I ain't like that, bitch don't give me that shit
Too late now trick already got the dick
You on trial ho welcome to the pimps court
Niggas like me fuck hoes like you for sport
Adore a tramp, hey bitch, no way
Sluts like you come along every day
You want to be down with the Scarecrow better learn the rules
Starts off bitches to me mane they damn fools
You gotta do it whenever and no matter what
Shut ya legs lil slut, don't want ya guts, just lick a niggas nuts
Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian-Arabic-Iraqie-Iranian-South American-Cuban-Guerilla-Colombian-Muslim, a subgroup maniac
Comin' to rip your damn head off your neck, put your heart in a bag, then I sprinkle yo ash
Headin' straight to tha headquarter, chief on the blunt of the Indica down in my stash
I reside in the insane asylum, the bodies I pile 'em on Infamous Island
Where there is no smilin', the niggas buck-wildin', the weapons are silenced
There's nothing but violence!
Military barbarian, buck 'em and bury 'em
Fuck with the scarier insanitarium, pallbearer carry 'em
There's no merry love, only murder blood
Then I take something worse out of all of these hollow points burst and disperse
Going "boom", blastin' bone through the back of your shirt, you be burnt up and buried in dirt, that'll work
The Scarecrow be smokin' these niggas with shit they can't get with, these bitches they'll never compare
I'm comin' from the land of Triple 6, niggas still sufferin' every day man, I swear
I see them fuckin' pray so low they better lay
It happens everyday, don't make me grab the gauge
Dangerously I play, I blast out your rib cage
And put ya body in the back of the grey Chevrolet
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Grab my gauge, I'm in a rage
Ride up on the strip and put some niggas in the front page
Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is like lit up like much of the herb
The Indo's is creating illusions, my thoughts are confusing, my vision is blurred
The aroma of the marijuana, the blackest of smoke changing into black clouds
Deep down in the dungeons my darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused
Your soul is horrified, flames falling from the sky
The Three 6 anti-christ, bloody seven seas
The blackness in my eyes, I hear an angel cry
Now I lay down to die, come burn with me
In Scarecrow’s past life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood, flesh and guts
Now I'm back and I'm more murderous and I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous
The Scarecrow could never come deep wit' that flow if I wasn’t so full of that dope – you know
Triple 6 blowin' that weed and we keepin' the seed and the stem
Roll a bag in a slim
When the lights are real dim then we grab the weed pipe and the bong and we take all that smoke to our lungs
A nigga got love for the bud and I'm smokin' it up until I'm feelin' numb
When I'm getting rushed by the shotgun and I'm smokin' like it until da break of dawn
Seriously circulating while I’m devastating the souls with my sinister wand
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
Jump into the chevy hit the dashboard, get the mask
But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well
The devil control me to a sweet robbery
I be smokin' on motherfuckin weed and chiefin'
Y'all hear me sayin' Satanic prayers over dead bodies
This ganja got me crazy, this haze has got me doomed
Got to blaze a blunt into me, folk, just step into the chiefin' room
From the city with the chicken, chief the chicken, roll the chicken
Smoking got the chicken out there dirty with a lot of sticky
Hear me this sayin': I think I blowed a pound
Now I see me a little silhouetto of a man
Yeah that mothafucking green
Yeah that mothafucking green
Yeah that mothafucking green
Yeah that got damn dope
Theres no Christ in my life
Theres no game that I would play
Some people say that if u play a game
Then man you get em played
Back on you
I thought u knew
You shouldn't have neva dissed this click
The 3 6 Mafia
We popin
Slugs
That got u bitches sick
I've neva be brothin
Koopsta stands out from the niggas
Who thinkin they hard
I flow up to star
Bust in like you da boss
Kaze got my back
Now watch how quickly I react wit that
Boom boom boom
Nigga
Rat-tat-tat-tat
Juicy,Paul,and Scarecrow
Are rollin in that bucket low
And they causin some static
So they reached and grabbed them 44s
Fuckin wit my nigga Black
Hes stackin
Plus his pimpin
Got real on da peal
Hoes gonna feel me
Shut the fuck up bitch
Its Infamous
Youre ass betta not scream
Dont make me hafta wipe
Urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets
I'm gonna burn u
Watch u burning
Like my bad dreams
Give you to da beast in the pit of hades
Thunder rolls
Stormy black clouds
I stole the 7th seal
Then the angel cried
Thats Scarecrow
I love u
I wanna bang with u forever
But u too evil though
We gonna give u to the devil
Whats up do u wanna come against me
Do u wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p
Devils daughter comin out
Nigga betta watch out
Because you got the queen of sins
Nigga I'm gonna turn it out
Comin to u mean
Because its in me to fuck u up
Listen here dude
Its a ride
So just buckle up
Smokin on a fuckin blunts
Till my minds about to blow
Motherfuck the universe
Because we brought u da end, ho
First I want to grab a nigga by his neck
Drag em to my fuckin set
Take the nigga blow
And his cheese
And them cigarettes
Put my gun up to his nose
Tie em up form head to toe
Take the bitch to EverGreen
Throw em in da bayou
Call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat yall know what to do
Creep through the streets
With them thangs
Blast on any fool
Triple 6 killas
In this motherfucker runnin shit
If u wanna playa hate the click
Then you done with
Gotta keep my head up
No need for me to stop it
Get stuck
So ruck wit luck
As to rollin
Because Gansta Blac can't get fucked
Look fool we creepin on Ken
From Martin Luther and we wit me
Ain't nuttin but Prophet and thugs
And S-P-Vs all up in me
Rimie sippin
While trippin
While rippin coners wit Juice
Women rippin
While dippin
And ain't no stoppin this dude
So if yo bank ain't on swoll
Ain't no stoppin the Prophet
Thats who was straight for the eight
And look who in it and out it
Nigga
Look in da eyes of a mad man
Shoot em in the head man
Level on dat coco
Playa stata calla
Da balla
Killa Man
Fill the man with slugs
When I'm full of drugs
Trust I'm on ya fool
Drug and a fuck em up
Can't stand
In the first round fool
Down and what u learned to do
But you ain't got the right tools
Clowin on ure new C.D
Now ho tell me what that proved
I ain't seen shit new
Check ya bunch of bodies out of film
Ho
The Prophet Posse let ya live
We'll kill ya next year
Chorusx4
Kill him
And robbed him
And beat him
And dumped all his body parts into my trunk
WHOOP
WHOOP
All the niggas that was in da shit
Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks on dick
Does it real good
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker 
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker 
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Why you smilin in my face
Why you talks behind my back
Hittin you up hittin you down when I start to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right clique
Now I'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking Optimos on you hoes boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
Cause I'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breath
G my celle sweat in 'em Reeboks
But look at the I sport not
Not even my pops out on the block
Won't front me state socks
See I callin' up them niggas operator tellin me they
Were stressed with you up on that house that i'm hell
Looking out there
See you tellin always tails who freezy's always mails
Mane, mane don't listen 
Tellin' me
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker 
Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker 
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
In da game 
Dope game, dope-dope game cocaine
Trapped in da game 
Dope game dope-dope game cocaine
In da game 
Dope game, dope game, dope game, dope game
Dope, dope game, dope game, dope game
Trapped in da game
Dope, dope game, dope game, dope game, dope
In da game
Trapped in da game
In da game
Trapped in da game
Aw yeah, we in this mothafucka
Y'all know what time it is
My nigga  on bass
Archie Love on the engineering, boys
You know what I'm sayin'
We doin' shit for all my little niggas in the game
Lil Nick, Big Dre, my brother Phil did a drive by on the game
Lil Darius, Shawn Baby, Big W, Brian Jay, Lil Toby, Lil Rico
You know what I'm sayin', Memphis in this mothafucka, biaaaaatch
Suck a nigga dick
Suck a nigga dick
Suck a nigga dick, take a lick bitch
Some silly slut bitches be itchin to this, cuz my nigga snitched
All of the fellas be numb when they lick-ity lickin up under the dick-ity dick
And you mad ho, cuz we told, let your tounge up booty hole
Suckin on the niggity-nuts, gettin that pimp stick their butt
Them Kim and them Kiki freaks, love to taste the dick meat
Nasty trashy hoes that got that nut piss on their cheeks
Don't forget one named Kim the other Kiki
Triflin ass sluts that love to taste the pee pee
I heard that the hoes had start smokin coke
Garglin on the sperm like some motherfuckin
Scope
Flirty, dirty, hoes that slurp thee, dick
Kim and Kiki pullin in the nut, they don't spit
Goddamn them some filthy ass tricks
The hoes too ugly for a fuckin description
But they always keep a goddamn penicilin prescription
Them hoes greedy with the dick, they don't take turns
The hoes got third degree knee carpet burns
You wanna know, Lord Infamous said so ho
The buck-est on the motherfuckin scene about to cum real mean on some dick suckers
You fucked with the wrong team, of niggas
And now I gotta tell what you do, what you do
Kim do you remember when you fuck two of my niggas, my niggas
Were lookin for a booty eatin ho you little nasty ass tricks
Take it slow 
These bitches I hope you ride but these nuts you gotta bust it
DJ Paul, sat on the wall
Once again bout to get his dick suck by the bitch named...
So once again it's on tonight
We hooked up with two dick suckers known to chew a nigga right
And ain't no stoppin it when you go to get the chewin free
Pistol on it where it should be,but you gotta know that Kiki
She don't give a fuck about the lil money spot
All she wanna do is take the dick in mouth bout nine o'clock
She ain't shit, but I just love the bitch
The only thing on her mind is layin her tongue on the dick
And that trick Kim is so motherfuckin shot
She will suck my dick coughin up blood, nut and snot
I seen the ho sip piss out the toilet
Spit it in a pot, turn the high on and boil it
Some bitches be suckin that dick and be thinkin the niggas are gonna chew them too
But not these lil hoes, these hoes don't want the chewin, they just wanna chew you
Stab it in her mouth, stab it in her mouth
Rub your fingers through her car, now these hoes won't stop until you drop
That's how I did 'em, I promised I wouldn't snitch this
Crystal's-working-in-Whitehaven and Haven View bit-ches
Now, let me give you something to think about
When I ride bitches I'm plannin to take you out
I got my three-eighty on her lap around her pussy
You gon be capped and left, lying on a bloody sheet bitch
Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto
Mothers crying because their babies are dying in the ghetto
One time - some are straight, some from the tek
Ohh, in the ghetto yeah
Yeah, best believe it, Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95
With the all new "
GimiSum Family
"
Bring it to your door, fool, 'til it just don't pay no mo'
We out
Should I let a nigga live?
Should I let a nigga die?
I should watch a nigga cry
While I sing dem lullaby
As da tears hit the floor
Dealin' shit, how not a roar?
Crunchy Black is not a whore
And Raven Red and heavens door
As I soar through yo life
You be beggin' for some Christ
Ain't no mutha fuckin' Christ
All I wanna see is die
You sleep at night we comin' thru yo mothafuckin' window pane
Make sure at night you shut it tight so the killer won't split ya brain
Don't make a move in ya room, you better believe it's a big surprise
Nuttin but them two like a Glock or a set infrared between ya eyes
Tie that bitch up
With the gray tape, rest of the body wrap it up with a belt
Chop, chop, chop
Cut the dead body up til ya know there's nothing left
Please stay sleep!
 2x
Sleep baby sleep, Three 6 is on the creep
Beware of this Klan, Prophet is just too deep
Sleep baby sleep
I saw my dog with the center circles so I 
They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I 
I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I 
See me choke the hell up out my broad when I 
When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze
Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean
Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
I used to be clean in my Expedition
A girl see me and she'll be wishin'
That I'd stop and spit some pimpin'
It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention
She got hot like in the kitchen
You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten
Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin'
It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
I'm rolin'
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
They don't stop
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners
I'm rolin'
One cold winter of many tales
Trails of blood left in frozen snow
A family slaughtered by a loved one, forgive scarecrow
I turned against God and everything that I cared for most
Police arrived, candle light, butcher knives, bloody bedposts
Found staked on the floor soaked in evidence of the root of violence
Only a teen, sent to spend my final life in an insane asylum
So a few years have passed—I'm an adult, I feel better now
But no matter, I tell them that I know they'll never let me out
I rot in this dread, my only world's the one in my head
I hate psychotherapists,
I walk amongst walking dead
Everyday, yes, every single day, peepin' ways to escape
I gotta find a way out this place, it's a must, got to find a way
I'm pullin' hair up out my freakin' head, yo
They tranquilize a nigga put his ass in a choke
I wanna go psycho and kill these muthafuckin' folks
But in a padded room I know I'll never get up out this hole
I'm pacin' back and forth across this room, I gotta think of somethin', man I got to make a move
The day I killed my fuckin' family, in a week or two, I got to get up back out there, I wanna do it again fool
Gettin' cool with the old ass maintenance man
I told him "If you help me out I'd put a lotta papes in your hand
I stashed a lotta dough in dirt before a nigga left it
If you help me out when I get out I'll give you half on that deal"
The old man with it, he grinnin', dat's straight
Look here, gramps, meet me at my door for the plan round 'bout eight
Check it, pops, you got to get a shovel and a pine box
Put me in the ground and dig me out once they talk to the cops
I'm gonna need a slight overdose of some motherfuckin' sleepin' pills
So while I'm waitin' in the dirt I won't breathe up the air in here
Sneak in the office, get the keys off of Dr. Malique
And while you doin' that I'll take the pills so I fall asleep
I started feelin' my awareness fadin' away
I could slightly hear all the dirt gettin' tossed onto the pine crate
I awoke and in my square waiting to be freed
But from the light I seen
Someone killed the maintenance man and threw him in with me
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
I'm scared, is anyone out there?
Damn, I'm scared is anyone out there?
My cars inside peanut butter outside jelly
Flickin' twenty-sixes drankin' drankin' on my celly
We takin' real orders, talkin' codes on that telly
We choppin' up that dope like a butcher in a deli
You know that purple kush leave yo clothes all smelly
But if you slangin' pound then ya pockets should be swelly
I'm ballin' till I'm fallin' just like the movie Belly
I'm always stayin' strapped for you niggas that be petty
Tote a nine, nine, nine on the grind, grind, grind
I shine, shine, shine jewelry blind, blind, blind
The time, time, time yes it's prime, prime, prime
I'm takin over traps cause its mine, mine, mine nigga
In my fuckin' head I vision bloody red
As I chopped off his fuckin' head, left him dead for them bitches
A psycho at large, dumb bitch, don't step to this bomber squad
I'm harder, I go and I rip you apart like a prey once the predator
No need for them paramedics
, see wait for the Koopsta scared 'em
Sc-scared a bitch and left 'em sittin' in hectic
Now wait for that Armageddon, bitch
[Hook: Juicy J,
Crunchy Black
]
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
Psycho in da, psycho in da
Psycho in da cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
Psycho in da, psycho in da, psycho in da, psycho in da
Psycho in da cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
Psycho in da, psycho in da
Psycho in da cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
Psycho in da, psycho in da, psycho in da, psycho in da
Psycho in da cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I know he's bailed
I hooked up with a few down niggas from the M-Town
Then we started robbin' outta town, makin' 'em lay it down
Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge to they fuckin' back
Stickin' up liquor stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacks
Snatchin' old ladies purse, knockin' niggas to the dirt
My nine gon' make yo body hurt
I'll put your body in a hearse
Call me a playa hater, traitor, what you want, bitch
Strapped wit them thangs on your ass, hear them guns click
Inside job, strictly robbin', so you better beware
Of the nigga with a gat and mask, raise 'em in the air
Now life was up and down for the Killaman as a youngster
Stickin' these tricks up daily,  you trippin', I'm still a hustler
Cuttin' class, don't make my snaps behind the barrel shootin' craps
I hit it up in a honeycomb and smoke a fuckin pamper house
Hollerin' at my brother Phil D., I gotta get straight
No thang, mane, he got me straight
That thang fool be boomin' weight
Hoppin' on my scooter with my ski mask and my Deuce Duece
All blue joggin' suit, tube socks, and Coogi troop
But now I'm getting older, comin' clean is what I'm hopin'
And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm scopin' bitch
This is the touch...
Do you remember me from smoking good weed
Break it down roll it up give me indonese
Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds
Or you remember me from putting you on this Laden weed
Get yo funds together and come go and see
I'm gone take you on the strip where Bin Laden be
This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see
Have you choking, falling out with your family
I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue with the head
Kind that have a young nigga sprung out in the bed
Kind that make a motherfucker toes curl to his legs
And that tell any motherfucker just what she did
Play-a, can you dig, as she'll stroke the esophagus
She can beat the stick or big ass hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss plus her mouth open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cat and I'm in the benz
See I'm a pimp playa, hoes, lay her money make a bitch break her
First take her find me a good worker like a navigator
Drop the slut on a corner with nothing but baby wipes
Keep that pussy clean and I'mma see you later on tonight
First I went and got the ho, then I started to work the ho
Off the whammi got a grammy just the way she brought me though
Then she went and bought some more
All I want a block a yo
Keep your boy dro, blood, and some drank waitin' at the door
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you better have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap the Ho
Gator Boots and the suits is the clothes
Like a pimp
Keep the money not folded in a roll
Like a pimp
When I see you bitch you better have my dough
Like a pimp
Reach Back
Like a pimp
Slap the Ho
Reach back...
Reach back...
Reach back...
Reach back...
Reach back...
Like a pimp
Slap the ho
Reach back...
Reach back...
Reach back...
Reach back...
Reach back...
Like a pimp
Slap the ho
It was a long night when I was locked down in
201
Back Against Da Wall, smokin' a square, cuz it ain't no fun
Watchin' niggas fight over phone calls, gettin' buck
Knowin' when they get they life sentence, mane, they ass stuck
Niggas always nervous cuz they servin' bustas with them swords
For tha real killaz, GD's, Crips and Vice Lords
Lower level ain't a joke, a nigga got his neck broke
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap
But I wasn't goin', 'cause a nigga like me kept a shank
If a fool stepped to me, his face'll be in tha paint
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart, it'll be a fight
In 201, locked down, it was a long-ass night
We crawl up the Devil's Basement
I walked down tha hallway where tha walls are lined with candlelights
Sacrificin' doom when you enter tha Triple 6 gun room
Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate
For ruthlessness, I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper, Grim Reaper and a Glock 19
Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16
Buck called up Koopsta, told him to get tha shovel ready for burial of the bodies
Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope
Inhaling on a blunt of Cambodian red dope
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in
Mothafuckin' Triple 6 assassins
If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air, throw yo setts in da air
Cause we some killa ass niggas
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
Cause we some killa ass niggas
And we don't give a fuck
We come to break the fuckin laws
And tear the fuckin club up
When the biblical stories were written they left out the one they call Lord Infamous
Because the horror he possessed was one of a magnificence
He was set to be Lucifers only mortal kin
And he was sent to lead the world into unholy acts of sin
The architect of hell and inventor of the six
Interior decorator of chambers of eternal punishment
I'm the one that lit the furnace to the flame that burns forever
Supervisor of the torture, Lord have mercy? Not me, never
I'm clever with corruption of the Seven Seas and continents
Demonic shit, the blunt is lit, abolishment, astonishin'
Watch the world - I crumble it, watch heaven - I rumble it
God kicked Scarecrow out of heaven for he did the Devil bitch
Holdin' angels hostage in the basement of Hell's Chapel
The only nigga to ever set heaven up for a fucking gaffle
The Devil fever flowin' through the fire hemisphere
Evil niggas throw yo sets in da air, if you dare
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Throw yo setts in da air
Ah yeah, 3-6 Mafia runnin this, ho. Playa hatin just don't hear me
Though. Nigga got a muthafuckin problem with the clan, step back into
This muthafuckin devil click if you can, nigga. Prophet Entertainment
Runnin this shit for the 9-5, to the 9 triple 6. It's like this, Joe
Fuck you local ass bustas cause we got bigger blunts to smoke. On that
Nationwide example, muthafuckas
Yeah I'mma fly till I die, gettin' high as the sky
Puffin' on live while ridin' in my ride
Keep a white cup full of you know what
That purple stuff on my side while I drive
Back and forth on that I-45
Grippin' grain while I'm tippin' man
Candy blue slab drippin' man
Got the trunk on bang when I'm changin' lanes
Ain't shit changed now there ain't no thing
Still claim the same it's that blueboy gang
The northside is where the boss rides
That's where I hang, hold up man
I'm reppin' Tex when I'm wreckin' decks
Make you move your necks and go get the checks
Memphis, Tenn throw up your sets
And let them boys know we don't bar no plex
 
Project is blessed, I couldn't be stressed
That's why I'm spittin' these verses
I'm free as the wiz-ind, fresh out the piz-en
Man these boys is hurtin'
Them persons verses never come lastin' cause I stack the cashes
Slow like molasses, ain't no crashes cause I kept my glasses
On top of the giz-ame, duckin you liz-ames, I ain't goin' backwards
I clickity click, blow off of the richt-o
Y'all haters ain't no factors
My platinum jewelry is my toolery
Dog I'm rappin' rightly
I'm fly as ever man I'm shinin'
Hypnotizin' Minds
and
I gotta stay fly-i-i-i-i-i-i-i
Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy for them papers
Get the fuck away from me ho
Because the crew can't stand them vapors
Take her, break her, to whip that funky bitch
Talkin' that shit about this
Man you'll get 10 slugs up in your arm pits
Yeah we can do it take your time and do it right
You can gimme the fuckin' chewin', I can fuck you all night
Wanna fight about your friends
See how them bitches gon' start
See now that's that type of shit
That get my muh'fuckin' dick hard
Capital Mack-11's, and load 'em full of ammunition
Terrorist sect's, we pull and lock'em in the Expedition
No set a niggas got guns equivalent to what we pack
Nuclear pistols and fire scorchin' automatic gats
How in the fuck can you handle the, butsa damager
Toss that bitch over the banaster, like trash canisters
Hollow points into your battle troops, when I have to shoot
Plus I'll be storin' the cap for you, and trick be absolute
I woke up early Saturday morning
Suddenly your phone was ringin' off the charger
Thinkin' to myself, man, is it a bitch or cop, or is it them robbers
Got MC Mack of in a scheme, I'm stainin' for my dividends
And pay a livin', neh nigga
Gon' bother my cheese gon' reach the ceilling fan
You can catch my in that president thing, on gizold when you see me
You can joke me, ever rope me, best believe your bleed this evenin'
Fuck the reason, and the treason
Time to get dirty nigga better I'll pop it
You was gaspin' for your life, but all I heard was Killa Klan Kaze
Bitches think we playin', think this killa shit a joke
Don't fuck around with HCP and get you ass smoked, ho
Comin' with some fully auto's, fuck some semi's
Hit 'em with some hollow auto's, cause I desp-iz-ise
Blastin' like some rondo batays, for you mayatez
Koop with double clicks and duct tape, and wicked wizays
And I, perferrin' keepin' busy in my free time
Taught 'em in that buried unknown, they want a reason why
Give you second thoughts about that business, you then finished right
Take you to the vault, cash it in, all night flight
And I'm in a bad mood, cocaine make it that
Plus, I gotta ease on this nine-milly, willy, nigga I slang with that
Bitch, nigga, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
What, what, it's CP nigga
HCP, Hypnotize Camp Posse nigga
Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house, fins'to peel yo
Motherfuckin' skin back, it's they fuckin' steelo
On your fuckin' ass, we can't brag
Cause we comin' up, robbers on my ass
Should I blast cause they runnin' up
Maybe it's my friend, but then them friends will turn too yo
With the sig sauer 9, boy I come to kick doors
I stick those bitches in my trunk and now we back to my hood
The one on the left ain't die yet but he wishin' he would
Wasn't in the mood for this buck shit
But these niggas had to creep and boy they stupid
I sit, I leave these hoes for a permanent sleep
And now we out to the club we gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse, ya'll know we make em' stomp
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
Stomp motherfucker, stomp motherfucker, stomp
Yeah I know what ya mean
I had to stand on my ground
To give them the scene
Just me and my brotha down in the struggle
Then I serve 'em to the fiends
And after dark, deep in the park, them doped up fiends
Would start to light their pipe all through the night
I use to wonder will God
Please help the poor come up on their feet
Cause there was nothing to eat
Didn't want to jack or rob
A brotha had to maintain the streets
Up in the projects wasn't no flodgin'
Cause I was trying to get out who can you trust
I had to be tough, I never ran my mouth
Me and the crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
How can you make it in this world but to try
1991 was the year, 901 was the area code
Three eight double one six
Was the zip code of all the roads we rode
Now let my story be told
A young boy dropping out of school house
But not to learn off in the 10th grade
Try to come up at last like a total outcast
Off all them songs I done made
Boom my undergound tapes up and down the hall
To DJ Paul wasn't no damn thing
But to my dogs Tony and Shysta
Asked me to join a gang "that ain't me manne"
But hanging around them fools
I had to get down and join the click see
Cause I made so many enemies
From clicks up in my city
Now if I told ya what gang it was
Then to you I would seem more than down
But if I told ya what gang I'm in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it's all to the good
Much love to the thugs an my good
And in my set much respect
I wit'cha for life that cha can bet
We lights one up tonight
I'm in it too deep to get on out
They always told me death was the only way out
I'm sitting up all night, I can never rest my head
How will my family take it if I ended up dead?
Crazy off the bud sac
Crazy off the bud sac
Scarecrow, I get so crazy off the bud sac
Crazy off the bud sac
Crazy off the bud sac
Scarecrow, I get so crazy off the bud sac
Crazy off the bud
Crazy off the bud
Crazy off the bud
Crazy off the bud
Crazy off the bud
Crazy off the bud
Crazy off the bud sac
Crazy off the bud sac
I'm in the club I'm posted up
A nigga talk shit so talk up
If you a thug then get buck
Muthafucka it's whatever with me cuzz
I act a fool I act a clown
See I can dance lil buddy I get down
You hear my music you know my style
You hear the way Hypnotize put it down
BITCH!
I thought you knew I was the mane  D-boy off the chain 
Gon walk up to a girl tell a bitch I'm Rick James 
Wit the diamonds in my rang  and gold point fangs 
And you know I'm hood rich means I got a lil change 
Wit my thugs from the North cause I know they got my back
Lookin for some chickens that can work it on the track
I'm just tryna get a mill I ain't tryna be a mack
Posted up in the club wit a pocket full of crack
I'm in the club posted up  got my arms folded
Blunt in my mouth and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side 
Twistin my body from side 2 side
I'm in the club posted up  got my arms folded
Fitted pulled down and these haters I'm scopin I'm just
Twistin my body from side 2 side 
Twistin my body from side 2 side
Back when I was broke didn't nobody wanna fuck wit me
Hangin' with my nigga D-Magic in his property
Cypress Garden niggas with them triggers
Slangin' nothin' but fruit
Making junkies flip into a zone like they on that screw
Those was my idols, Dan and J. said stick to rap
Cause if you die in that shit I'mma get tha gat
Three years passed and I finally got a fuckin' break
Three 6 Mafia - "Mystic Stylez", niggas start to hate
'fore I started makin' cheese, sellin tapes underground
Playas stay down, now they frown when I come around
But I'm maintaining still drankin' hatin' I can't destroy
Every time I ride all I hear is "fuck witcha boy!"
 2X
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho
Draped up and dripped out
Jealous ass bitches, let that steam out ya collar ho!
Wit dem toys yeah we got em
Make the noise when we cock em
Guaranteed to kill and rob em
Stopped em wit the sawed off shotgun
Niggas in the street and flaugin'
On dat dog food and Vodka
So much dope the blood was toxic
And the mind is pure psychotic
We gotta come like we get down and dirty for our figures
We gotta come like we be quick to pull back on some triggers
]
Nine muthafuckin' millimeter, ain't no tradin', hoe
This some real shit, street shit, lettin' suckas know
If yo ass step, go ahead, make me pull the trigger
Fuckin' with me, dawg, you gon' make me catch a charge nigga
Figure out a way with these hollow points, copper tips
Slip, trip, cock back, quick, then I shoot a bitch
Ain't no damn fuckin' around, thirteen rounds at your head
Aim point blank at your face makin' sure you're dead
Headed to my muthafuckin' ride, ditchin' evidence
Mask on, Locs on, headed to my residence
Consequences: they occur when you talkin' smack
Thinkin' you the big man, but you better watch your back
"Rat tat tat tat," with the sound of the Tech-Nine
Take this trick bitch ass nigga tryin' to take mine
Nine to yo' fuckin' dome, bitch!
Nine to your dome ho whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome ho whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome ho whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome ho whatcha gonna do bitch
Nine to your dome whatcha whatcha gonna do bitch
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa, killa, killa
Murderer, murderer, murderer
Killa
Plenty money and dope
A lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope
A lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope
A lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
Plenty money and dope
A lot of fine hoes
A fresh car and crib
That's how I like to live
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
I want it all or nothin'
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, bitch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that hoe money, bitch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, bitch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that hoe money, bitch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, bitch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that hoe money, bitch
Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas like ducks, bitch
Ain't no money comin' quicker than that hoe money, bitch
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Chocolate lolli, cherry lolli
'Nilla lolli, pink lolli
Red hot, red hot, red hot hot
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
All my ladies with a body, put yo' hands in the AIR
You's a good lookin' hottie, put yo' hands in the AIR
Project Pat, lookin' for a model, poppin' that booty, I'ma pop bottles
Your girl's a cutie, know she gargles, don't get mad, I keep them hollows
Shorty hot, watch her rock, let me see that lolli pop
Body rock, don't you stop, I love the way that booty drop
Sideways, front back, up and down I like that
Cherry lolli, chocolate lolli, I wanna see you pop that lolli
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop that body
Chocolate lolli, cherry lolli
'Nilla lolli, pink lolli
Red hot, red hot, red hot hot
Lick that lolli pop, oooooooh
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
Make that lolli pop, oooooooh
Now niggas always talking that fuckin' shit
Sayin' what they do but never doin' it
Talkin' ya ass off? I'm blowin' yo ass off, there's nothin' to it
I got a tech that'll take yo' ass out
And if you don't believe me just try me
I bet your sissy ass get ran up by the Triple 6 Mafia
Got you fools, petty fools complain, oh, come the Scarecrow
With the shit, all of us packin' the thangs
And my niggas down, my niggas down to clown
Oh you? Oh you too? You don't have a fucking clue, fool
You just talk a lot of shit, but shit don't impress me
You better bring it on if you willin' to try and even test me
A vest see can never even save you when I start to bust
Automatic rounds coming at you from every end, watch your head bust!
Da Killaman, DJ Paul is rollin' with the Serial Killaz
Lord Infamous and Napoleon got fingers on the triggers
And all real niggas take care they business, that's boss!
And bullshit bustas talk they ass off!
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Can ya back it, can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off, talk ya ass off
Can ya back it, can you back it up?
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Talk ya ass off
Can you back it up?
Don't-Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool
Don't-Don't-Don't-Don't
See first I'm gonna buy me a cold two liter
To mix about seven ounces of thick purple leaner
And then I'm gonna pick up that little freak named christina
Hold that bitch a cup and have her throw it on the scener
Slammed down on riverside driving carolina
Park and banged that bitch on the ass from the back seater
She love to taste shit so this bitch she start to eat her
I pull that boy out and on her face with the creamer BLAH!
= +{Crunchy Black}
I'mma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
I'mma get my chief on {chief on}
While she suck my ding dong {ding dong}
Eyes like a ching chong {ching chong}
Hard on like king kong {king kong}
= 
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Put cha dick in her mouth
Gimmie head til I'm dead
Im hittin on some small niggas
Smoke coke
That star niggas
In P-Agg ya
Get em' recorded they own pictures
Im takin' puss, and dankin' drankin'
Drank wit warning niggas
I poke them stagged up
And round wit trigga happy niggas
Im talkin ski-mask
And Gauge
up out of the back seat niggas
Pull the triggers
And I keep a tone, world-rone
Dangers on, Hustle grown
Sippin' on, Burn a post
Papers on, but still im home
If you ain't claiming New Chicago
If you ain't claiming Roxy Brown
If you ain't claiming Pussy Valley
If you ain't claiming Fowler Homes
If you ain't claiming Douglas Then
If you ain't claiming Trig Then
If you ain't claiming Mclemore
If you ain't claiming Bunker Hill
No issues
You think this kid fucked up the fucking problem
Bitch you don't know that Koopsta Knicca is a murder robber
Got yo motherfucking brother in the back seat
Sweat drippin' off his neck
Son of bitch you don't know me
"KOOPSTA"
I kinda hear the whispers in his fucking bed
"KNICCA"
And you think you got that strip
Than why don't you get with him
And if you wanna stress me
Grab my 8.0 is you dead
Say mister come adress ya
Koopsta got em' scared!!!
If you ain't claiming Hyde Park
If you ain't claiming Ridge Grove
If you ain't claiming Ridge Crest
If you ain't claiming Bartlett Then
If you ain't claiming Germantown
If you ain't claiming
If you ain't claiming
If you ain't naming
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
Just another crazy clique to fuck around and bury ya
Taking care of ya, we scarier than malaria
I walk around your neighborhood like Frankenstein
Choking anybody I find, I'm taking mine
You mothafuckas can't get near it 'cause you fear it
Look at my glass eye,
I'm sick like Lou Gehrig
I don't know judo, but I go KEE-YA!
Fuck you up so bad, a wheelchair couldn't see ya
Listen...  Ya hear that, slut?
That was me  pulling this dick out ya butt
I'm a juggalo serial killa
Steady screaming, "fuck y'all!" I stab bitches with a chainsaw
We walk around Compton and Watts beatin' scrubs up
And right in Tim Dog's face, I throw the dubs up
We tearing clubs up, down south and the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gon' lie
Put your guards up, show them who really running the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you out of luck, bitch, I ain't gonna lie
Put your guards up, show em' who really runnin' the streets with them Calicos
I'm causing shit with ya, can't come close
I met a little freak bitch, who always wore tight shit
Had five kids and her pussy had a tight grip
The first of the month came, the first of the month came
I saw the mailman coming now it's time to run game
Give me half the check, bitch, niggas like me never quit
Big nose red bitch, let your lips meet my dick
Pay up the money for the running of my cum on your tongue
Juicy "Low Down" J will never get sprung
Never was your friend, see? All a nigga want is cheese
McDonald's, Crystal's, Burger King, Wendy's
Whatever kind of check it is, chargin' hoes is my biz'
D-Magic, Project Pat, I know my nigga down for his
Yeah, you hoes know the score -- Wanna fuck? Gimme the dough
Credit cards, crazy checks, all that type of shit will go
To you little dirty freaks, keep my name outcha' mouth
Unless you want a job, bitch, that's what I'm talking about
What them niggas doing? Charging these hoes
What them niggas doing? Charging these hoes
What them niggas doing? Charging these hoes
What them niggas doing?
What them niggas doing? Charging these hoes
What them niggas doing? Charging these hoes
What them niggas doing? Charging these hoes
What, what them niggas doing?
Fuck dat nigga 
Bang bang bang bang
Fuck dat shit
Fuck that nigga and his whole damn neighborhood
Let me make one motherfuckin thing understood
In my hood a couple of you niggas try to sell out, tell out
Now you gonna make me have to take my scope out
And when I do that I'maa aim then fuck ya
Smilin in my face aww mane I'ma bust a
Cap in yo ass that's for fuckin with me nigga
I know that you a hoe and now I heard you claimin killa
A killa is a nigga who will look you in the eye
Put the pistol in your face and let the pistol meet the fly
But I don't think so you betta not try
I'm throwin out hope like a kamikaze pilot
My eyelid is raised and I got you in focus
Put you on a daze all you punk ass jokers
I hope this
Lesson motherfuckers gonna teach you
I got 6 slugs and they all wanna meet you
Fuck dat nigga
Fuck dat nigga
Fuck dat nigga
Bang bang bang
Fuck dat shit
Fuck dat nigga
Fuck dat nigga
Fuck dat nigga
Bang bang bang bang
Fuck dat shit
Fuck you nigga
And you know just who I'm talkin bout
Livin on that other side and you crossed a nigga out
I'm about my
hog
when it comes to stayin down
Use to be my road dogg
Now you just another clown
Hangin round you
Was a very very dumb mistake
Thought you was a real nigga
But you was another fake
Busta, musta wanna be thugster
I'm a label you as a dead motherfucker
Fuckin with a nigga like Pat
You can die hoe
When I come out with the gat
I'ma try hoe
All of my might just to put you six under
Lookin for a fight
I'm a break out with the thunder
Sound of a Glock 38
What you gonna do
Last sound that you hear 
Mark ass niggas frontin like they gonna blast
Don't make a nigga like me run and kill yo ass
Lil Fly comin' out hard for the '94
Time to let these bustas know
Let these hoes know the score
South Park's in the house from the '93
Now we're gettin' deeper and we're takin' what we wanna G
Gotta peep my nigga Slick, get a pack of crunk and shit
Me and Gangsta Blac, and you know we gettin' full of it
Hangin' on the boomin' track, better known as night and day
Liquor store, right next door, let's go get a Tanqueray
Funky Town's in my brain, got the tang in my blood
Pain burn a nigga out, now I gotta bust some nuts
Or bust some fucking caps and take some bustas off the map
Got no feelin' in yo face from my mighty Glock slap
Devil made me bring my tone with Gangsta, came alone
About to make me break my shit
Gangsta let me shoot that bitch
Takin' turns, fillin' caps when that busta full of lead
Paramedics came but they can't help him at the med
A day or two later word is gettin' back to yo folks
Now they rushin' to the med, lookin' for the death reports
Cause you still ... cause of the death of the E
Too much lead to the head from Lil Fly and Gangsta B
Yeah, this Lil Fly up in this motherfucker
To that busta all up on my nigga d-izz-ick
Yea boy you keep on talking that shit
You gon' be a victim of a 211
And I ain't scared to turn it to a 187
Biatch!
I got this plan, this plan to rob a man
Tell him we got plenty of white, get a nigga a key of sand
Take his fuckin' cheese, count them G's, then go overseas
To them damn Colombians make them drop it off, say nigga, please
Back to the hood with them good from my niggas dope
Nothin' but the pure and that chronic that'll make you choke
I'm strugglin' in that paper chase from day to day, I win the crime
For you niggas snitchin' proppin' dimes, I'm takin' care of mine
Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
Sportin' jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard
'Cause ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp
No I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with your butt
I'm the one walkin' away when your mouth is full of nut
Chillin' at the hideout, smokin' out, not worried 'bout a thang
Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funky Town sign
Ballin' through Black Haven deep as hell in the suburban mane
The dick, the dick, that's in your mouth, long and hard  
The dick the dick that's in your mouth, long and hard, oh my God  
Scarecrow loves you bitches with those big lips
Wrap your mouth around and ho please don't trip
You told me bitch that you can make your tongue dance
Well bitch, let that motherfucker dance down my pants
Ohh-ho, I know you wanna chew me, let's make us a porno movie
I told you on the last song bitch what's up
You don't remember? It was lick my nuts, lick my nuts
It feels so good when you lick all around it
You wanna know what makes me happy, bitch you found it
You think that Lord Infamous is gonna diss you
You're a dick suckin' bitch, I won't kiss you
And if you talkin' 'bout some motherfuckin' downtown
I will beat your ass all the way to downtown
So open your mouth darling go ahead and do the job
I want my dick in your mouth long and hard
The dick the dick that's in your mouth, long and hard, oh my God  
The Killa Man loves you bitches who love to suck dick
I tell you what I'm a lay back and let you take a lick
Open all wide and get ready to swallow the dick whole
And maybe later I'll take you take it out and let you lick the peep hole
Me get a rush I feel like  rollin' in my guts
Approaching the dick don't stop now, the nuts are about to bust
All in your face how do it taste, do you like the shit?
Then maybe one day we can hook up and have a part two bitch
No we can't be together hoe, so don't even ask
You wanna be my junt then you gotta pass another task
It's a million more niggas in the Triple Six
That means a million more dicks for your lips to grip
You think you up to it? Here we gonna do it
Let's meet at 6 o'clock, you gotta a lot of jocks to rock
And with them Triple Six niggas there is no holds barred
You gotta swallow the dick long and hard
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Killa Klan, come get this, big business
Motherfucker, be a witness
Why y'all Test My Gangsta
These bitches Test My Gangsta
Cuz it's on now
Nigga yeah it's on now
To all you dirty hoes I'm sayin' fuck you
Never take her for the reasons of a killa
Six dimensions
Let the ammunition take you through
The darkness of the solar system
Malice murderers of many men
Multiply incisions
They certain their vision
Get them percision and death permission
Best believe
I keep the whole damn seventeen
Up in any magazine
Cuaght the wicked packed
That fool is jacked and catch a casualty
Having the capacity
To try to pull a strap on me
But Infamous is coming with the motherfuckin' stack of the
Teflon plated served peala'
I do not recommend fucking with Scarcrow
Nigga got you making tons of enemies
Triple that much in artillery
Showing no love for not anything
Popping yo head to the butcher swing
Polish the blade on the guillotine
Put that bitch out his misery
Fuck a ho out the galaxy
Infamous with a fatality
There's no way you can imagine
Bodies stacked up on the battle scene
Living psychopathicly
Scarecrow terror Tennessee
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him
I be like in the wind, I'm gon' holler at ya friend
Must have them twins, da Henn' and a bunch of birtches with yo man
So I can get into the groove that keeps Koop spooky
Juicy's constantly speakin' to me though he ain't sayin' nothin'
Man it may be the chronic, that funny or the super bionic
Sick here wanna sit here fartin' like I'm a motor or somethin'
Is it the swisher, I cannot remember, yes sir it's understood
Koop must done got a little bit of hit of somethin' good
Gimme some of that good stuff
Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special
Gimme somethin' that'll do it
Do it, Put my mind to it
Until we get high
Now when it comes to getting bread I got the keys to the bakery
A lot of dudes swear they play man they some fake-ry
Let me catch a girl up out some work and in my sight
And believe I'm gon be atcha in the daylight with a flashlight
I'm tryin to get paid however money is made
Alot dudes like to pay ladies to get laid
But me I ain't no pimp, I just love to borrow
Paper from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model fa real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin out with big trees
Standin on tha porch, drinkin liquor, drunk, smokin weed
Trying to get a paycheck, but work force ain't came yet
Thats why I stay in a girl ear to keep that pussy wet
Smack a bitch
Jack a bitch
Take a nigga shit, leave him headless in a ditch
When you fuckin' with the pit fool
You ain't cool, you and who
Koop and the Killa Klan Kaze will blast
If we motherfuckin' have to
Real from my pump two niggas in my trunk trunk
'Bout that redrum
Why don't you come and get your head bumped
Ransom what I want
Better for your body mon
Scan, Mack, Rock drop your click off to the dungeon
All I want is you to come and walk along with me
Three 6 Mafia and Killa Klan Kaze
Please let the anger free is what the angel said to me
Can you like feel my breeze
Evil deeds between them trees
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still, still fuckin' talkin'
You niggas still breathin'
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still, still fuckin' talkin'
Which side are you on
Life or death
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still, still fuckin' talkin'
You niggas still breathin'
I ain't a killer but don't push me
Still, still fuckin' talkin'
Which side are you on
Life or death
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno what the fuck you talkin bout 
Keep my name out your mouth like nasty sushi boy
Next time you even say my syllables ima do you boy
Show you how some real gangsta shit could quickly pop off
As soon as yo mouth shoot off my block will block a shoot off
The doctor gettin called off
He dont need to be going to the morgue
His mouth put him in a situation that he can't afford
And i was gettin bored
So i had to play
My favorite game ggg-game
Gunplay
Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno what the fuck you talkin bout 
I'm looking for them J-Lo booties
But I ain't Ben Affleck
And I ain't Diddy
And I ain't the dude who taught her to dance like that
I'm just a dirty dirty down south gold mouth nigga
Can't remember the last time I only saw six figures
I bang a bad big booty thang daily
I did more stars than that boy Carson Daily
And if you nice you ain't even gotta pay me
But if you ugly hit the bank and try to save me
I know this broad, she lick the Infamous so good she make me wanna cry
And if she wasn't such a dog I'd hit her doggy every night
They put the "frea" in freak, they put the "ut" in slut
They put the "amp" in tramp and catch you when I take off the glove
She give brain insane, I call the dame a brainiac
Let me meet the family, all the women nymphomaniacs
She got the biggest brown round that you ever seen
Lord the maniac I make her hit the club and make that cheese
See I done built me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the park, changed my clothes six o' clock
Got a pocket full of knowledge
Bitch, count my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a trill rock, still for that bill
Hard to kill motherfucker Koopsta mentally ill
Still  in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just vanity
In my pit with the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the whole ceilin'
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Checkin' us out while tap on the door
Kickin' them down, make 'em all hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the room
Soakin' away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there
Popped with a pillow case uder their tools
Put a big bullet behind every ear
Don't want no moaning, don't want no tears
Telephone cords; I took out the wall
No one can stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut doggin' alcoholic
Mind enchanted door kickin' evil nigga named Lord Infamous
Niggas without knowledge do not recognize the ultimate
I'm getting into drama with the coroner cooler serious
Draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey Chevrolet
On the way to send her mammy flowers with a bomb in a bouqet
I just can't stop
I keep on loading my gun
I can't be seein' masta stopa
Till I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no sitcom
YOur head com
Fool happy being
Flag on my face
So no identityl they seein'
Your enemies me and a
Six double double six bitch ya bein'
Face to face with the forty bitch
One  a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga ho
Forty four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'mma suckin' let this Ruga go
It ain't no dead line
Cause they don't love but plenty hate
When I come at you ho
I'mma take this mask up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door bell
Just a couple of knocks
Who it be your presence your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna stop
Cause we gone
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Walk up to your house
Knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that crystal
While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby come and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or somethin'
Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, they can't fade the Triple Six
Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit
We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby
Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this ho
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
You know the loco break the law but that was '95
Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize
Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk
Aw, yeah, the Three 6 Mafia
Back in the mothafuckin' house 
For you weak ass niggas
That couldn't take the mothafuckin' Devil shit
Y'all couldn't hang with the mothafuckin' clique
It just get thicker for a weak mothafuckin' nigga 
Three 6 Mafia
Yeah,
Juicy J aka the Juice
up in this mothafucka, biaaaatch!
DJ Paul the Killaman
,
Lord Infamous the Scarecrow
Crunchy Black
,
Gangsta Boo
, the
Koopsta Knicca
The Mack
,
Fl'izz'y
,
La Chat
,
Project Pat
Lil Glock & S.O.G.
Prophets Entertainment
thick up in this mothafucka, bitch
Yeah, you 'bout to get bullshit on yo ass
Memphis niggas, fool
Nigga better recognize
Hahaha 
Yeah, nigga, the Triple 6 shit, boy 
You couldn't hang with the shit, nigga  
Shit don't stop another mothafuckin' tape, fool 
Hahaha
Mwahahaha
Hahaaaa
Yeah
And do that shit, my nigga
We finna get ready to bump this shit
Break Da Law '95', fool
Biatchh
{*music to fade*}
Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Straight walk up to that boy like, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT!
Start a fight with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH!
It's gon be another deadly night more violent, more silent
As we stroll this bitch mo got down, my infrared got em on the roll
Owens, burbans clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the street
Yo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beat
Crunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right here
A nigga that shoot, a nigga that lately get his name out there
Fuck man these bitches weaker than water, black
He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood or Chris and I'll find Pat
I'm gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30
Just like you'll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my nose
Dirty blastin that infrared at yo ass, ain't you scared ho, Tanqueray, Mad Dog, and I'm full of blow
Man never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, oh, bitch
Never will you ride the same rides I done rode
Just lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as fuck
Triple fuckin 6, givin yo ass a reason to duck bitch
Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse
I'll give em a reason to duck
Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse
I'll give em a reason to duck
Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse
I'll give em a reason to duck
Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse
I'll give em a reason to duck
-Yeah, bitch, ya'll know what time it is, 3-6 muthafuckin Mafia in this
Ho, you muthafuckin bitch ass boy, you'll never ride the muthafuckin
Rides we done rode, nigga, on gold thangs, ho, you know what I'm sayin
You ain't never gon wear Versace like a nigga or drink Cristale like a
Nigga you muthackin, muthackin malt liquor drinkin ass bitch
-You is a weak as nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkin
Muthafucka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, trick
Nappy hair ass boy
-You boodie eatin muthafucka, dick suckin ass lickin, cock lickin
-Nigga, nigga, nigga you's a payless ass nigga, bitch
-Punk ass, ho, You can't claim
Funkytown
-
-We muthafuckin nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody bout it ho
Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch
-Nigga ain't got no money, you broke ass...
-You muthafuckin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthafuckin ho
-You primo smokin muthafucker
-You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I'm stirrin you up ho
-I heard you had AIDS you weak muthafucka
-You sissy muthafucka straight dick goin dirty ass round ho, ho,ho, fuck
All these hoes
-Wooooooooo!
-Yessir! 3 muthafuckin 6, bitch
-Prophet Posse the posse bitch! Prophet Posse the Posse bitch!
-Woo Wooooooooo!
-Prophet Posse the Posse, bitch!
-Hey, yessir!
-Prophet Posse the posse bitch!
Talk is cheap
I hear you talking but you ain't bout your bizz
La Chat a mack ain't got no time to play no games with a bitch
Mane, motherfuck it, pass the gat we gonna rumble and shit
Then they gon' hit'cha smit'cha get'cha so don't fuck with this shit
I know you feelin' when I'm speakin' and I'm speakin' to you
Well ho it's true, who got the proof bitch
What you gon' do
I keep my mug cuz I'm a thug
I left the twink on my grill
You got some anna
Need to show it
Shit you claim that your real
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
When I say weak ass, you say bitch
Weak ass, BITCH, Weak ass BITCH
I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' nothing but keys
Also had a hook up on some tones and some light green ink
What you think
I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree
So I drove a low key car
Tryin' to fool the streets
Curve after curve
I turn tryin' not to swerve
Knowin' by the hour I be choppin' up my bag of herbs
Mossberg pure herb AK's all kinds a guns
Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and start to run
Please don't test these murderers
Slugs I will pump at your gut
Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze
I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk
Let's go ride then play a game
What's the game
The game of names
Now which, which one would you choose
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose
First time on the mic, so I'ma come real, trick
You see them hatas talk shit but they don't know the deal
Dope sella
BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta
Ratta Tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up and they want to splurge
But watch the game
Cause you don't got no friends
Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end
Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don't feel
What I feel, then I fill
Them up with
Bullet lead two to the head
Then I lay them in graves
That I dig
Just for them
Yes it is
Slammin' bones, throwin' licks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this motherfucker
Down with the Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas hatin' realness
Mossberg slug to your grill
You gone feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, sell that dope you sent me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We riding, chiefing, dranking, bodies stanking, I can smell it well
And if the police pull us over I'm the first to bail
Jackin' and packin', attackin' those fakin' ass bitches
That think they some thing, I know they so broke
I'm leaving them red instead
While I chop this track up like i'm Freddy
Straight from very bone
Til a motherfucka fall out on his face
See Triple 6, It's on
Bitch every month up in the source bar
I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a motherfucker for talkin' that shit
Huh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker
Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin' the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga
Motherfucker, I'm K-Rock
I dump them body parts into my trunk
See me after Killa Klan
See when that K-Rock solo bump
Wakin' up in my dream
Prophet Posse my niggas
Gimme that forty Glock
In my pajamas pullin' that trigga
I see traitors, stupid-ass player haters
Faking while we blast our gat
I don't know your ass
Therefore, automatic weapons commence to blast
If a nigga don't believe me, trick afraid in front of that car
To that ditch
I dumped all his body parts into my trunk
I say DJ turn the music up 
And send another round over to my cup 
I wanna feel it 
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it 
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
Hey! I gotta stunt like it's the first of the month
In the projects, just got paid
DJ, keep it comin, keep on breakin 'em off
And bring it back just for the hood sake
Still spendin gwap for the women, they fly
Reppin the bottom, ain't got it, no lie
Travel the world in the G4 alot
Poe Boy the family and we get it hot
I got the beat where the music is live
Rock to the beat like my name can survive
Give me that heat 'tll we all feel the fire
I'm in the streets, but the club get me high
Partaaay! Get shinin to rock the body
The fellas on the dock, the shade's bacarri
We do it non-stop, get on Barcardi
151 and act retarded
DJ turn the music up
And send another round over to my cup
I wanna feel 
Feel
I say DJ turn the music up 
And send another round over to my cup 
I wanna feel it 
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it 
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
DJ let the music drop 
We goin all night, make the party rock 
I wanna feel it 
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
I wanna feel it 
Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh
Juicy J is in the house
]
Don't be scared, put the rubber on the head
Jo Blow was a little freak that I used to know
My nigga just met her, right in front of a China store
Took her around the corner to his crib, aww yeah
Thirty minutes later, he's dicking the bitch
I wonder if my roadie used the jimmy
'Cause the niggas she fucked, man it was plenty
When I had ask him, he had said that he did not
Now he's in the Med with the bad case of
drip drop
]
Don't be scared, put the rubber on the head
Don't be scared, Evergreen, Magnolia County
Don't be scared, Smokey City, Klondike
Don't be scared, Watkins and Brown, Midtown
Don't be scared, Clayton Homes and Dixie Homes
Don't be scared, Hurts Village, New Chicago
Don't be scared, Hyde Park, Springdale
Don't be scared, cats stay at Orange Mound
Don't be scared, Tulane, Westwood
Bitches are ashamed these days
You'd have to play the bitch before you get yourself played
I never in my life had ever fucked a rat goat
Even wore a jimmy hat when she gave me deep throat
You will choke on my ding-a-ling when it's in your mouth
Bitch, cheat on me and I'll beat your fucking brains out
'Cause if I don't, you'll have me scared
To fuck you with straight dick or rubber on the head
]
Don't be scared, put the rubber on the head
The notorious Juicy J
And we out
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
I ain't barrin' that shit, quick to up my fuckin' gat
Blow a nigga ass off, bitch that's just how I react
I'm a real nigga all about my fuckin killin'
You bustas with that animosity, yo cap I'm peelin'
I'm from the grove with my four, see I stay strapped
Never slip and see North Memphis niggas on the map
I got that gauge 38 and that four-five Glock
Deep in the bushes, see I'm scopin' with that red dot
You try to run I'mma cock my gat and blast you
This is a "Blow a Nigga Ass Off" part two
Kill a bitch, fuck a hoe, do or die in the nine-four
R.I.D.G.E G.R.O.V.E. bringin' shit to the door
No love lost bitch, North Memphis in the fuckin house
Buckin' Busta bitches now you hoes gotta run yo' mouth
My Glock is cocked to pop a punk, motherfucker quick
Trizzick-bizzitch, I just clizzick on a bizzitch on my dizzick
Now hoes better recognize Lil' Glock ain’t no fuckin' joke
No pretty boy smile the gangsta Glock child is goin' out in fuckin' smoke
Ridge Grove in this bitch, hoes gotta pay the cost
North Memphis takin' over, blow a nigga's ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
Blow a nigga ass off
Ass off, ass off
Buck, buck, buckin' 'em down
Blow a niggas ass off
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
 North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
Slap a punk bitch, slap a punk bitch
If ya ain't barrin' that shit my nigga
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the—
Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the—
Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck—
Fuck the police
[Skit 2: Cop, Eazy-E, and
Dr. Dre
]
*Knocking*
Yeah, man, what you need?
Police, open now 
We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest 
Get down and put your hands right where I can see 'em! 
What the fuck did I do, man? What did I do?
Just shut the fuck up and get your motherfucking ass on the floor! 
But I didn't do shit
Man, just shut the fuck up!
Eazy-E, won't you step up to the stand
And tell the jury how you feel about this bullshit?
I'm tired of the motherfuckin' jackin'
Sweating my gang, while I'm chillin' in the shack, and
Shining the light in my face, and for what?
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt
I kick ass, or maybe 'cause I blast
On a stupid ass nigga when I'm playing with the trigger
Of an Uzi or an AK
'Cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say
They put out my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still, I got flavor
Without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A sucker in a uniform waiting to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat, it don't matter if he's smaller or bigger
And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin', keep lookin' in the mirror
And ears on cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb motherfucker with a gun
And if I'm rollin' off the eight, he'll be the one
That I take out, and then get away
While I'm driving off laughing, this is what I'll say
Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the—
Fuck the police, fuck—
Fuck the police, fuck— fuck—
Fuck the police
The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck, white bread, chicken shit motherfucker
Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie!
Get him out of here! 
Get him the fuck out my face!
Out, right now!
Fuck you, you black motherfuckers!
Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Fuck the police
Damn, that shit was dope!
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, Gangsta
He'll tell you exactly how he feel
And don't hold a fuckin' thing back
Homies all standin' around, just hangin'
Some dope-dealin', some gang-bangin'
We decide to roll and we deep
See a nigga on Dayton's and we creep
Real slow and before you know
I had my shotgun pointed in the window
He got scared and hit the gas
Right then I knew I had to smoke his ass
He kept rollin', I jumped in the bucket
We couldn't catch him, so I said fuck it
Then we headed right back to the fort
Sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts
We didn't get no play from the ladies
With
six niggas
in a car—are you crazy?
She was scared, and it was showin'
We all said "Fuck you, bitch!" and kept goin'
To the hood, and we was fin to
Find somethin' else to get into
Like some pussy, or in fact
A bum rush, but we call it rat pack
On a nigga for nothin' at all
Ice Cube'll go stupid when I'm full of eight ball
I might stumble, but still won't lose
Now I'm dressed in the county blues
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck with me, I'll put my foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
]
Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit!
Man, what'cha gon' do now?
How far you goin' back?
"As we go a lil' somethin' like this"—hit it!
Here's a little gangsta, short in size
A t-shirt and Levi's is his only disguise
Built like a tank, yet hard to hit
Ice Cube and Eazy-E cold runnin' shit
Well, I'm Eazy-E, the one they're talkin' about
Nigga tried to roll the dice and just crapped out
Police tried to roll, so it's time to go
I creeped away real slow and jumped in the six-fo'
With the {diamond in the back, sun-roof top}
Diggin' the scene with the gangsta lean
'Cause I'm the E, I don't slang or bang
I just smoke motherfuckers like it ain't no thang
And all you bitches, you know I'm talkin' to you
"We want to fuck you, Eazy!" I want to fuck you too
Because you see, I don’t really take no shit
So let me tell you motherfuckers who you're fuckin' with
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
If you fuck with me, I'll put a foot in your ass
I don't give a fuck, 'cause I keep bailin'
Yo, what the fuck are they yellin'?
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, Gangsta
He'll fuck up you and yours
And anything that gets in his way
Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, Gangsta
He'll just call you a low-life motherfucker
And talk about yo' funky ways
Express yourself 
Express yourself 
Come on and do it 
Express yourself 
Express yourself
Come on and do it 
Express yourself
Come on and do it 
Come on and do it
Come on and do it
Dopeman, dopeman!
Hey man give me a hit
Dopeman, dopeman!
Hey yo man fuck that shit
Dopeman, dopeman!
In yo face
Yo Dre, kick in the bass!
If you smoke 'caine, you're a stupid motherfucker
Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doing that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searching for a piece of rock
Jonesing for a hit and you're looking for more
Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy's 6-4
You need your ass whooped cause it's out of this earth
Can't get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty's worth
Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook
But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked
You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone
You're robbing and stealing, bugging and illing
While the dope man's dealing
What is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit's insane
Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train
Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch
Me neither; Ho, go home and wash out your beaver
And niggas out there messing up people's health
Yo, what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself?
Well, I'm the dopeman - yeah, boy, wear corduroy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger
Yo, got that five-0 -
double up, nigga
Yeah, high rolling,
big money I'm folding
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holding
Strung strawberry jocking me so early
Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Well, that's my life that how it's cut
Hey, dopeman!
Bitch, shut the fuck up
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the
Dopeman, dopeman!
Yeah, that's me
Dopeman, dopeman!
Yo, can I get a "g"
?
Dopeman, dopeman!
Clock as much as he can
Fuck this shit, who am I?
THE DOPEMAN!
Yo, mister dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick
But if she happens to die because of your drug
I'm putting in your culo a
.38 slug!
A pencil, a pen, or a Glock
I'm the original, subliminal, subterranean
Titanium, criminal minded, swift
D-R-E with that fuck a bitch shit
A couple of notes and get you hog-tied in rope
Dope like tons of coke, cut-throat
You don't want the pistols to whistle
Candy paint Impala
I make hoes pop collars
God damn hoes, here we go again
Fucking with Ren, playing to win
He got the Coke and Hen - I got the juice and gin
Same shit you was fucking with way back then
We keep it cracking from the acting to the jacking
G'ed up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not
Why the fuck not
Why the fuck not
Why the fuck not
Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
Assault and battery, cause we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
We tend to bust on niggas that get mad at me
Was it a bitch in the mix
Well it had to be
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
I'mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that
I'mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that
I'mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that
Cause I'mma nigga for life, so I'mma nigga til I diz-ie
I'mma smoke where I wanna smoke, fuck that
I'mma choke who I wanna choke, fuck that
I'mma ride where I wanna ride, fuck that
Cause I'mma nigga for life, so I'mma muthafuckin nigga til I diz-ie
I once knew a bitch who got slapped
'Cause she played me like she was all that
A bitch can be your best friend talking behind your back 
About who's fucking who and who's getting fat
Look at yourself for me 
Now do you fall in this category?
Or you the kind that won't blink
'Cause you don't think your shit stink *laughs*
Lucky I haven't had a drink
'Cause I'd down your ass
Then I'd clown your ass
'Cause the niggas I hang with ain't rich
We'll all say
"Fuck you bitch!"
Now what can I do with a ho like you
Bend your ass over and then I'm through 
'Cause you see Ice Cube ain't taking no shit
 'Cause I think a bitch is a bitch
There you have it, the description of a bitch
Now ask yourself are they talking about you?
Are you that funky, dirty, money-hungry, scandalous, stuck-up, hair piece contact wearing bitch?
Yep, you probably are
Bitch!
Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see
A little streetwise nigga, you know me
Rolling wit some real niggas playing for keeps
But you muthafuckas know who run the streets
Wit that hardcore hip-hop rap shit
Now how much harder can another nigga get?
Trying to be like us, sound like us, dress like us
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
So nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, please
Since you're on the dick why don't you drop to your knees
Cause I'm a muthafucka that's out to kill
Eazy-E, a nigga that's real
Real niggas, straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in your shit without second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking shit about the niggas in black
Bow down to the Kings in Raider hats
They played out, that's what niggas were chanting
One nigga left and they said we ain't having it
People had thought we was finished and then done wit
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record comes, I’ll come like a fucking bomb
Asking for fucking money, don't buy you a fucking crumb
You're on the dicks of four niggas not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get fucked up
Cause if I let you slide, it’s just cause you lucked up
Don’t come in my face again, because I'mma floor ya
And if you're a bitch, I'm a fucking ignore ya
Because my attitude's a little bigga
Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggas
Lost in a muthafucking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that glad there's
Sucka muthafuckas like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis
Cause I'm a real nigga
, but I guess you figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that’s smart
A nigga that’s paid to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, N.W.A, criticize for what we say
But I'm a do the shit anyway
Cause I'm the muthafucking doctor, never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the muthafucking break in
N.W.A, straight outta muthafucking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990's
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A taking over this muthafucka y'all
"Cops put a hurting on your ass, man
You know, they really degrade you
White folks don't believe that shit
They don't believe that cops degrade you
 Oh come on, those people, those people are resisting arrest."
Check it out, y'all, in the house, y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the
yellow brick road
To Compton
, but first let me tell you something
I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer
First One: Honor thy nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your motherfucking neck
Second One: Always gotta fuck out of wedlock
I like it when the pussy go snap, crackle and pop
Number Three: I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryna 'cause some static
Number Four: Here's what's in store
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hardcore
Fifth One: My killing has begun
I pull out my gun, that'll keep me on the run
Step Six: Hmmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I'm motherfucking chicken-shit
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you get to seven, you'll be six feet deep
Number Eight: Make no mistake
Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey
Ninth One: I gotta be raw
Fuck any brainwashing man-made law
Last but not least, I must be real
Number Ten: is my appetite to kill
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin'
Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it
The number's even - now I'm leavin'
We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home so I better haul ass
Tearin' up everything in sight
It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, the shit, is done and
Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with
A 100 miles of runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas!
1991 and N.W.A get the job done
Admiral Dancehall gonna sing this little tale 'bout a girl that's quick fi lick me dick, it goes something like this....
Da girl quick fi lickin' me dick, da girl quick fi lickin' me dick
Da girl quick fi lickin' me dick, she got a dirty habit
Di gyal fi wicked ah wiley
Gyal fi wicked ah wiley
Wicked ah wicked ah wicked
Ah gyal fi wicked ah wicked
Because the Admiral Dance
I come and announce
My name is Admiral D. y’all
Rastafari had to get up on sound ja
Doctor Dre, a he mon tha masta
MC Ren even him come kinda fasta
Here come Yella wit tha wickedy wickedy wax
Wickedy wickedy wax
W-wickedy wickedy scratch-a
That’s why the Admiral
Me lyrics dem ah taught
Everyone-a
NWA is in tha house
Is in tha house
Is in tha house-a
A listen up cu' we in tha house
Could ya
Up up
Listen up up
Uh, up up
Just listen up up
Because…
Rem? Dance every lady love me
Could ya, every lady come and-a run gets me
Because me singin' on the NWA album
That’s why me singin' up on the NWA album, gal
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
Don't matter just don't bite it
Yeah 
Now I'm a break it down with a fact
Since the last "Just don't bite it" girls don't know how to act
Sayin' that they never would suck a dick
But when they've tried it they couldn't quit
Cuz ninety percent of the bitches today they love that shit
And those are the main ones that say they don't do it
But MC Ren knows the bitches are used to it
So fellas, next time they try to tell a lie
That they never suck a dick, punch a bitch in the eye
And then the ho' will fall to the ground
Then you'll open up her mouth
Put your dick in and move the shit around
And she'll catch on and start doin' it on her own
Actin' like she's tryin' to suck the meat off a chicken bone
And then she won't let go
Because bitches suck nut out of a dick just like Drano
Get the last drop, unclogging the pipe
Then the stupid bitch is out doing that same shit the next night
Because she just can't quit
Cuz she's addicted, addicted
She's addicted, addicted
She's addicted to suck a good dick
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
Don't matter just don't bite it
Yeah 
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
Don't matter just don't bite it
Yeah 
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
The gangsta's black and he's about to attack
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
The gangsta's black
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
The gangsta's black and he's about to attack
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
The gangsta's black
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
The gangsta's black and he's about to attack
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
The gangsta's black
If it ain't ruff, it ain't me
But you said you love me!
I don't see no rings on this finger
Why you doin' me like this? I love you!
Yeah, you love my money; I got what I wanted -- beat it!
Olde English 800, because that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, forty, quart or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and a 502
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand that's what I got
Yo man you see Eazy hurling in the parking lot
Stepped on your foot cold dissed your ho
Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no"
Called her a bitch because that's the rule
Boyz-n-the hood
trying to keep me cool
Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get em up
I started dropping the dogs, and watch you fold
Just dumb full of cum got knocked out cold
"Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick!
Now your fly bitches all over his dick!"
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Yo, pass the brew Ren while I tear shit up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice
Ron-De-Vu's
with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky
Do the
Olde 8,
forget the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the niggas from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast all you punk to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8-ball rolling
Man I'm outta here
Yo Eazy, you forgot to tell em what city you chill in
In the city 
In the city 
City City City of Compton
City City City of Compton
City City City of Compton
City City City of Compton
City City City of Compton
Little did they know that I would be arriving
And it's surprising, rocking it from where I been
But it's the E here to take, no mistake to be made
In the trade where funky ass records are being played
Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the
Bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick
So I get 'em hot, thinking they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbing their legs like a cricket
To you it may be funny, but
There's no service of beef without money
So slip the C-note, and you can choke
On a wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat
Foreplay to me ain't shit
When you spread 'em I'm ready, then you can get the dick
Of the Eaz, if you can deal with the size
But if you can't, parental discretion's advised!
Shut the fuck up!
Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place, I got money and juice
Ron-De-Vu with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky
Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes that I say
Hail to the niggas from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect
Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin'
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!"
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*}
{*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*}
Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga, please
I'm treated like a fuckin' disease
You say - why do I call myself a nigga so quick?
Cause I can reach in my drawers and pull out a bigger dick, yo
Nigga say nigga we cool but
Cracker say nigga, nigga knocked the fuck up
But I gotta be a fast nigga, to never be the last nigga
Or I'll have to beat yo' ass, nigga
In the city you see action first
Then hear about it later in a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin
Murder, created by the streets of Compton
Now get it from the underground poet
I live it, I see it, and I write it because I know it
And if you think I'm fuckin' your wife
You're motherfuckin' right yo, cause I'm a nigga for life
I love niggas, I love niggas, I love niggas
Because niggas are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love that you niggas 
Nigga this, nigga that
The actual fact is that I'm black and bound to attract
The attention of another, I mean the other
But I'm a motherfucker that'll have 'em runnin' for cover
You see, I don't give a fuck about nothin'
Except gettin' paid, gettin' bitches, and issuin' stitches
Which is, all needed to read it and find a rhyme
And then it's time to say, the nigga's here to stay
But what about the fake niggas, the house niggas
To get paid quick they gotta suck a fat dick
But N.W.A. is outta your motherfuckin' range
We ain't gonna change a motherfuckin' thang!
I call myself a nigga cause my skin won't lighten
I call myself a nigga cause the shit that I'm writin
Hypes me, hypes other motherfuckers around me
And that's the reason why they wanna surround me
And ask me - why do I call myself a negro?
Ain't none of their fuckin' business cause I'll let the trigger go
So get out my presence and get out of my sight
Cause MC Ren is a nigga for life
You're a nigga 'til you die
If you're a po' nigga, you're a po' nigga
If you're a rich nigga, you're a rich nigga
But you never stop bein' a nigga
And if you get to be educated you just an educated nigga
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause imma be a nigga for life
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause imma be a nigga for life
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause imma be a nigga for life
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause imma be a nigga for life
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause imma be a nigga for life
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cause Imma be a nigga for life
{*static noise*}
]
I'm a nigga, he's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggas
Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too?
]
Well I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, I wear courderoy
Money up to here but unemployed
You keep smokin' that rock and my pockets gettin' bigger
Yeah high rollin', big money I'm foldin'
Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holdin'
Sprung strawberry jockin' me so early
Ho you wanna hit you gotta get your knees dirty
Now that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey dopeman!" Bitch, shut the fuck up!
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real
From the
Dopeman, dopeman! 
Dopeman, dopeman! 
Dopeman, dopeman! 
Fuck this shit who am I? THE DOPEMAN!
Yo Mr. Dopeman, you think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister, and now she's sick
But if she happens to die, because of your drug
I'm puttin' in your culo, a .38 slug
That's the way it goes in the city of Compton, boy
Now MC Ren
What up?
My mellow
A check it out
It's on you - so what the fuck you're gonna do?
Now gather around y'all, and check it out y'all
And all the bitches come and suck up on my balls y'all
And take a ticket to play with it like a Slinky
So put your lips on my big chocolate twinkie
And you swallow all the nut if you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a Pop-Tart
But after I nut I'mma leave ya
But first I must deceive ya, because bitch I don't need ya
And don't say that you love me too
Cause if I turn my back you would fuck the whole crew
You're nothin' but a stank ho' tryin' to take my bank ho'
So I have to let you know  at a hotel
And a motel and a holiday inn 
Because if that bitch starts fuckin' up yo
I'll just fuck her friend
Express Yourself
Do it good...
Express Yourself
Oh do it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it 
Now I was at a club on a late late Sunday
Peeping at the bitches 'till the next day Monday
Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good
And suddenly I saw this bitch  that lives in my neighborhood
She went to church every week so now I lucked up
She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up
Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignoring
And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda boring
Yo, but now I got to dawn, see
Now she's dancing on the floor with a skirt and no panties on
Shaking that ass like a salt shaker
I already got my plans -
Just while I'm a take her to a room
But yo I mean a rest room
And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom
So I grabbed her hand and she's wit it
So when she turns sober, she'll never admit it
So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick
And see for myself if she sucks a good dick!
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it 
"So there you have it - a job well done 
But for now let me get back to what I was doing" 
Get it
What the fuck suck this dick bitch
Yeah, here comes
Ooh shit, goddamn
Goddamn
Get it all baby, get it all
Suck this dick, suck this dick, suck this dick for daddy baby
Suck this dick
You know you like it
Suck it
Oh she swallowed it
She swallowed, oh shit, get it all, get it all, suck this dick, suck this dick, suck this dick for daddy ..
Wait till I tell the fellas how you sucked this dick
Hey matter of fact, I want you to suck Dre's dick
Then I want you to suck Yella dick
You already sucked Ren's dick
YOU BOYS ARE DISGUSTING!
Just suck my dick bitch... cause I'm a nigga wit an attitude!
[Verse 5: Dr. Dre, MC Ren,
Dr Dre & MC Ren
]
What do you call a crew that can rap like that?
Yo N.W.A call them muthafuckas wack
Yeah, you know what time it is, listen to why we call them wack
They got a wacky wack record with a wacky wack crew
Yo, what about the lyrics?
That shit's wacky wack too
With a fucked up style and a fucked up show
Ayo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def?
Fuck no!
The muthafuckin' record is so muthafuckin' wack
The muthafuckin' Cracker Jack needs to step the fuck back
[Break: Dr. Dre, MC Ren,
Dr. Dre & MC Ren
]
Do you want some of this?
Dre, the muthafuckin' doctor
Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain
Dre, the muthafuckin' doctor
Well, for the record, it's Ren, and for the street, it's Villain
Yella boy, why don't you kick me one of them funky-ass beats?
My boy, my boy, my boy Ice Cube
Yo, we got my homeboy Eazy-E in the house
Won't you tell 'em what your name is?
MC Ren is the muthafucking coroner 
I'm getting rid of muthafuckas as if they was a foreigner
Show no grief to pretend when I sin
I punch you can block it but I'ma still get in
This ain't a TKO in the first
But it's some shit from a nigga in black and much worse
Than a beating from Tyson 'cause Ren is not nice and
Your ass is better off just rolling a dice and
Finding you a number for luck
'Cause you will need it when you see I don't give a fuck
My identity, and the shit is getting shown
Without a video I'm still getting known 
I'm at a show then my picture is taken
One click of the flash and punk niggas are breakin'
To the door, tryin' to join my fan club
Lip-syncin' over one of my dubs
An instrumental will scratch for the moment
Until I fuck up the so called opponent
That's standing in the zone of the twilight
Saying, "How in the fuck did he get mixed up in my fight?"
It wasn't a mistake, it was a set-up
So until I'm finished pumpin' my lyrics, you should shut up
And don't attempt to speak
Because it's bad enough you're rollin' up shit creek
With a nigga like Ren about the hit
Now let me hear you muthafuckas talk some more shit
Or I'ma bust your ass in the mouth
Yo, unless you're saying, "Compton's in the house"
Who really cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust a move, we can have a shake and bake-off
Me and you can go 'cause I don't care
Yo, rap fight or guerrilla warfare
We can rumble, 'cause when my lungs go in and out
I kick rhymes in a bundle to win a bout
Or scurry or scuffle
I just muffle the opposition, there's no competition
Let 'em know that Dre is getting stronger
Compton's in the house but now it's some' longer
I won't get set-up, shut up, I'm kinda fed up
You can say uncle and I still won't let up
'Cause Dre is the muthafuckin' doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mic, it's like propaganda no doubt
Boy, you should've known by now
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map
So don't ever think you can get it none, you stupid muthafuckas!
I'd rather fuck with you
Cause the other bitches wanna wine and dine 
I better hurry up and get this nut
Cause it's check-out time
She said she wanted me to eat the pussy
Well I think I'll pass 
So get your ass up you funky bitch
And wash your ass 
I'd rather fuck you, yeah 
Said I'd rather fuck with you
I'd rather fuck you, yeah 
Said I'd rather fuck with you
I'd rather fuck you, yeah
Said I'd rather fuck with you 
I'd rather fuck you, yeah 
Said I'd rather fuck with you 
I'd rather fuck you, yeah 
I'd rather fuck with you
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
I'd rather fuck you, yeah, yeah
I'd rather fuck with you, ooh
A message to Benedict Arnold:
No matter how hard you try to be,
here's what they think about you!
Hello? I was at The Celebrity... and I was wonderin' how that punk Ice Cube got his ass beat by ATL!
Yo! Dat nigga was sayin' he from Compton? He ain't from Compton
,
he from a planet called: "Punk!" It is full of pussy protein and pearl tongue!
All I wanna know is why y'all let his punk-ass in the group in the first place, when you knew what kinda bitch he was?
Yeah, I was in the New Music Seminar in New York!
And I watched that punk muthafucka run... while the rest of his homeboys got they ass beat!
Hello? I'm callin' to say since Ice Cube was suckin' so much New York dick...can he come and eat sum of this Chicago pussy?
I smell...  PUSSY!
Yeah, nigga;
when we see yo' ass, we gon' cut your hair off
and fuck you with' a broomstick!
Think about it, punk muthafucka!
"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"
Yeah, a real nigga don't die!
Yeah motherfuckers!
Now MC Ren is here working like super glue
No matter what I do, I'm always stickin' to you
'Cause I'm the pusher, supplying the fix
And this jam's so dope, it don't need a remix
But I'm making obstacles of enemy traps
To catch any MC's with the weakest raps
Crucifyin in vain like just for usin' my name
The definition is pain, but that's the thing o' the game
If they try to retreat, I catch'em one at a time
'Cause they're comittin' a crime, and still promotin' a rhyme
So, you in the back of me just listen and learn
Because you'll all get a chance or maybe a turn
Now my assignment was to give a preview
So at my next concert I wanna see you there
Not sittin' in a chair, standin' on both feet with yo hand in the air
Now I'm about to jet out but I'll be back
But next time expect a more funkier track
Deep down for your enjoyment to hear more percussion
With lyrics that's smooth to start some discussion
The prove that I'm hype and you know that's bet
Now continue to dance coz I'm thru with tha set
One less
One less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
In reality, a fool is one who believes that all women are ladies
A nigga is one who believes that all ladies are bitches
And all bitches are created equal
To me, all bitches are the same
Money-hungry, scandalous groupie hoes
That's always ridin' on a nigga's dick, always in a nigga's pocket
And when the nigga runs out of money the bitch is gone in the wind
To me, ALL BITCHES AIN'T SHIT!
One less
One less
One less bitch you gotta worry about!
]
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit 
Man we're kissin' and grindin' and shit
So we hop in the back seat 
You know man, this bitch rubbin' all over my dick
And frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy, man
And the bitch said 3 words, man: "Stop", "No", and "Don't"
I said biiiiiitch
You don't have to front on me dear 
So why don't you just give that pussy here? 
If you'd be good to me 
Ohh I'll be good to you 
And we'll both ride home in my automobile 
All that I want is a little puss' 
All that I want is just a little head 
If you'd be good to me
Ohh I'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile
You know I be tellin' hoes, after parties, shows and shit, I take em bitches to hotel room, put em in a room to get pussy and shit like I got some for they ass
You don't have to front on me bitch 
Don't be afraid - it's only a dick 
Give up the pussy soon 
All I want is a little womb
Or get your groupie ass out my hotel room 
Or get your groupie ass out my hotel room 
All I want is the pussy 
All I want is the pussy 
All I want is the pussy 
All I want is the pussy 
If you'd be good to me 
Ohh I'll be good to you
And we'll both ride home in my automobile 
We'll both ride home in my automobile 
Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm sayin', Ren?
I know what you're sayin', this is MC Ren and Dr. Dre
Cold kickin' it in the place
Ah yeah, my mellow Eazy E in the house
Yella Boy in the house
My boy Ice Cube
Arabian Prince cold rockin' shit
Oh yeah, hey, I'm a say whassup to my homeboys from
CMW
Yeah, hey, yo Ren, whatta we gonna call this shit?
"Tell 'em what yo' name is?"
Yeah something like that...
Yeah that shit's hittin man, where the volume at?
Hold-up, hold-up, hold-up, one-time, one-time, one-time
Put the joint out! Put the joint out!
Hey you motherfuckers want to step out of the car?
Don't you know it's against the law to play music so god damn loud?
Shut the fuck up! Go to jail? Or gimme that shit you was just smoking
Motherfuckers from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich fucks and the ones who get harassed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin' up my shit, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the shit
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to fuck wit
Thinkin' everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black nigga's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin
Cause I'm a nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherfucking cops
Episode Two:
Get out of the fuckin car!
Wait a god damn minute what the hell did I do?
Hey just shut the fuck up black bitch
Wait a minute, you ain't gotta be pullin me by my motherfuckin hair! Let
Go of my motherfuckin hair!
Hey just step the fuck back and shut up!
Get your motherfuckin' hands off of me!
Calm down, calm down now... listen, we're gonna go around this corner, and
You're gonna suck me and my partner's dicks, or you're gonna
Be one black dead nigga bitch
Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherfuckers
I said fuck the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a massacre goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young nigga is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a nigga chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embarassin because you know they justice, but all you can do
Is say fuck this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what's the excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel-toe boot
Harassin me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a nigga just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational shit was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time as we slanged off the cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the fuckin police, so I'm sayin
Episode Three:
Hey Juan, look at the piece of ass man
Watch out watch out watch out homes!
Oh shit man you fucked up, you hit a police car
I didn't see that piece of caca!
Better act like you don't speak ingles homes
What the fuck? Get your ass out of there, I've had enough
Of your raggedy ass motherfucking shit!
Oh man no me pegues! por que me pegas? No! por favor no! No! Por que?
Chinga tu pinche madre, pinche policias weyes, pendejos, salvajes, culeros
Yo, give me somethin' to dance to
Calling the police, calling the G-Men
Calling all Americans to war in the Underworld
[Verse 1: Arabian Prince, Dr. Dre and
Eazy-E
]
Arabian Prince, back wit' a style that's hype
Not slow and low, it's the fast type
Getting dumb, can you hear the drums?
Yo Dre, why don't you pump it up some?
I pumped it up so now what's up?
Yo Yella boy, add a little cut
What the hell, you think we need some bells?
Yeah, homeboy, might as well
There it is, so now what's next?
A little sss-, so find me a-
Hold it, wait a minute
You need somethin' else in it
This is what I want you to do
Feel the groove, bust a move
Yo, yo, I'm tired, what about you?
Man this is somethin' to dance to
[Verse 2: Arabian Prince, Dr. Dre and
Eazy-E
]
Man that's wack, everybody used that
Yo, why dont you bring back the other track
Yeah there you go that's what I'm sayin
I like it when that dope stuffs playin
Real loud, in ya ear hole
Man let's go, I think my feet are swoll' from dancin' so damn much
Man, I don't give a what
You wanna leave? With all these females pullin' on my sleeve?
Aight, bet, you can jet, homeboy, no sweat
This is what I want you to do
Feel the groove, bust a move
This is somethin' to dance to
Let the bass kick
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Th-th-this is somethin ta dance to
Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots
Let's get together, make a record, why the fuck not?
 Why the fuck not?
 Why the fuck not?
 Why the fuck not?
 Cause I'm tight as the night
I had to wipe activator off the mic, in 1985
Real niggas, biatch, you know, ha hah
We cause tragedy, erratically
Systematically, in your house without a key
How fucked up that'd be
Gat'll be near your anatomy, my form of flattery
Assault and battery, cus
we coming with that street mentality
Straight west coast rider academy
Concrete nigga, that's my reality
 We tend to bus' on niggas that get mad at me
 Was it a bitch in the mix
 Well it had to be
Lying tricks told them dicks I had a key
Hoes make the world harder than it have to be
Surprise, niggas!
You don't think I could do it again, did ya?
Another album!
The jokes on you, Jack!
 We did it again!
Yeah, motherfuckers!
Keepin' all you busters on the run in '91
Kick that shit, Ren
Most niggas can't understand
And never will if they ain't part of the Ruthless mafia clan
Niggas is dedicated to the streets
With hype fuckin lyrics and the dope-ass beats
The songs will never come soft, because I come off
So don't get in my way cause motherfucker you'll get cut off
And it's somethin you can move your lips to
To wrap around my dick and suck if it fits you
And let me now if you wanna ride the D-I-C-K
All day that's with no play
Cause ain't no rap group out that I know
That make me wanna listen to the radio
All I hear is motherfuckers tryin to make a comeback
With lovesongs, and that shit is wack
And that's why your ass ain't around
Cause you don't have the motherfuckin sound
Of a real nigga
City of Compton!
City of Compton!
Eazy is his name and the boy is coming
Straight outta Compton, is a brother that'll smother your mother
And make your sister think I love her
Dangerous motherfucker raising hell
And if I ever get caught, I make bail
See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem
I see a motherfuckin' cop, I don't dodge him
But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass, I smile
To me it's kind of funny, the attitudes showin' a nigga drivin'
But don't know where the fuck he goin', just rollin'
Lookin' for the one they call Eazy
But here's a flash, they never seize me
Ruthless! Never seen like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unload, you see, it's about to over the hesitation
And hear's the scream of the one, who got the last penetration
Give a little gust of wind and I'm jettin'
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin'
So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her!
You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the E, and if you ever fuck with me
You'll get taken, by a stupid dope brotha' who will smother
Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton
City of Compton!
City of Compton!
Final approach to danger, death, destruction around every corner
Another dead body and you wanna keep runnin
But even the rain turns black
All you can do is stay alert and try to stay out of the searchlight
No prison, nobody makes bail
Everybody gotta go but see it ain't no jail
Think about death, takin your last breath
Heart beatin like a motherfucker like it ain't no time left
With so many ways to stay up, I gotta get mine
Even though they wanna make a crime, yo
Of bein real, a federal letter in the beginnin
Because of the release of "Fuck the Police"
Fuck it I approach the danger
Cause I don't give a fuck if somebody gotta get fucked up
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye
Cause in the long run 
Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
He'll **** up you and yours and anything that gets in his way
Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling
It's not about a salary, it's all about reality
Gangsta, gangsta
He'll just call you a low-life mother ****** and talk about your funky ways
They played out, that's what niggas were chanting
One nigga left and they said we ain't happening
People had thought we was finished and then done wit
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record come, I'll come like a fucking bomb
Asking for fucking money, don't buy you a fucking crumb
You're on the dicks of four niggas not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get fucked up
Because if I let you slide, it's just cause you lucked up
Don't come in my face again, because I'm a floor ya
And if you're a bitch, I'm a fucking ignore ya
Because my attitude's a little bigga
Cause MC Ren is one of the real niggas
Lost in a muthafucking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that glad its
Sucking muthafuckas like you, making wack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressing, stand still like you're full of rigor mortis
Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart
A nigga that's paid to say what others are scared to play
We started out wit too much cargo
So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, N.W.A - criticized for what we say
But I'm a do this shit anyway
Cause I'm the muthafucking doctor, never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the muthafucking break in
It's the real thing
You are now
Real, real niggas, niggas
Yeah, motherfucker, it's the real thing
You are now
Real, real niggas, niggas
N.W.A, straight outta muthafucking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990's
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E
And I am MC Ren, yo, N.W.A taking over this muthafucka y'all
The Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here
Panic Zone, don't get your girl in the Panic Zone
Yo! Bitch, don't you know I'll beat your mother'...
Oh, oh! you
'Ey, what's happenin' everybody?
It's your mayn nigga behind the mothafuckin' trigga, Willy Johnston!
And I'm in front of the liquor store with all the bitches, thieves and dopeheads
And I got my man Edmond Woodrow Jones
Aaand the Johntson Sisters 
So then put little something together,.. to tell y'all... what's really goin' on!
Mia put this shit on! 
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Du-dum, dum-dum!
Doooon't drink that wiiiine
Coke would be better, just - it's easy to fiiiind!
If that won't do, - smoke a joint o-or twoo-ooo!
Don't drink that wii-iii-iine! - Woooaahhh, that wii-ii-iine! 
The shit y'all listenin' to was sponsored by
"M.A.D.D
Mothafuckas Against Drunk Drivin'!"
: when you talkin motherfuckin hit
Daaaamn, this some good shit, man!
Where you get this shit from? Daaamn! 
Yeah, now we take it back to an earlier...
The...
The previous program!
Dr. Dre:
Yo man I need some muthafucking pussy
MC Ren:
Hell yeah, bitches around this muthafucka
Eazy-E:
I don't need shit
Dr. Dre:
Bust a left up here on Sunset, aight
MC Ren:
Yo check it out, there go some bitches right there, you want me to pull over?
Dr. Dre:
Yeah pull over, pull over
Dr. Dre:
Ay ayo bitch come here, let me talk to you for a minute
Hooker:
Wha what? You talkin' to me?
Eazy-E:
Nah ya mama bitch, you know who the fuck we talking 'bout
Dr. Dre:
Get yo muthafuckin' ass over here
Hooker:
Well what you want big boy?
MC Ren:
ayy wassup, wassup
Hooker:
What you mean "wassup", what kinda money you talking 'bout?
MC Ren:
Money? Bitch you better open up yo mouth and suck my dick
Hooker:
What kinda money you talkin' about black ass or keep on walking now wassup baby?
MC Ren:
Suck my dick bitch
MC Ren:
Grab dat bitch, grab dat bitch
Dr. Dre:
Get yo muthafuckin' ass in the car
MC Ren:
Grab dat grab dat bitch  fuck that motherfucker in the a fuck that motherfucker in the a
Hooker:
Let me go, let me go, come on let me go
Eazy-E:
I ain't fuckin' this bitch  fuck this bitch man
MC Ren:
Fuck wrong wit' you man shootin' this bitch in my shit
Eazy-E:
Why ya should put the bitch in the goddamn car anyway
MC Ren:
Shit all over the seats man
Dr. Dre:
Ayy man fuck that, fuck that bitch man, throw ya mothafucking hands out
Yo, there go sum mo bitches over there blow the muthafuckin' horn
Cruisin' down the street in my 64'
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin' some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' shit
Donald B in the place to give me the pace
He said, My man JD is on freebase
The boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, L.A. Times, front page
'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' shit
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin' that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinkin'
And from the 8-ball, my breath start stinkin'
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left, I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb h*** says somethin' that made me mad
She said somethin' that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid *** by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin *** wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the h***
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross, cold knocked him out
'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***
I'm rollin' hard now, I'm under control
Then wrapped my 6-4 'round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home, I see the G ride
Now Kat is drivin', Kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Kat got beaten for resistin' arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guess
Now G is caught for doin' the crime
Fourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time
'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the County Jail
Two days later in Municipal Court
Kilo G on trial, cold cut a fart
Disruption of a court said the judge
On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire, then came Suzy
The *** came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
'Coz the boyz-n-the-hood are always hard
You come talkin' that trash, we'll pull your card
Knowin' nothin' in life but to be legit
Don't quote me, boy 'coz I ain't sayin' ***
[Verse 5: Dr. Dre, MC Ren,
Dr Dre & MC Ren
]
What do you call a crew that can rap like that?
Yo N.W.A call them muthafuckas wack
Yeah, you know what time it is, listen to why we call them wack
They got a wacky wack record with a wacky wack crew
Yo, what about the lyrics?
That shit's wacky wack too
With a fucked up style and a fucked up show
Ayo Ren, what about the scratching, is it def?
Fuck no!
The muthafuckin' record is so muthafuckin' wack
They musta did it on a muthafuckin' sixteen-track
Yeah, don't ever think you can get none, you stupid muthafuckas!
Motherfuckin' nowhere, motherfucker!
Nah Fuck you
Fuck you!
Fuck you!
Aye, thi ye, you better come pick me up from this motherfucker, that's all I know. Aye aye what you talkin' bout phone check nigga, you better wait your turn fool. Aye come get me up outta here baby, that's on the real. Aye, if you don't i'll tell my other bitch to come get me, fuck it, I'll just drop you, fuck it!
{Dr. Dre}
Yo' wassup niggas and niggettes. If you ever have a problem like this, don't call that broke ass nigga you got and don't call that sorry bitch that don't give a fuck about you anyway. What you need to do is call 1-900-2-Compton
1-900-2-Compton, that's 1-900-2-Compton. This show was sponsored by the niggas that don't give a fuck phone line!
Four bad motherfuckers
Get off the dick motherfucker
Yo, yeah, we're back in this motherfucker
Controlling the 1990s
So you better step the fuck back
If you know; it's good for your motherfucking ass
Yo, you know what? - we're outta here..
Hi!
 
... and it gets excited!
... balance and illustration
And that's tomorrow's forecast. Back to you Jim
Thanks, Dick! Now have a man, Hale Anderson LIVE at the arena for tonight's N.W.A
Concert. What's goin' on down there, Hale?
No more NWA!
Well, Jim the riders has getting pretty round a here
I think we will has some fights here, and here the authorities coming on their way because they appears to me...
Some people in black has standin' on the roof...
I hear gunshots!!
There Please, stop! Stop!
There they go! Oh, wait, wait! 
Take the fuckin' camera on! 'Ey, Hart, stop!
STOP THE FUCKIN' CAMERA!
I MEAN, HELP!
SHUT THAT, SHUT THAT SHIT OFF!
FUCK! CHARLES, TURN THE FUCKIN' CAMERA OFF, YOU MOTHAFUCKA... 
Hahahahahahaha!
Real niggas, straight off the streets of Compton
Quick to get in your shit without a second thought
And if your ass get smoked, it's my bullet you caught
So if you're talking shit about the niggas in black 
Bow down to the King's and Raider hats
They played out, that's what niggas were chanting
One nigga left and they said: we ain't happening
People had thought, we was finished and then done wit
But if you think about it, yo, we really ain't done shit
Yet, so cover your ears and wipe your tears
And quit sniffing all over my dick for new ideas
And when the new record comes, I'll come like a fucking bump
Asking for fucking money, don't buy you a fucking crumb
You're on the dicks of four niggas not one
And when it comes to dicks, you don't even have one
So brace yourself to make sure you don't get fucked up
Because if I let you slide, it's just cause you lucked up
Don't come in my face again, because I'm a floor you
And if you're a bitch, I'ma fucking ignore you
Because my attitude is a little bigger
Cause MC Ren is one of the Real Niggas
Lost in a motherfucking world of madness
Sadness, but Dre is just a nigga that gladdest
Sucking motherfuckers like you, making whack jams
Because it only shows you how dope I am
Never try to ignore us
When I'm expressing, standstill like you're full of Rigor Mortis
Cause I'm a real nigga, but I guess you figure
You can break me, take me, but watch me pull the trigger
Dre is just a nigga with heart, a nigga that's smart
A nigga that's paid; to say what others are scared to play
We started out with too much cargo
So I'm glad we got rid of Benedict Arnold
Yo, N.W.A., criticized for what we say
But I'ma do the shit anyway
Cause I'm the motherfucking doctor, never faking
Yo, Yella, kick the motherfucking break in
It's the real thing
You are now   ----] Dr. Dre
Real, real niggas, niggas
Yeah, motherfucker, it's the real thing
You are now   ----] Dr. Dre
Real, real niggas, niggas
N.W.A. - Straight Outta motherfucking Compton
Taking over shit in all of the 1990s
Yo, Dr. Dre, DJ Yella, Eazy-E and I am MC Ren
Yo, N.W.A. taking over this motherfucker y'all
Everybody, put your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Everybody, put your motherfuckin' hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Come on, get with it..
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
And it's funny 'cause all these stupid suckers are riding
We started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it
The number's even - now I'm leavin'
We're never gettin' took by a woman with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so stupid, they'll never find me
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a tired brother on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home so I better run fast
Tearin' up everything in sight
It's a little crazy young brother dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, is stopped and done and
Four young brothers goin' crazy with
A 100 miles of runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'
And it's funny 'cause all these stupid suckers are riding
We started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it
So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it
The number's even - now I'm leavin'
We're never gettin' took by a woman with a weave in
Her and the troops are right behind me
But they're so stupid, they'll never find me
One more mile to go through the dark streets
Runnin' like a tired brother on my own two feet
But you know I never stumble or lag last
I'm almost home so I better run fast
Tearin' up everything in sight
It's a little crazy young brother dodging the searchlight
Now that chase, is stopped and done and
Four young brothers goin' crazy with
A 100 miles of runnin'!
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
But anyway, fuck all the shit you know
You know cause huh, most people in Compton don't give a fuck. Young niggas gangbangers, same fucking thing with the police. All we do is rap about it. You know, you know, you know, you know cause police is like fucking with people, you know. Niggas stop you, throw you on the ground and shit. You know, put a gun to your head and shit. You know what I'm saying?
You know just fuck with you for no reason. Anyway, huh fuck the police
Yo, because I'm in it for life
And in the beginning I was stacking
Now everyone wanna jack-in
Watching a softy, punk strong as coffee
A brother like that best to back up off me
Yo, cause these are the days and the times of the real G
You cross me, you getting tossed see
And that's on the real, cause I'm know to get ill
Again and again, so tell them what's up Ren
If I'm not into nothing, I don't feel right
So I get my boys and we roll yo, and start some wrecking at night
Because I can never conceive myself from sittin' in a cell
Where the crime was too tragic I couldn't make bail
So now they gotta hold me
And listen to rehabilitation over and over, sayin' they told me
But I don't really care, cause I know my music is bumping
Now Ren is always into something
And fuck it, I'ma just let you talk to Ren, man
He can tell you a little better than I can and shit
 Alright
 Hold on!!
Express yourself
Express yourself
Come on and do it
Express yourself
Express yourself
Come on and do it
Fuck tha police!
Fuck tha police!
Fuck tha police!
Fuck tha police!
The verdict:
The jury has found you guilty of being a redneck
White bread, chickenshit motherfucker
Wait, that's a lie! That's a goddamn lie!
Get him out of here!
I want justice!
Get him the fuck out my face!
I want justice!
Out, right now!
Fuck you, you black motherfuckers!
Fuck tha police!
Fuck tha police!
Fuck tha police!
Fuck tha police!
Yo, pass the brew Ren while I tear it up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Eazy-E's in the place, I got money and juice
Ron-De-Vu's with me and we make the deuce
Dre makes the beats so funk funk funky
Do the Olde 8, forget the brass monkey
Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say
Hail to the homies from C.I.A
Krazy D is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams, so give us respect
Make a toast for every punk to the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's breaking out and got the 8-ball rolling
Man, I'm outta here
In the city, city of Compton
In the city, city of Compton
City-City, City of Compton
City-City, City of Compton
City-City, City of Compton
City-City, City of Compton
City-City, City of Compton
You know what I'm saying you know what I'm saying
All you people listening thank you for all your money
Hahahah we really appreciate it, its going to a very useful cause
The help Dre get a brand new Testorossa Ferrari Fund.
Hahahaha
 Ayyio Ren, won't tell them what the fuck you are, home boy
  Ruthless Villain superstar
 Yo, I don't think they heard you, won't tell them what you are
I'm a Ruthless gangster, definition Villain
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin'
So call the police cause that's all you could do "but what?"
He'll get away without leavin' a clue  "yeah"
Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief
But, referred to as a walkin' thief
They say he's a bad influence for the kids, home boy
 Why the fuck they're blamin' him?
  Cause he's the one that they jock
 Cause he's the... 
Rakim, check this out
Yo, you go to your girl's house and I'll go to mine
'Cause my girl is definitely mad 'cause it took us too long to do this album
Yo, I hear what you're saying, so let's just pump the music up and count our money
Yo, well check this out
Yo, Elai
Turn the bass down and just let the beat keep on rocking
And we outta here
Yo, what happened to peace?
Peace, peace, peace
I hold the microphone like a grudge
B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge
I hold a conversation 'cause what I invent
I nominated my DJ for president
When I emcee, I'll keep a freestyle going steadily
So pucker up and whistle my melody
But whatever you do, don't miss one
There'll be another rough rhyme after this one
Before you know it, you're following and fiending
Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning
Like before the moral of my story I'm telling
Nobody beats the R, so stop yelling
Save it, put it in your pocket for later
'Cause I'm moving the crowd, and B'll wreck the fader
No interruptions, and the mic is broke
When I'm gone, then you can joke
'Cause everything is real, on a serious tip
Keep playing and I get furious quick
And I'll take you for a walk through hell
Freeze your dome, then watch your eyeballs swell
Guide you out of triple-stage darkness
When it get dark again, then I'ma spark this microphone
'Cause the heat is on, you see smoke
And I'm finished when the beat is gone— I'm no joke
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorized it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's created for emcees in the place
They try to listen 'cause I'm dissin' them, so pick up your face
Shook off your neck as you try to detect my pace
Now you're druggin', almost buggin' off my rhyme, like bass
The melody that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, emcees still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather, inclined to be clever
Emcees you beat the R, I'll say "oh never"
So Eric B. cut it easily and
Check out my melody
Rakim
The R
Rakim'll say peace
Follow the leader
Follow the leader
I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphones instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles complicated
'Cause I grabbed the mic and try to say, "Yes y'all"
They tried to take it and say that I'm too small
Cool 'cause I don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker pull the plug then I jet
Back to the lab without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the other one, then I make another one
To this the opposite then ask if the brother's done
I get a cravin' like I fiend for nicotine
But I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm ragin', rippin' up the stage and
Don't it sound amazin' 'cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, 'cause it's sort of an addiction
Magnetized by the mixing
Vocals, vocabulary, your verses, you're stuck in
The mic is a Drano, volcanoes eruptin'
Rhymes overflowin', gradually growin'
Everything is written in the cold, so it can coincide
My thoughts to guide
Forty eight
tracks to slide
The invincible, microphone fiend, Rakim
Spread the word 'cause I'm in
E-F-F-E-C-T, a
smooth operator operating correctly
But back to the problem, I got a habit
You can't solve it, silly rabbit
The prescription is a hyper tone that's thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Give me a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness, beware, it's the re animatora menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'
You see a part of me that you never seen
When I'm fiendin' for a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
After twelve, I'm worse than a Gremlin
Feed me hip-hop and I start tremblin'
The thrill of suspense is intense, you're horrified
But this ain't the cinemas of ,'Tales From the Darkside'
By any means necessary, this is what has to be done
Make way 'cause here I come
My DJ cuts material, grand imperial
It's a must that I bust any mic you hand to me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
I wrote the rhyme that broke the bull's back
If that don't slow 'em up, I carry a full pack
Now I don't wanna have to let off, you should of kept off
You didn't keep the stage warm, step off
Ladies and gentleman, you're about to see
A pastime hobby about to be
Take it to the maximum, I can't relax see, I'm
Hype as a hypochondriac 'cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, somethin' you can't smoke
More than dope, you're tryin' to move away but you can't, you're broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
Any entertainer, I got a torture chamber
One on one and I'm the remainder
So close your eyes and hold your breath
And I'ma hit you with the blow of death
Before you go, you'll remember you seen
The fiend of a microphone, I'm the microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
The microphone fiend
Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy cause the beat is fresh
Now if you're from Uptown, Brooklyn-bound
The Bronx, Queens, and Long Island Sound
Even other states come right and exact
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release
The rest is up to you, Rakim'll say peace
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
You got it
A brand new morn', no time to yawn
Shower's on, power's on
Late for school, I catch the train
Girls sip the style and whisper my name
I push up like an exercise
Check they intellect and inspect the thighs
Select the best one, pull her to the side
Keep her occupied for the rest of the ride
Read her my résumé
, she know already? Cool
Just meet me after school
We can moan and groan until your moms come home
And you'll be callin' me Al "Dope" Capone
Sweatin' me, she didn't want to let me loose
Come get me, that's if you want to sip the juice
'Cause the streets await me, so I take my gun off safety
'Cause a lot of niggas hate me
Comin' out of the building, they set me up
Sprayed with automatics, they wet me up
In a puddle of blood, I lay close to the edge
I guess I didn't Know the Ledge
I made it easy to dance to this
But can you detect what's coming next from the flex of the wrist?
Say indeed and I'll proceed 'cause my man made a mix
If he bleed he won't need no band-aid to fix
Eric B is on the cut and my name is Rakim
Never sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique
Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
If it's meant to be hip-hop if you're not mentally as well
Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
Into the mic, so unite and this won't be so bored
If you just keep kickin' listen - to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style - it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front 'cause my rhyme's the oxygen
Then wave your hand - when you're ready I'll send you
Into your favorite dance but let the rhyme continue
And so on and I'mma go on simultaneously
And even if I stop - the rhyme remains to be
Rising to the top - and I came to drop it
Catch it and quiz it - is my topic
Universual 'cause I move everybody to come
By exercising your mind you'll coincide as one
Then look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd - like an architect
The five borroughs react and all the islands attract
And every state can't wait - so they attack
Off a spot on the floor - squeeze in 'cause it's packed
It'll be more room if MCs play the back
I'm the R the A to the K-I-M
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
The microphone fiend if I was a fake
Whoever said it's just buggin' off the rhymes I make
I had you biting your tongue for what I brung and recite
Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like
The voice on the record - I see what you mean
Because the system was wack, so I had to scream
So just - give me a mic if it's loud I'll blow it
If not - into the crowd I'll throw it
Pull out my cordless mic then entertain you well
Before I let go I'mma spark your brain cells
I took time to write - tonight I will recite
So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight
Rhymes start flowin', kisses are blowin'
MCs are knowin' that's why they're goin'
Home to tell a friend when the party ends
"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"
'Cause mic by mic and stage by stage
Tape by tape and page by page
When the crowd is moving I compete with the mix
The rougher the cuts - the rougher the rhyme gets
Deeper and deeper - I hope you understand it
I made it up myself and I planned it
For other MCs who waste time
Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme
I cross my arms and I was waiting - but I was hating
The rappers on the microphone was fronting - just faking
They wasn't breakin', which means I was achin'
To get up on the microphone and then start takin'
Control of the mic
- uptight when I grabbed it
So hug the speaker - your ear's a magnet
Attracted to a freestyle put in effect
You listen to the man while you're sippin' Moet
So Eric, pick up the needle  put it in the middle 
Give me a scratch, turn my mic up a little
I want you to hear this perfectly clear
Catch what I'm sayin'? You get the idea?
I hope you knowledge the beginning 'cause I'm finished, this song
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on...
The "R" is in the house, too much tension!
Make sure the system's loud when I mention
Phrases that's fearsome, you wanna hear some
Sounds that not only pounds but please your eardrums
I sit back and observe the whole scenery
Then nonchalantly tell you what it mean to me
Strictly business, I'm quickly in this mood
And I don't care if the whole crowd's a witness
I'mma tear you apart but I'mma spare you a heart
Program into the speed of the rhyme, prepare to start
Rhythm's out of the radius, insane as the craziest
Musical madness MC ever made, see it's
Now an emergency, open-heart surgery
Open your mind, you will find every word'll be
Furier than ever, I remain the future
Battle's temptin',
whatever suits ya!
From words to sentence, there's no resemblance
You think you're rougher? Then suffer the consequences!
I'm never dyin', terrifyin' results
I wake ya with hundreds of thousands of volts
Mic-to-mouth resuscitation, rhythm with radiation
Novocain ease the pain, it might save him
If not, Eric B.'s the judge, the crowd's the jury
How do I plead to homicide?
Lyrics of fury!
They're gettin' furier!
A fearified freestyle!
I'm from the 
Word up
Peace
Over me, she’s goin’ crazy
She’ll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she’d have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain’t finessed mahogany
Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know, they;ll blow the hell up
If I slow up they'll catch up, hell no
Wicked as I kicked it, don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it, reversed and switched it
To perform to perfection, section for section
Rhymes keep connectin', ya guessin' what's next and
Blood pressure rises, ya damn near lost it
Ya hit the ground burnin', and woke up frostbit
'Cause when I explained, ya can't complain for pain
Travel through the brain, hit a vein, then remain
Let it radiate, vibes will vibrate, why did you violate?
Now I'ma have to let the style break
Moans now, the tone is ingrown
After this gets thrown, gimme another microphone
Before I get that, fifi I met
Whisper "I wanna reach her intellect"
Kiss her, 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let my light reflect
Hold her, mold her, make her feel older
Lay her on my shoulder, everything I told her
Makes her feel secure, whenever I'm with her
And you know how I did her, me and the rhythm hit her
'Cause now I know what's on your mind
Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this
Fever, was it me or either summer madness
'Cause I just can't stand around
So I get closer and the closer I get, the better it sound
My mind starts to activate, rhymes collaborate
'Cause when I heard the beat I just had to make
Something from the top of my head
So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said
How could I move the crowd
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instruction, put it together
It's simple ain't it, but quite clever
Some of you've been trying to write rhymes for years
But weak ideas irritating my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
'Cause, if not, and you got more, I'll wait
But don't make me wait too long 'cause I'ma move on
The dancefloor when they put something smooth on
So turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud
'Cause I like to move the crowd
Imagine me with the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger every time I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone is departed
So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixing
Everyone is moving but eager to listen
Your hands in the air, your mouth is shut
'Cause I'm on the mic and Eric B is on the cut
For those that know me, indeed I like to flow
Especially when the music's going slow
It gives me a chance to let everybody know
It's time to bust out the Rakim show
I'm the intelligent, wise on the mic I will rise
Right in front of your eyes 'cause I am a surprise
So I'mma let my knowledge be born to a perfection
All praises due to Allah and that's a blessing
With knowledge of self, there's nothing I can't solve
At 360 degrees I revolve
This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven
Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep moving
Competition for this and the mixin is none
It's no competition
Competition is none!
Causalities Of War
Causalities Of War
Causalities Of War
(Im nin'alu daltei n'divim
Daltei marom lo nin'alu
El Chai mareimawm)
Check this out
Yo, you go to your girl house and I’ll go to mine
‘Cause my girl is definitely mad cause it took us to long to do this album
Yo, I hear what you saying so let’s just pump the music up…
And count our money
Yo well check this out, Yo Eli
Turn the bass down and just let the beat keep on rocking
And we outta here
(Pump up the volume
Pump up the volume)
(Daltei marom lo nin'alu
El Chai mareimawm)
Yo, what happened to peace?
Peace
(Def with the record
Def with the record
Def with the record)
Kill 'em again!
Dangerous rhymes performed like surgery
Cuts so deep, you'll be bleedin' burgundy
My intellect wrecks and disconnects your cerebral cortex
Your cerebellum is next!
Your conscience becomes sub-conscious
Soon, your response is nonsense
The last words are blurred, mumbled then slurred
Then your verbs are no longer heard
You get your lung fried so good you're tongue-tied
He couldn't swing or hang, so he hung 'till he died
Reincarnate him and kill him again
Again and again, again and again
I leave him in the mausoleum so you can see him
I got a dead-emceein' museum
When I create 'em, I cremate 'em and complicate 'em
You can't save 'em, there's no ultimatum
Mics lay around full of ashes, with the victim's name in slashes
Got a long list and I'mma get every one of ya
Beware of The Punisher!
Then I'ma kill 'em again!
Wake 'em up... kill 'em again!
I'm the Alpha with no Omega
Beginnin' without the end
, so play the
Ironside, no extended version
Next episode'll be smooth as a Persian
Rhymes everlastin', there'll be no part 2
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to
Draw a better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo
I'm the brother who ideas are colorful
Givin' 'em insight, but givin' 'em trouble to
Comprehend 'cause their thoughts won't blend in
They're pretendin', while I'm extendin'
You bite like a parasite, static when you attach
But you won't strike 'cause you ain't no match
You need more light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter, G? Check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and die hard, you ain't ever ready
When they check your pulse, you'll be dead as Freddie
Shop in Sears for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize it, try to disguise it
If that don't work, yo, then Midasize it
You need more power, better bring Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin', Jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop workin'
Then I'mma leave you behind the Iron Curtain
And you'll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin', at least you went out rappin'
Now, I'mma tell 'em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now, scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist
Sprayed him, he said he was gonna do what?
Played him, MC Grand Pooh-Butt
Stole his lady, and drove her crazy
You asked me why, 'cause her man tried to play me
I sent her back a nervous wreck
And tried to put her back in check
My specialty is masterin' the female species
I specialize in her, until she sees
Where I come from and why I came
I tame and train til she manifest my name
Fill her with life until she burst with energy
Then leave her restless, 'cause a lot of women be
Tryin' to drain us, and leave us stripped dry
Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly
I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth
And tell you what life is worth
It ain't rings and things that's materialistic
You wanna pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, 'cause I'm your shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot, why haunt?
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm your ears
Like mink earmuffs
So, Eric, show 'em how fast your hands'll go
So the people in the stands'll know
That you don't scratch your cuts engrave
Moves in waves to my rhyme displays
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep 'em energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
Don't forget it's copacetic, set it
Anywhere you want, your poetry's pathetic
You gets no credit til you get it straight
Let's motivate
No intermissions 'cause it ain't commercial
If you wanna break, then I'll reimburse you
I won't let go so my mic won't drop, 'cause...
Vocabs is endless, vocals exist
Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this
Especially when I start to say the
Rhymes with no Omega
No Omega
No Omega
I'm the Alpha with no Omega
Beginnin' without the end
, so play the
Ironside, no extended version
Next episode'll be smooth as a Persian
Rhymes everlastin', there'll be no part 2
Knowledge is infinite, once I start to
Draw a better picture for your third eye, if you're blind
You know with a mic, I'm a black Michaelangelo
I'm the brother who ideas are colorful
Givin' 'em insight, but givin' 'em trouble to
Comprehend 'cause their thoughts won't blend in
They're pretendin', while I'm extendin'
You bite like a parasite, static when you attach
But you won't strike 'cause you ain't no match
You need more light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the Lord Rakim
What's the matter, G? Check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You try hard and die hard, you ain't ever ready
When they check your pulse, you'll be dead as Freddie
Shop in Sears for new ideas
Check your engine and ask your engineers
To equalize it, try to disguise it
If that don't work, yo, then Midasize it
You need more power, better bring Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin', Jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
We can go rhyme for rhyme til the mic stop workin'
Then I'mma leave you behind the Iron Curtain
And you'll remain backstage
Your book is over, I ripped your last page
Changed the endin', at least you went out rappin'
Now, I'mma tell 'em what happened
I filled the mic with explosives and lit it up
It was too heavy to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now, scrape him off the floor and off my list
I ain't a soloist, I'm an arsonist
Sprayed him, he said he was gonna do what?
Played him, MC Grand Pooh-Butt
Stole his lady, and drove her crazy
You asked me why, 'cause her man tried to play me
I sent her back a nervous wreck
And tried to put her back in check
My specialty is masterin' the female species
I specialize in her, until she sees
Where I come from and why I came
I tame and train til she manifest my name
Fill her with life until she burst with energy
Then leave her restless, 'cause a lot of women be
Tryin' to drain us, and leave us stripped dry
Put holes in our pocket, but you ain't that fly
I clipped your wings and bring you down to Earth
And tell you what life is worth
It ain't rings and things that's materialistic
You wanna pip on, imperialist with
Food for thought, 'cause I'm your shelter
I'll be your clothes, keep you warm and help ya
Not to be hot to trot, why haunt?
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
Cool, I heat you up like a black mink coat
Hug your neck like a fat gold rope
Words I speak and my DJ's cuts will warm your ears
Like mink earmuffs
So, Eric, show 'em how fast your hands'll go
So the people in the stands'll know
That you don't scratch your cuts engrave
Moves in waves to my rhyme displays
Float, evoke, my tempo jets
Expressions express when you kick steps
Keep 'em energetic, so let it
Pound in your head til what I said is embedded
Don't forget it's copacetic, set it
Anywhere you want, your poetry's pathetic
You gets no credit til you get it straight
Let's motivate
No intermissions 'cause it ain't commercial
If you wanna break, then I'll reimburse you
I won't let go so my mic won't drop, 'cause...
Vocabs is endless, vocals exist
Rhyme goes on, so no one can stop this
Especially when I start to say the
Rhymes with no Omega
No Omega
No Omega
How could I keep my composure?
When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure?
Release, then veins in the brains increase
When I let off, make a wish and blow the smoke off my piece
Unloadin', unfold and the rhymes are explodin'
And the mic that I'm holding's golden
Cordless 'cause the wire caught fire like a fuse
Gunpowder and the slightest bruise is a friction
The outcome is near, so listen, here's a brief description:
A boom and flame and smoke, ashes are dust to dust
Contact is compact when I bust
MC's are now in a massacre, a disaster, a master at fashion, I
Beat to death, to a pulp 'til it can't pump
Speakers ain't sayin' nothin', now the ball can thump
As I'm lookin', I stand like brick buildings in Brooklyn
Then the stage is took, then
Havoc struck that could product a holocaust
Keep in touch the mic when you're holdin' yours
Huffin' and puffin' and slobbin' and droolin'
Nothing's pumpin', who do you think ya foolin'?
Tommy Tucker? The neighborhood sucker?
What you oughta do... is pick up a tempo
From what I invent, so hard not to bite, but you can't prevent, so
You start to kidnap
, I watch a kid rap
When he get off, he know he shouldn't have did that
Minor, old-timer, weak rhymer, stay in liner
You won't be inclined to go so, yo
Maybe later, you're gonna be
But for now, you're almost one of me
Now, the immature imitation's taken from originations
Made by changin' and a little arrangin'
So, perform, if ya still ain't warm, maybe after a roast
By the host with the most, it's a Musical Massacre
Never tired, don't even try it, keep quiet
Like a storm, you could rain, but I riot
Remains and gains power just like The Towering Inferno
The beat's gonna burn, so
Distance is kept, you better watch your step
Volunteers go from here and get
Ya out of the flames, pre-heat, the temperature change
Anywhere within the range of Celsius
Fahrenheit on the mic might melt, see it
Burns soon as it's felt, see, it's
Torchin', scorchin', mic's pipin' hot
Steamin', who's schemin'? Nah, ya not
James Brown must've been dusted, disgusted
Now he can't be trusted
Embalmed with fluids, static can cause explosion
In fact, impact's closin' in
Time was up, so I release a time bomb
Beat gives me a heat-stroke, but I rhyme calm
Pull out the tool, sometimes I wanna break fool...
But I was cool like one in the chamber
Let's play a game of rhymin' roulette
Then put me up to your brain, then name a rhyme about ya clout
One mistake... ya out
If this is demonstration, it can't be the same show
Maybe you're too fly, somewhere over the rainbow
Courage, heart, and brain, you need rhymes
Turn on your mic, snap your fingers three times... you're gone
Or the story won't end the same, and you'll feel the flame
The potion was weak, make another antidote
What's the science? Why can't ya quote?
Elements for musical intelligence, rhymes are irrelevant
No development, and that settles it
Go manufacture a match, send me after a blast
Of a master that has to make Musical Massacre!
We gotta teach the children every day, keep a song
Show them the light, teach them right from wrong
Make some sense so they can carry on
Teach the children
We gotta teach the children so that they can sing along
Understand the words in this song
Can't be done when we're gone, so
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, put your hands together
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
You know what I'm sayin'?
The microphone fiend Rakim in full effect
DJ Eric B. need more records to wreck
To the Queens posse, you’re doin' it with the R
Brooklyn, you’re doin' it with The R
The Bronx is doin' it with The R
Manhattan, keep doin' it with The R
And Strong Island, you’re doin it with The R
Wyandanch and the Paid In Full posse doin' it with The R
Peace to the Nation of Islam
And I'm outta here
Out, out, out
Tempo's movin' and I'm hopin' it'll never fade away
The beat is groovin', words are soothin'
And please tell me that you're here to stay
In the mornin' and I'm hopin' the mornin' come again
Hold me close and give me another dose and
Keep the beat, don't ever let it end
Put on my thinking cap, pump the track
Test your reflex, relax but in contact
You fold and lose control so hold your partner closer
You're supposed to keep your composure
But you hear the drumset go then it gets so hype
It's like nitro, opponents get petro
Remember the trademark left by the R
That's never soft or smooth, it's coming off the hardest
In effect, you could detect the imposter
Taking my props, Rakim is still proper
I'm a prophet, you can't stop it when I drop it
Everything I say coincide with the topic
Thoughts bounce around till my skull is fractured
Inside my brain it's all manufactured
As we go deeper it's hard to find
Don't even think about it, 'cause you can't read my mind
It's clear so therefore you need a ear or inclined
In the mind with some kind of idea for
The style I'm advertising what is true
Keep advising you to stay wise and the mind
Is untouchable
Pass the hand grenade, it's gonna blow 'cause I took out the pin
Detached the detonator, data sent
Programmed with protons
,
equipped with predicates
Electrons and elements just fit
Your pronoun hits the ground and that's that
Hit the floor like a meteor so get back
Commas and quotation marks separate the sparks
Followed the course in to avoid getting sharked
More volts than a lightning bolt, handle with care
I'm far from fragile, warfare won't tear
Armed and dangerous, trained for combat
Let off rounds and they won't respond back
Explosions I made to invade your parade
Your weak beats decay til they can't get played
Wrong elements in the mic, they get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade
After the stage gets warm, I heat it up
The crowd gets charged, I speed it up
They couldn't get warm, gimme a cut
The rhyme gets good, so eat it up
Food for thought until your thoughts is sore
Fill up a coliseum, I can serve them all
Bake another plate, and cook it far from raw
And if you're overweight, then here's some more
'Cause every dish I make tastes great and plus filling
If I sold a third of my rhymes, I make a killing
Get the salt and pepper from the maid
Get the blood off the blade, pass the hand grenade
If you try this, your response is tonsillitis
I'm leaving authors and writers with arthritis
You got the slightest ideas, I got the brightest
Here's the lightest, so clear, it's out of sight, it's
Dark, but from the darkness, came the light
The night is the time for Ra to recite it
Educated, but complicated style
For all the biters, I'm shutting rappers up like Midas
I got the force of a Turbo Porsche
You get lost in the source and then thrown off course
You can't destroy the decoy's to detour
No sense of direction so what's your speed for
You wouldn't have never made it, how many styles have I created
So many rhymes I bust, you're frustrated
Then the mic will self-destruct, you'll get sprayed
Pass the hand grenade
See if you can step to this
Back to the lab
Now try to do this step
And make sure the pace is kept
And this ain't as smooth as I'mma get
Nice and easy but hard to catch on to
Move with melodies, rhymes to respond to
The mic's in front of me, so you know it's gonna be
Rough and rugged, plus I'm smooth as I wanna be
I'm something like sipping on Dom Perignon
So absorb the song, til the rhyme's all gone
My beats and speech original, you can't find these
Eighty-nine is mine, so is the nineties
Telling you what you need to know and more
You're unsure? On tour, I explore
From street to street, to speak, from beat after beat
My cipher's complete, when I build with people I meet
So here's the info straight from the source in fact
Paid the cost to be the boss, step back
Give me room to exercise the mind
360 degrees'll be fine
The weight of the world is what we hold
That's a six, followed by twenty-one zeroes
Six sextillion tons is a lot of weight
My truth is the strength and my thought won't break
What it take, concentration, to rebuild our
Nation but we got to have mind power
And we can make it work, because I know we can
And if something go wrong, make another plan
It's up to us, so strive and be wise and
When we reach the top, don't stop rising
And I'll keep coming up with more of
The most requested songs that you all love
Reach out and touch the mic, take control
Still getting paid and I still got soul
And the only thing I ever wanted you to follow was poetry
Mind takes X-rays, so listen closely
From the darkness came the light, clear out of a dark night
Now I'm here to spark the mic
Send out truth, for other groups and substitutes
With run-on rhymes and weak dubs and loops
They'd rather hear the arsonist, they insist
No need to reminisce, see if you can step to this
Just step, the rhymes create energy
Charged up, by the cut, and it's sending me
For a trip through the mind so I can locate
A laid back rap at a slow rate
It ain't hard at all, cause I invented it
As the days go on, you hear them with it
Brother busting brain cells, thinking of a rap
With the same old style, we had enough of that
We all need something to step to
And don't forget to, cause I won't let you
Dance without hoping that this come on next
And if it go off, the DJ can't flex
Cause here's the tempo, I'mma regulate the pace
Here's the step, go find some space
And what we gonna do is in unison, kick
Shake your head, you're influenced with music
By now you're intoxicated, cause I prove I made it
The pep your step so soon you get rejuvenated
From side to side, you pause and clap
But if you came to rap.. 
The crime rate in New York State elevate
A city filled with hate, more deaths accumulate
Drug wars daily, a lot of blood spilled
Kids on the playground shot down and killed
Nobody wants to live on the first floor no more
'Cause stray bullets explore
We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely
And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be
Rubbed out in a quest for clout
The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out
Half of the projects is dead or locked up
Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up
Human abortion create distortions
And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when
Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born
 What's going on?
The crime rate in New York State elevate
A city filled with hate, more deaths accumulate
Drug wars daily, a lot of blood spilled
Kids on the playground shot down and killed
Nobody wants to live on the first floor no more
'Cause stray bullets explore
We're killing ourselves off slowly but surely
And at the end of the year, I'm sure many more'll be
Rubbed out in a quest for clout
The rest'll be drugged out, this is bugged out
Half of the projects is dead or locked up
Kids getting kidnapped and then found chopped up
Human abortion create distortions
And that's just a portion, you know that we're lost when
Babies are addicted to drugs when they are born
 What's going on?
Check one, then I'ma check another one too
The R's brand-new so you can view a few
I got an exquisite exhibit, explicit
Is it a whizz-kid or Kid Wizard? Well, is it?
Relax, I'll track, out lap the half stepper
Here come the right one baby, I'm Dr. Pepper
So check the Richter scale,  rhymes overload
Blow up and explode abrupt and reload the code
You can't pinpoint or locate the rate
Or evaluate the up-to-date
Stayed upfront, laid back, coming off on track
Girls want some of this because I'm all that
Sweat the concept as the ep's in depth
As the track is kept, you can't intercept the step
Reacts and projects and attracts and it gets
To the max and in-depth, it attacks but it's relaxed with pep
Relaxed with pep
Relaxed with pep
It's relaxed with pep
Run for cover
Here I go again, ready to flow again
Better hope my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical, can't keep calm
Jet for the exit, why hang around?
Words that I found make the mic melt down
If you stay, better cooperate, cuz I  amputate
And whoever don't break, I'mma suffocate
Leave em with asthma, you better pass the
Mic to the massacre master
that has the
Power to build and destroy at the same time
So track the wack and the right and exact will shine
Make the beat overheat, but I won't stop
So evacuate the spot when the mic's hot
Switch it from one hand to another
And that's a hint, my brother, run for cover
Because I'm armed, my brain contains a bomb
As if I escaped from Vietnam
Some people label me lethal
Lyrics I made then put beats to
Format, collapse your lungs, twist your tongues
You can't bump your gums off of none of the drums
Words that I made'll create an iller scene
Eric B-eing the fly human being on the guillotine
Hook 'em up to a respirator, cause it's the mister suffocator
What I write its like shoving a mic down your windpipe
Don't let him bite rhymes Rakim write
No mic-to-mouth resuscitation is necessary
No obituary, and nothing left to bury
As he strikes on the same mic twice and then
Cut it on, and I'mma strike again
I meditate off the break, till the place shakes
Then I make rain, hail, snow and earthquakes
Speak the truth, tear the roof off the mother
The stage is stomping grounds -- run for cover
Evacuate the building, danger, cause I came to explain a
Strategy that'll be tragic automatically
Havin' me to cause another catastrophe
All you gotta do is give Rakim the
Microphone and the crowd'll yell timber
Buildings collapsin',
rappers getting trapped in
Areas closed off, no one gets back in
So set up roadblocks, barricade the cross-fade
Put a detour sign on the stage
Hold my microphone as evidence, the weapon I use
And been using ever since
The days in the park when, rap was an art then
Plus I was dominant, determined and dark-skinned
Making it hard to walk the streets at night
For those who talk the weak beats on the mic
Whoever's living large better wear camouflage
Prepare to be bumrushed when I yell charge
Surround by the sound of the beat-down another brother
This is stomping grounds, run for cover
Wheels or foot better not stay put
Whole place shook till the mic's unhooked
Then you got seven minutes to vacate the premises
Lyrics'll echo soon as the break finishes
Don't act wild, single file to the door
No need for an encore, just clear the floor
Cause my mic's about to self destruct
The stage'll blow up when my rhymes erupt
So make sure the place is cleared out and abandoned
Cause minutes from now it won't be standin'
Then send out an A.P.B.: All Poets Beware of a brother like me
Now how many rhymes could your man manufacture?
How many biting MCs can I capture?
Trap rappers who try to run off at the mouth
Take over they route, play 'em out like a cub scout
So leave trooping for MCs at war
And if it's a battle let the crowd keep score
Cause me and the drummer make drama, and that's word to mother
Run for cover
I came to set 'em straight, and let 'em know
Whoever's holdin' the best, just let him go
'Cause here's the inside scoop on the fiend
They wanna know why I'm seldom seen
'Cause who needs the TV screens and magazines
Or shootin' through the city in fly limousines
There's one thing I don't like, it's the spotlight
'Cause I already got light
They be like, yo, we had a get together last week
And we know everyone was there except the Black Sheep
Because my schedule is tight, I gotta write
I'm deep in the archives, and keeping 'em hyped
It's been a long time, since you heard a strong rhyme
None of these are weak so when you bite on mine
We can trace the hits and then name that style
MCs'll be out of a job for a while
I re-posess your identification
So, hand in your application
Put your mic on strike until you're unemployed
Contract is up and I'm stampin' it void
Your selection ain't this selective
So I'ma put you in your proper perspective
On the dance-floor, and doin' the shake
Ready to let 'em brake, set 'em straight
Somebody said I set 'em up and pulled the plug on 'em
But instead, I let 'em go on so I could bug on 'em
Go 'head and flow, 'cause I close the show
Swing a song for the ladies and rhyme real slow
For instance, once I commence
The crowd is convinced
So now you know who to put your money on
Hurry up, before your money's gone
'Cause I'm the most common denominator
Orchestrate a rhyme much greater
I'm like a world almanac, so tell the media
Givin' 'em information like encyclopedia
So bring a dictionary so you can look it up
So you know what I mean, when I hook it up
No misconceptions although I complicate
But this concept'll set em straight
They even said that I was locked in jail
So now I guess I'm out on bail?
The only island I was on was the Strong one
And if I did my bid, it'll be a long one
'Cause if I sold weight, I'd be Upstate
In the penile, waitin' for a break
'Cause sellin' drugs is for handicaps
I got too many skills besides bustin' rough raps
If I go to jail, it won't be for sellin' keys
It'll be for murderin' MC's
The beat'll take over your heart, then I start
To cut 'em in half, 'cause rhymes are razor sharp
Secure the exits, all MC's remain
'Cause we got a crowd to entertain
And I know, when I go, I'll flow dangerous
Brains'll bust, what you trying to explain to us?
You got lost, and couldn't go on
Came up short, so here's one to grow on
Elevate off a high IQ
In time, you'll find I'm true
'Cause once I start on a piece of art
From sun to moon and light to dark, I build the Ark
Now you can float off the rhymes I wrote
I'm sure that we'll hit shore without a boat
You could bring a battleship and still get shipwrecked
Attacked with a torpedo, what did you expect?
Driftin' up the creek, without a beat or a paddle
Castaway on a raft and stand fragile
Rescue your crowd, which ain't a hard job
Me and my knowledge put together, I'm a lifeguard
Dealin' with actual facts and solar fact
Here and now, but I go so far back
To bring you up to date, so we can elevate
It's no time to wait or anticipate
'Cause I'm never late, I'm gonna motivate
So I can let 'em break, and set 'em straight
It's to the listeners
It's to the listeners
You still listening?
It's to the listeners
Alright, me being the true mac man that I am, a-yo, check this out. It's just a beat...
They can't wait to kick steps to this
So, I make a skit just for kicks
Syncopated, coursing through
Innovated because the flow
Melodic and melodramatic styles occur
Like a choreographer, my mind's a photographer
Makin' music visible for the individual that gets visual
What I manifest you express on the dance floor
Pants get torn when the jam is on
'Cause I kick rhymes until the rhymes kick back
It's hard to kick that, where did you get that?
Here's the concept, part of your concert
Expect the expert to perfect and do work
Don't stop the song 'til I'm gone
Keep gettin' it on, kick it off with the horns
Kick along
Feel secure
Rest assured
Rest assured
Yo, feel secure
As I, keep 'em eager to listen
I used to always say one day
I'll play in the N-B-A, 'cause I'll slay
Opponents well, and also excel
As a black quarterback in the N-F-L
My goal's to score, so I can hear the crowd roar
Keep 'em out of they're seats, and on the floor
And when I win, it'll pump my adrenaline
My record is undefeated, and I'll win again
I'll never lose or hear boos from the audience
'Cause they participate and applaud me, since
I bring 'em what they want to hear
And they'll fill up the atmosphere
With people that came to party, and have a good time
So when I'm gone, I'm sure, you understood the rhyme
Because I promise to accomplish the mission
'Cause I, keep 'em eager to listen
"Check out my melody"
Here's my melody
Eric B
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorized it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's created for emcees in the place
They try to listen 'cause I'm dissin' them, so pick up your face
Shook off your neck as you try to detect my pace
Now you're druggin', almost buggin' off my rhyme, like bass
The melody that I'm styling, smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, emcees still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather, inclined to be clever
Emcees you beat the R, I'll say "Oh never"
So Eric B. cut it easily and
Check out my melody
"Check out my melody"
The microphone fiend
Yes, my melody
Eric B
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's created for MC's in the place
They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face
Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace
Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass
The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather - inclined to be clever
MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say "Oh never"
So Eric B., cut it easily and
Check out my melody...
Yes, my melody
Eric B
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's created for MC's in the place
They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face
Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace
Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass
The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin
Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
My wisdom is swift, no matter if
My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff
I'm genuine like leather - inclined to be clever
MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say "Oh never"
So Eric B., cut it easily and
Check out my melody...
Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go
Rakim will do the rest of this slow
If I speed they know you'll blow the hell up
If I slow up, catch up, hell no
Wicked as I kecked it
Don't need to remix it
'Cause I prefixed it
Reversed and switched it
To perform to perfection
Section for section
Rhymes keep connectin'
Ya guessin' what's next an'
Blood pressure rise as ya damn near lost it
Ya hit the ground burnin' and woke up frostbitten
'Cause when I explained ya can't complain for pain
Travel through the brain hit a vein
Then remain, let it radiate
Vibes will vibrate
Why did you violate
Now I'm 'a have to let the style brak
Moans now the tone is ingrown
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone
Before I get that fifi I met
Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
Kiss her 'cause I wanna give her the most respect
So I shine and let the write reflect
Hold 'er, mold 'er, make 'er feel older
Lay her on my shoulder
EEverything I told her
Makes her feel secure whenever I'm wit' 'er
And you know how I did 'er
Me and the rhythm hit 'er
Goddam that DJ made my day
Eric B
It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker till you hear it blow
Then plug in the headphone, 'cause here it go
It's a four letter word when it's heard, it control
Your body to dance, you got it, soul
Detects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines
I escape when I finish the rhyme, I got soul
The stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on soul train
But I'll wait, 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the sticks, you got it
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? Then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you wanna get on after me
Knowledge will begin until I finish this song
'Cause the rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on
You sweat as you step about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
If it's meant to be hip-hop, if you're not mentally as well
Ready to absorb the rhyme that I just poured
Into the mic and so unite and this won't be so bored
If you just keep kickin', listen to the mix
And think you'll sink into the rhyme like quicksand
Holds and controls you 'til I leave
You fall deeper in the style, it's hard to breathe
The only time I stop is when somebody drop and then
Bring 'em to the front cause my rhymes' the oxygen
Then wave your hands, when you're ready I'll send you
Into your favorite dance so let the rhyme continue
And so on and I'ma go on simultaneously
And even if I stop, the rhyme remains to be
Rising to the top, and I came to drop it
Catch it and quiz it is my topic
Universal cause I move everybody to come
By exercising your mind you'll coincide as one
You look around and see how packed the party starts to get
I draw a crowd like an architect
The five boroughs react and all the islands attract
And every state can't wait so they attack
Off a spot on the floor squeeze in 'cause it's packed
It'll be more room if MCs play the back
I'm the R the A to the K-I-M
If I wasn't, then why would I say I am
The microphone fiend if I was a fake
Whoever said it's just buggin' off the rhymes I make
I had you biting your tongue for what I brung and recite
Sung it on stage some said it don't sound like
The voice on the record I see what you mean
Because the system was wack, so I had to scream
So just give me a mic if it's loud I'll blow it
If not into the crowd I'll throw it
Pull out my cordless mic and entertain you well
Before I let go I'ma spark your brain cells
I took time to write tonight I will recite
So poetically inclined when the mic is held tight
Rhymes start flowin' kisses are blowin'
MCs are knowin' that's why they're goin'
Home to tell a friend when the party ends
"Yo, man you know Rakim? That brother struck again"
'Cause mic by mic and stage by stage
Tape by tape and page by page
When the crowd is moving, I compete with the mix
The rougher the cuts, the rougher the rhyme gets
Deeper and deeper, I hope you understand it
I made it up myself and I planned it
For other MCs who waste time
Writing jokes, riddles, and maybe a rhyme
I cross my arms and I was waiting but I was hating
The rappers on the microphone was fronting, just faking
They wasn't breakin', which means I was achin'
To get up on the microphone and then start takin'
Control of the mic, uptight when I grabbed it
So hug the speaker, your ear's a magnet
Attracted to a freestyle put in effect
You listen to my man while you're sippin' Moet
So Eric, pick up the needle  put it in the middle 
Give me a scratch, turn my mic up a little
I want you to hear this perfectly clear
Catch what I'm sayin'? You get the idea?
I hope you knowledge the beginning 'cause I'm finished this song
The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme flows on
: Rakim, Check this out, yo, you go to your girl's house and I'll go to mine, 'cause my girl is definately mad, 'cause it took us too long to do this album
: Yo, I hear what you're saying, so let's just pump the music up and count our money
: Yo we'll just check this out, yo, Eli, turn the bass down and just let the beat keep on rockin'
: And we're out outta here
: Yo, what happened to peace?
: peace...
You got it 
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin’ the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin’ the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
The Making of a classic
Broadcasting the beat
20 million dollars in cash *Kaching*
Paid in full
The little snippets and the little bits of...
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin’ the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
Cold gettin' busy on the tempo
About to get hype
Pumpin’ the turbo
Listen to the man on the mic
*Beatboxing*
Verse one:
Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this
Fever, was it me or either summer madness
Cuz I just can't stand around
So I get closer and the closer I get, the better it sound
My mind starts to activate, rhymes collaborate
Cuz When i heard the beat, I just had to make
Something from the top of my head
So I fell into the groove of the wax and I said
How could I move the crowd
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instruction, put it together
It simple ain't it but quite clever
Some of you been trying to write rhymes for years
But weak ideas irritate my ears
Is this the best that you can make?
Cuz if not and you got more, I'll wait
But don't make me wait too long coz I'm a move on
The dancefloor when they put something smooth on
So turn up the bass, it's better when it's loud
Cuz I like to move the crowd
Move the crowd...
Verse two:
Imagine me wit the heat that's made by solar
It gets stronger everytime I hold a
Microphone, check the tone to get started
The line for the microphone is departed
So leave it up to me, my DJ is mixing
Everyone is moving or eager to listen
Your hands in the air, your mouth, shut!
Cuz I'm on the mic and Eric B is on the cut
For those that know me, indeed I like to flow
Especially when the music's going slow
It gives me a chance to let everybody know
It's time to bust out the Rakim show
I'm the intelligent wise on the mic I will rise
Right in front of your eyes cuz I am a surprise
So I'ma let my knowledge be born to a perfection
All praise due to Allah and that's a blessing
Wit knowledge of self, there's nothing I can't solve
At 360 degrees, I revolve
This is actual fact, it's not an act, it's been proven
Indeed and I proceed to make the crowd keep moving
Move the crowd...
Tonight's the night
Where's it happening, 's time to get it on
My pockets are fat so I'm gone
Me and my posse, as things come through
Invited to a jam they said bring the crew
And a handful of rhymes and my own microphone
And tell 'em to leave the  home
Another buck appears, they can't wait to see me
I'm getting greedy, this is the place to be, G
Wall to wall on the floor having a ball
When I came in the door they said "Yes, yes y'all"
'Cause I got a mic for the bass and the highs
And the God's in supply, I got the St. Ides
Casualties of War!
Casualties of war; as I approach the barricade
Where's the enemy? Who do I invade?
Bullets of Teflon, bulletproof vest rip
Tear ya outta ya frame with a bag full of clips
Cause I got a family that waits for my return
To get back home is my main concern
I'ma get back to New York in one piece
But I'm bent in the sand that is hot as the city streets
Sky lights up like fireworks blind me
Bullets, whistlin over my head remind me...
President Bush said attack
Flashback to Nam, I might not make it back
Missile hits the area, screams wake me up
From a war of dreams, heat up the M-16
Basic training, trained for torture
Take no prisoners, and I just caught ya
Addicted to murder, send more bodybags
They can't identify em, leave the nametags
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor
CASUALTIES OF WAR! 
Day divides the night and night divides the day
It's all hard work and no play
More than combat, it's far beyond that
Cause I got a kill or be killed kind of attack
Area's mapped out, there'll be no, Stratego
Me and my platoon make a boom wherever we go
But what are we here for? Who's on the other side of the wall?
Somebody give the President a call
But I hear warfare scream through the air
Back to the battlegrounds, it's war they declare
A Desert Storm: let's see who reigns supreme
Something like Monopoly: a government scheme
Go to the Army, be all you can be
Another dead soldier? Hell no, not me
So I start letting off ammunition in every direction
Allah is my only protection
But wait a minute, Saddam Hussein prays the same
And this is Asia, from where I came
I'm on the wrong side, so change the target
Shooting at the general; and where's the sergeant?
Blame it on John Hardy Hawkins for bringing me to America
Now it's mass hysteria
I get a rush when I see blood, dead bodies on the floor
CASUALTIES OF WAR! 
The war is over, for now at least
Just because they lost it don't mean it's peace
It's a long way home, it's a lot to think about
Whole generation, left in doubt
Innocent families killed in the midst
It'll be more dead people after this
So I'm glad to be alive and walkin
Half of my platoon came home in coffins
Except the general, buried in the Storm
In bits and pieces no need to look for em
I played it slick and got away with it
Rigged it up so they would think they did it
Now I'm home on reserves and you can bet
When THEY call, I'm going AWOL
Cause it ain't no way I'm going back to war
When I don't know who or what I'm fighting for
So I wait for terrorists to attack
Every time a truck backfires I fire back
I look for shelter when a plane is over me
Remember Pearl Harbor? New York could be over, G
Kamikaze, strapped with bombs
No peace in the East, they want revenge for Saddam
Did I hear gunshots, or thunder?
No time to wonder, somebody's going under
Put on my fatigues and my camoflouge
Take control, cause I'm in charge
When I snapped out of it, it was blood, dead bodies on the floor
CASUALTIES OF WAR! 
Funky...
I know you find it hard to believe that
I am the genie of the mic and
I can do anything wish but
Right now I'm commanding you to dance
I know you find it hard to believe that
I am the genie of the mic and
I can do anything wish but
Right now I'm commanding you to dance
No more props, I want property in every borough
Nobody's stopping me because I'm thorough
Rhymes I make gimme real estate for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxing
On point and reactin' and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me
Incognito and taking it easy
Quiet, it's kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud, there's a bumrush
Be calm, keep a low pro and play the background
Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go 'head and slam it
'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic
I'm bonding and mending, attaching and blending
So many solos, there is no ending
People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
As I walk the street, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects
I used to get rich when I played celo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go we know
So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back, my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Even the 
I'm from the 
Word up, peace
For real, baby
Like that
We for real
Comin' atcha
In '92
Pete Rock & CL Smooth
Yeah, c'mon, hit me!
I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of way-back,
so many bear witness the fitness
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as I prove my point
T to the R the O-Y, how did you and I meet?
In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes, in any weather
My Grandmom Pam holds the family together
My Uncle Doc's the greatest, better yet the latest
If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest
I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce
So Pete Rock hit me, 'nough respect due
When they reminisce over you, listen
Listen, just listen
To the funky song as I rock on
And that's word is bond
I'm not playin'
Everybody, just coolin'
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92
And we out, later
It's time to get wreck with the creator
Get wreck with the creator
The creator
C.L. Smooth, get busy
Set it so I can make em all respect my fame
When brothers try to count all my chips in the game
Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay
The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away
Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows
On the planet, another East Coast track rose, goddammit
My theme, to mainstream’s the knocker
Only time I get writer's block is when my lucci's on lock
Pretty much I’m coming through in the clutch see
My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel
Or is it just my style of hustle making a mark
To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park
It was dark, when I brought it to the light, for spite
My staff’s got me taking nothing but champagne baths
Now the aftermath’s dealing with a Mecca affair
So anywhere you wanna go, I’ll take you there
C.L., whatcha gonna do?
You know you can make me move
Over, over again
Come on and take me there
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Lots of lovin, lots of lovin
Lots of lovin, lots of lovin
Lots of lovin, lots of lovin
Heat, the heat
You gotta... straighten it out
Everybody must... straighten it out 
You gotta... straighten it out
Everybody must... straighten it out 
Straighten it out... you got to
Straighten it out... c'mon 
Straighten it out
All black people must... straighten it out
Say what?
Straighten it out
Everybody must... straighten it out
The YG's, they must... straighten it out
The Hilltop, they must...straighten it out
The whole money-earnin' must... straighten it out
Everybody must... straighten it out
Come on... straighten it out
Ah, yeah... straighten it out 
To my man...
For Pete's Sake, c'mon...
To my godson little CL rock the house
And Dafo rock the house
And To my brother Grap Luva rock the house
And B.I. rock the house
To the YGs rock the house
And the hilltop rock the house
To my man Black Jay rock the house
And Groovy Lou rock the house
To my man Walt G. rock the house
And Ronald B. rock the house
And G.O. rock the house
To my man Rob-O rock the house
And David Tisdale rock the house
And Terry Steele rock the house
And Eric Coleman rock the house
And Alan A. rock the house
To my man D.O. rock the house
And Rude Rudy rock the house
And Derek Coleman rock the house
And Nick T. rock the house
To my man Mike Daddy rock the house
And Joe Black rock the house
To my man J Steel rock the house
And everybody rock the house, signin' off!!!
Peace
Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin up spots ever since little tots
When the dust settle I'm packin heavy metal plenty
The drop'll slaughter many, strictly off illegal entry
It's elementary Watson
, I drive a Benz not a Datsun
Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot Locking
Body rockin to keep the ladies flockin with a concoction
Rippin your blouse for no less than arrest in Morehouse
My teeth grits where my knife slits, we train em
And scar em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint
Vibe to position, never runnin out of ammunition
Now to the heart, I'm steppin with a concealed weapon
Nothing's calm when the bomb blaze you know the phrase
It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth knockin nowadays
Eastside kid, you don't want none, so catch a relay
I'm lettin off on anybody tryin to steal my DJ
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Check it out and give me my 'spect
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Pete Rock is in the house, C.L. is in the house
Ahh ha ha ha! Hah yeah! This is funky! I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Deda, Baby Pa
Fly like an eagle, a seagull
Always into somethin', like Snoopy, the Beagle
People, grab a tight hold of yourselves
Pa snatchin' raw tapes off the shelves
Blowin' up spots from state to state
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait
Check the station for conversation at six
Blah Uno here to put suckers in the mix
I get deeper than oceanography
Diggin' up crazy shit like psychology
So, speak the peace, then slide like grease
The beat is fat, but the rhyme is obese in The Basement
In The Basement is where I dwell, sucka MC's fell
'Cause I am crazy funky
C.L. Smooth, my man Rahsaan, Rob-O, Deda Baby Pa
The Heavster, my brother Grap Luva
Everybody...*fades out*
OD off the black
Baryshnikov
Taking it up north, back and forth, never been soft
Bound to see me swollen like a Beethoven
Listen wide open, never toking, do or die's my slogan
Save the sarcasm, I'll hit you like a orgasm
Back off of that and maybe later let you pat em
Necessary for any adversary to worry
The legendary, primary, never secondary
Dip in Peru, overdue in Honolulu
Now if you knew the preview, could bubble like shampoo
Outclass the mass so we'll look in the hourglass
No time to waste for those in contrast
Like the New York Philharmonic, sent to blow melodic
With the logic I hear like a narcotic
Put your best to rest, so get your bulletproof vest
I got the wild, wild west to your chest
You know the cause of death, so forget the autopsy
Another got sloppy so I lit it in poppy
Smooth as Peabo, with dough like Lillo
For the grand finale I slip on like a Bally
C.L. and P.R., categorizing we are
The soul brother, Mecca lover, funky by far
The classic fantastic, rip it like elastic
Here to get drastic, return of the Mecca
Let me take you on a journey through Carmel City
Where CL's God, and the ladies gotta hit me off
Ballin on the set now baby what's the matter
When all this is Hot Sex served on a platter
Enter my flow so I can hit this show with somethin rugged
It's mainly how all the honeys dug it
Like every single day and, bounce around the way and
Chicks are never waiting when the bodies start marinating
We expand in player's land to unknowns
To turn my stumbling blocks, into my stepping stones
The pound
Donna Karan New York
down found
Where there can be no type of slacking in your macking
The whole agenda is for me to decide; the major hustle
Is God, when brothers coincide, with the bonafide
CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don
Where love is only for me, in Carmel City
C'mon y'all
Top notch, butterscotch, lyrics hits the mode
To make the most gorgeous women wanna get nude
Your eyes stay glued, when this is popping word is bond
Wifey's gone, now I'm about to get my swerve on
Lay my clothes across the bed, cause I'm here to make a point
Plenty chips, got me balling in a hot joint
Respect the sextafied aura you could never take light
It's like bringing a knife to a gunfight
My large releases got me mixing with the dimepieces
And down to rival one of Uncle L's little nieces
In my palace of pleasure, everything is done properly
And if you didn't know, you better ask somebody
Right now, the players are the power structure
Check the roly-poly, now it's time you see the brother
CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don
Where love is only for me, in Carmel City
It's freaktacular, wasn't hard to get em out the blouse
If only wifey knew, hubby got a stash house
And what moves your man got with so much emphasis
Maybe one or two many get ridiculous
So scandalous, the honey arrives with her crew
And now they're talking bout coming back without you
Yeah my boys are balling, here's the raw deal:
Come to my house, you gotta get naked for real
Indulging, my peoples said let's have a talk
About the time my lady's plane hit New York
I'm bailing off the set, heading for the crib G
Cause I'm the first thing the woman wanna see
Take a hot shower, slip on some linen
Now it's a new time, a new day, a new beginning
CL Smooth, you know the Mecca Don
Where love is only for me, in Carmel City
At last come the goodies, every woman got a love
Hot with all that sex appeal for real, can I hit that?
I'm warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a masseuse
Don't play; cause I'm the hood your mama loves anyway
My heart flips when you take long business trips
I want a divorce, no I think I wanna see your boss
Check you later honey, searchin in your coach bag for money
Before you leave, I hug you til you can't breathe
We Kool and the Gang, and kick slang, baby call in sick
But you kiss me goodbye, and said, "I don't trick"
She's so thick, and God is my witness
Sometimes you just can't believe that I'm gettin this
Rewind off the Pete Rock design
I want a cutie with a ageless body and timeless mind
The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill
Cause it don't cost much to go Dutch baby
I could never look forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a hostile environment
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for loot
My parents hated blood money so they gave me the boot
Take a risk cause the peer pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the ledge
The streets coulda swallowed me whole
But the pain was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born
And now I bring him home to the ghetto
Only to make a stronger fellow
Maybe do some good for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a zero
Raging Bull like DeNiro
, the modern day pharaoh
A concentration camp with the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just plain lazy
Many steady collect right around the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggas never pack it
A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
Imagine in the ghettos of the mind
"He's a SWEET soul brother"
Chorus
*song fades out and a freestyle session fades in*
Check it, Grap Luva, if you're in the house
Just get on the mic and show 'em what it's all about
It's all about the wicked check one two
Cause I rips a microphone and pass it to my crew
I don't drink no brew, I smoke nuff spliffs, I don't have no riffs
So check me as I shoot the gift
Rip rhymes, freestyle rhymes
Off top of the dome every time
I'm glad this shit is going on tape
So I can escape into the beat and make nuff papes
Word to God, kicking nuff freestyle rhymes
*fades out*
Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the Sheets
Follow yes another trail as if I had on cleats
Rip my way through a negligee, park it like a valet
Sure it's OK, just met the skinz yesterday
Tap the baggy drawers, lay the laws, lovely puff it up
For the ride, honey buckle up, smearin' all your makeup
CL can wreck it well a bombshell finishin'
So get the tunnel vision on how I hit the skinz
How I hit the skinz, uhh
It's fat, yes
As you know I like to flow
Don't try to show
Because I'm, the accurate man
Everybody knows it
Peace to all stealers
Of the Mount Vernon
Young poets and players
New Rochelle, the Bronx...
* Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samples to fade *
* various other scratches by Pete Rock for a few bars *
Some walk slow, 'cause the water's not shallow
Let my people go, you little Pharoah
Listen how they word it, be observant
Then: house negro, today: civil servant
I want to drop the bomb but remain calm
Strong like the power of the Fruits of Islam
Black is beautiful, hot like fire
Guess how many times they thought they killed the Messiah
Malcolm X, Dr. King, let's sing
All around the world let freedom ring
Reality is real, so how do you feel
From being kings on a throne to picking cotton in a field?
Your slavery is lack of identity
One of the things that's not making you a friend of me
What's your cause, aim, rationale?
'Cause I made up my mind, I never scrape or bow
But teach my own, the sound of black unity
Together we can rise and now's the opportunity
The Tuskegee Experiment, indeed it was big
When they used the black man as a guinea pig
Animalism, pumped on a lower level
But can only be the works of the devil
And I'm telling you now the frustration
The future's facing from the anger in the nation
"Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X *
"Let's get together...and raise"
"Let's get together!" * cut n scratch 3X *
"Let's get together...and raise"
* Pete Rock flips "Let's get together" to the end *
Here comes the hurricane, C.L. same name
Cut by the grain when I land upon the plain
Jah knew the Hebrew, a Papa Duke need you
But none of the fam who saw had a clue
Escalate the prime rate, words coagulate
Generate the mind's state, never can deflate
Nigga, you jigaboo, it doesn't have to be you
Funny like a cartoon, Pepe Le Pew
Pimp are the lyrical, g-string the individual
But the metaphysical isn't spriritual
Straight from the heart I frame the art
Tutor up my class, real fast, very smart
Dictate the technique, wait a minute, I speak
Loved by my son and a kiss on the cheek
Stutter-step the concept, blueprint, or pro
Steady as we go so act like you know
I stand by the rabbi, sail in Shanghai
Always had an alibi even if I lie
Crucial, never neutral, bare the fruitful
Past time, another rhyme, skedaddle, Yankee Doodle
Light skin in lovely gyp, just for the honey dip
Here to make a megahit fit
Don't install the pipe dream, renaissance regime
When you run ragged I pick up the steam
Chart on the record book, what Corey Love took the hook
Here's a new book to civilize a crook
Purest of the pedigree, feed 'em a line
C.L., no Jezebel, can never sleep well
Thick like a dred, at the Club Med
The Mecca Don said, a fish out of water is dead
Pete Rock, the soul brother, cruise on a flow
Swing low and yell "Geronimo!", act like you know
C.L. can play like Nike, come on just do it
Pacify the Gemini, soul into it
Pete to my beat is a rock like concrete
Hard for the street, the cipher never incomplete
A clean editorial, rather historical
Affordable, recordable, nifty like a portable
Mecca is the syndrome, when I come back home
Boogie on a baritone, listen on a phone
Libra, the achiever, toke a reefer
C.L. the girl pleaser, like Ebanezer
So here is the good sign, I incline
Titties with the bitties when I wine and dine
Warm like corduroy, comes the bad boy
But just like Anita, Pete or I bring ya joy
"Agoobilonians" with your knowledge
And take as said so, flow and act like you know
Check the verse in the Bible says man shall never covet
But in your life you put nothing above it, you seem to love it
Invest some stock to clock what's in my stable
Sweating me like Cain sweating Abel
, you're unstable
You couldn't speak, now what's the fake smile for?
The jealousy, that's why you're feeling so insecure
Used to be by my side but now all I see is pride
On the quest for big lucci, got you open wide
It feels funny, cause it never used to be that way
Remember PR back in the day?
Hey, the number's changed and the crib's a little fatter
But if you was real, you'd see it really wouldn't matter
Check the stat in fact yo, don't ever try to peep this
Don't mistake my kindness for a weakness
The name is Pete Rock, I'll take you higher than the
izm
I'm on a exodus, Escapism
Yo, check it out
I like to rhyme, no time for silly head games
Strictly known for busting up your bed frames
But skins bold, act like they want to know a nigga
Break they neck to show they figure
But yo, you can't gas me up, you can't hype me
Play it cool when it comes to schooling wifey
On the ways of life it's strife, checks, and big money
So the next kid will be up on your honey
Sexing your honey, flexing your Benz and your money
Playing you like a crash test dummy, so take it from me
Cause when it happens don't say I never told you so
Heed the verbal lessons in the flow
And ayo, you know they style, and yeah I'm here to warn ya
Getting shaky cause I'm coming up on ya
It's Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth on a major pape mission
Rising to the top, Escapism
I'm sitting back, I got the funk on cruise
While you snooze Pete Rock is steady paying his dues
Putting styles on lock and making beats by the bundle
Scooping more props than Bryant Gumbel, and staying humble
But then you go and have to act that way
I just hit you off the other day!
But this is sick, cause here you come with your crew of derelicts
Talking about you need a pair of kicks, or this or that
You hang around cause the pockets are fat
But when I'm on "E" yo, you ain't trying to check for me
You got more game than rugby
You're only stressing the name and that the papes is flowing lovely
So stop searching for idealism
And check the off-beat flow of the Soul Brother with the realism
Shedding some light just like a prism
You can't wait, you can't fake it, Escapism
Mecca and the Soul Brother
Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as Ovaltine
The dominant gene clean, I mean go, the light's green
The protege could play like chess to quest the best
Confess, never poor as Bangladesh
I get busy like a boxer, operate like a Doctor
Seal like a locker, pop like Orville Redenbacher
Buy the tape, LP, CD
All me, and Petey, to cater to the needy
Like a Prayer for Madonna but
A Different World for Jasmine
CL is well a physical attraction
Let me make myself perfectly clear:
While I'm there, I make a peer a positive pap smear
Really I do, once I light the barbeque
Thread the loose ends, see my friends are the crew
The fright night King of New York like Frank White
If it ain't rough it ain't right man listen
If it ain't rough enough, to mingle in the stuff
To scar and scuff and make you cuckoo like a cocoa puff
It ain't right so I smash the satellite
Check the Fahrenheit, before I take flight
Unique as Mozambique, here to freak Sheik
The skills that won't leak, and never antique
Warm like a oven you're lovin the style I'm druggin
Alleyway muggin, heavyweight sluggin
No fibs I kick the ad-libs and rock it in the cribs
Break your ribs like a toothpick cause you were never slick
? you lacked back when I first started
CL's the one who got the Red Sea parted
My conversation qualification is a doozy
The rude Rudy wreckin write you off as a floozy
I shoot for the moon, but even if I miss
I'm among the stars, to put a bullet hole in Mars
In my frame of mind I design the best-seller
For rougher cats can Rockafeller you're Penn and Teller
Steady with the convo, rough like Brillo
Let your head hit the bed and knock the feathers out your pillow
The master intelligent, with the black testament
Found it relevant, and mailed it to the President
But overall I get papes for my labor
With the physical manifestation of a savior
You wanna test this, but I slay anyway
'Cause your rhymes are old, with more wrinkles than a shar-pei
Mecca Don upon the streets of Babylon
Pass the baton to respond like Farrakhan
Hard like Shaft with the staff for the Backdraft
A blazin aftermath, so hon make a path
If you don't trust him, bust him
But if you don't have a weapon, then kid keep steppin
The main idea in here for the hemisphere
CL's here to get wreck for the year
A large man's appetite, blowin like dynamite
If it ain't rough it ain't right, COME ON!
You can't front, boy
'Cause we're the skilled fools 
We are the funk
The hardcore funk
We ain't no joke
Comin' out to note
Ah, yeah
With the funk track
Sing it, P
This cap is peeled layin' joints like a minefield
When dynamite's my rhythm, this is East Coast terrorism
The Vernon-ville's Mecca Don, formin' Voltron tactics
Let off three verses and the crowd panics
Get 'em all, the kingpin of the Player's Ball
Now every tramp in your camp's going AWOL
My lucci situation is a daily operation
On the strip, I refine you like Tales From the Crypt
Right here's the real shit, and all that other's counterfeit
Funk to let you know exactly what you're dealin' with
P-R slash, C.L. smash, love to spend cash
For proper livin', slidin' up in wealthy women
Stick your hand in my pants and grab the mic's no crime
'Cause like Sisters With Voices, it's about time
For you to respect my whole foundation precisely
Be obedient, to the main ingredient
Yo, the main ingredient
The main ingredient
Yo, the main ingredient
The main ingredient
The main ingredient
The main ingredient
The main ingredient
Check out the funk, y'all
Mic check, one-two
C.L. Smooth and Pete Rock
Comin' back for ninety-four
Can't forget
Brothers on, get on to get on
It's time to get on, peace to InI
Yeah, can't forget Baby Pah
Can't forget the whole roster
One-two
Check it
It's the main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, y'all
The main ingredient, bust it
"In the flesh" 
Like I said
It's the Wig
To make your head go AOOWWWWWW!
Yeah, it's like that
CL, the A+, while you wear a F like a freebie
With your nine lives this arrives, here kitty-kitty
No more to savor 'cause I'm here to kick flavor
The most common denominator said none graver
Sufferin succotash, a blunt for the cash
Whiplash,
FloJo in a forty-yard dash
Solid like a dome,
never fall like Rome
A notch for your crotch so honey heat it, I'm home
My baby's a lovechild, say whassup to ya 
Like Dr. Welby, I keep the boy healthy 
Pete knowledge me, flip it over and it's sweet
Entwined when I mentally design verse three 
Appears so real when the Soul Brother sun 
If you rate it on a chart, it would be number one 
Spread it like sauerkraut
, the main event doubt
You wind up in a rout, CL got the Wig Out..
CL got the Wig, come on
CL got the Wig Out, yeah
Shit is funky
Yeah, uh-huh
That's fresh
C'mon! Ah yeah, uh-huh, that's how we're livin
For the nineties
Yes! Yes cousin
Gettin busy, uh-huh
Yeah
It's the Wig Out!
Wig Out! Uh, the Wig Out!
The Wig Out *fades*
 
"There is no competition" 
"We are the best" 
Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without Anger in the Nation
Yo, without Mecca and the Soul Brother
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
You gotta Act Like You Know
If It Ain't Rough It Ain't Right kid
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
We can't Reminisce
Yo, if we don't Straighten It Out
You know The Sun Won't Come Out
Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Without Ghettoes of the Mind
If you know what I'm talking about
You know The Sun Won't Come Out, so check it
One two, Pete Rock and CL Smooth for ninety-four
Breakin you off somethin proper
Check it, peace y'all
What it look like, ain't nothin changed but the weather
Still riding with C.D.'s and leather, roll fives and better
For all that's folded in ya pocket, how long it take
To re-up and clock it, drop and make a profit
And lay my position with you that we know what to do
And not to do, stop this fighting each other
God knowledge ya wiz, that you know who the enemy is, furthermore
Don't hide it divide it then X ya squares
To keep them other cats folded like beach chairs
Got an eye on that street aristocrat
Let C.L. show ya where the strengths at
Turn it up right here or just call the cop
Cuz we on it like this to the last stop
The next Humphrey Bogart, mastering art
Like a jeweler wit a diamond cutter, taking em apart
Don't start what ya can't finish
When ya bubble wit skills that never diminish
Ya best team against mine is a light scrimmage
So play like Popeye and eat spinach
Hook x2
Put it down like I was born to do it, made to live it
Paid to spit it, custom fitted, watchin' me get it
Want the nice legs, 'nuff kitty, stay driving something pretty
Cozy in a duplex, overlooking the city
Slick heels wit' yo' toes showin', sun dress, wind blowing
Catchin' plenty like that, feel the way it's flowing
We can party all night long, baby, they understand
Deep down, you know I'm really just a one-woman man
You ain't bigger than the next steak for eating your Wheaties
I'm into sweet cigars, suntans and wet bikinis
Off to sell-out crowds from the magazine page
Out the tunnel in the studio, to bring it to the stage
All sexual to hit y'all gutter, high velocity
Dames wanna taste it for the sheer curiosity
It's strong and it's real, plus it lives by the code
A multi-million dollar project in ass-shaking mode
It was a Friday night, all the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for the street, let everybody know
Pete Rock is on the on the beatbox
And every jam that we rock, we rock it non-stop
Represent, show love every time we drop
Cash in for the wins, my man, he likes skins
C.L., he's back up on the block 
"Mecca and the Soul Brother"
"In the house"
Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
Pete Rock, C.L. Smooth
Lots of loving, lots of loving, lots of loving, baby
Lots of loving from me
Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big purse
Rotate the megahertz, where you heard it first
The perpendicular, said none similar
Quadruple any figure, quick on the trigger
Helter skelter, wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum, we come to get busy
Deep in roots, but my name ain't Kizzie
Many many march cuz I'm heavy on the starch
Never tell a farce when I scale on a arch
Jammin' on the radio, brothers say, "way to go"
Shape it like Play-Do, soprano at the Chateau
My theory periodically flows a odyssey
Bigger than modern technology
So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat
It's like that...
C.L. is the attribute you salute
Cuz I gotta make loot, can't afford to be cute
Enter the equilibrium in a medium
Breaking your cranium with no ultimatum
Drop a psalm like a bomb, never land in your palm
And now I'm so cool and calm
Pure unadulterated, premeditated
Lyrical form, Pete Rock is the storm
Sophistication I kick to a nation
I rare compilation I call recreation
The prognosis, so mackadocious
Straight up ferocious for those who can focus
Large like the Beatles, ask all my peoples
Never make movies, so don't talk sequels
So, hon, save the chit-chat when I kick a format fat 
It's like that...
I'm all sold out, no doubt, without a question
The blessing your guests in a suprucated session
Anyway your honor, heresay the melee
Is here for the payday, so A to the K
Or should I say Dedi, Original Baby Pa
Smooth like a reservoir, the funky Shang-Ri-La
No shame in my game, I'm set to entertain
And if it wasn't for the fame, skinz would never know my name
So back off a tad bit, that's a bad habit
Cuz I write the raw...for sure
Now I'm a flip a style and get crazy versatile
Never fragile cuz I'm flowin' like the Nile
Swing a jewel or a gem, notice how I say them
With my approach, smoke a rhyme to a roach
A four-season lover, light-skinned and bigger
But what I deliver come before the cotton picker
So here's to another hit, perfectly legitimate
When I hit the skinz, guaranteed to keep the candle lit
So save all the chit-chat when I kick a format fat
It's like that...
Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don
Into the red zone, you spot my skull and crossbone alone
To fill the Watergates, slaughter great, think and meditate
Set behind the pace of the CL's war face
Cars and tints, making blueprints for over six figure salaries
Luchified, cause many did and died
The mic wrecka, study Mecca, now building
Cause I love my shorties like Jesus loved children
Cause being smooth is the science I crafted
To a state, when they incarcerate me I wanna be free
And play some D on the high-scoring thrill from the Vernonville
Taking my yards with no bodyguards
My click's the first round draft pick for time in prison
So the only way to cover that is clean living
Respect given, hear the bell go "ding"
It's like Tyson stepping back into the ring, soon as I...
Ladies and gents for dead presidents it represents
Now hear what it's like when I 
It's strike cause every Nike I wear is kicking ass there
Too dope to scare and too damn smooth to care
So flick your lighters in the air, and let me blow the roof off
The Colosseum plus I got to get per diem
All dueces file out, and leave the dimes to the front row
And when I say "Go" I want 'em showing love
And tossing dough, cause with the daddy unemployed
And the old earth raising me, any other rugged nigga's history
No mystery, I'm physical in action
So guess relaxing is a weekend with
Toni Braxton
On your TV is me, incredible MC, B
With the P to the R, my break a ways can bounce for days
This fillets,
I'm trucking jewels like Eric B
And all you corny fools can't see me, oh my my my
Healthy, wealthy, and wise just your size
Come and try the hardcore, set on down by every law
Moving in your Lex treks out a sextivity
At its highest level of funktagious served in major
He's the real neighbor, overqualified to be luchified
Pete Rock's the god when my stiz-ile profile
Slide into the Milky Way, the Carmel King's sing
We're back on crazy to put the duke up in Daisy
Amazingly, none of y'all can fade me never
Add the spice to make you shoop like Salt N Pepa
How large is he? Mastered my degree in mic surgery
With plans to retire at the tender age of 30
Power's what I cherish, all informers must perish
On the downlow, lift my peoples from the ghetto
In every bourough CL is quite thourough
In do or die don't try when INI
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking Moet
You read the Wall Street Journal
Later for the comic
Far from dumb because you practice logic
You lived poor in the ghetto
Never had the money easily
But, you found the remedy
So, you, your girl, and your kids can have a better opportunity
And teach them all about unity
Cuiltivate in the brains the word of Allah the master
And they go far
But, you still go visit your old stomping ground
Indeed to help another that's down
A tough situation cuts like a knife
In search of the good life
From the church, the home, on down to the prison
People want to know how is he and she living
Does he work?
Do you wonder if his life will bloom?
Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon?
How's the mother?
Do they ever go visit the brother?
What about the dad?
I heard he drinks undercover
Some are still shooting up, another on crack
Just the other day trooper got sent back
What type of life do you lead?
Tell me
Cause you can be anything you want to be
Some will strive for the good life in any case
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color
Hear me now, brother
All around the world the husband and wife
Work night and day in search of the good life
The G double O-D L-I-F-E
Living in luxury
Care free
Period
No time to waste
We catch ours all day
We work instead of play
I B-U-I-L-D inside me
Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city
From a paranoid mental delusion
Plain and simple
I won't cause confusion
Yo, that's your fault
Stop the somersault
Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt
My destiny I define is heavenly
So, Fort Knox, open sesame
Light shines and the birds keep singing
As I still cling to my positive upbringing
With the need to succeed, right?
On a natural high
The good life
We go back and forth, sending this out to my people up north
Tell 'em if you ain't from New York you're soft
Box or throw rocks, fish or cut bait
Cause I fight great, but wait
Here's the hottest joint on lockdown
Ready for release what they call a masterpiece
Covers are blown, known for keeping shit lethal
Cause now I'm like water in the desert for you thirsty people
What's the fixation with all this artillery?
Now you catch a look, saying "Who are you to question me?"
Giving sighs from enemy lines taking care of my business
Is how you found out Wayne's World was never his
See my pend holds strong for all my cookies in mink
We call all types of bitches running out of ink
Later for ticky mind, avoid like suama
But I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind
You know it's my thing, get your bell rang
By the Meccafied slang, the jack of all trades
Couldn't even gang bang, and niggas can't hang
With so many styles, you'd swear the shit was out of Wu-Tang
But the samurai, CL Smooth I
Be slicing, dicing you down when the mic is around
I rebound like Oakley when you provoke me
This is the Chocolate Thai, be careful how you toke me
I razzle dazzle your fragile ass until you pay homage
To the man I plan is holding all the knowledge
In five minutes of funk off my tounge, read the label shown
Is it Pete Rock or Oliver Stone?
Still the same, they remember my name
Kind of reminds me of when Rocket Ismail played for Notre Dame
Invincibility with no vulnerability
Selling more than gold with the killers on my payroll
You'd better watch your step, known for the rep
Of being real but can't accept jealous brothers and others
Who can't relax with pep, and if it was the playoffs
Your ass would get swept and kept on stash
The Tango & Cash competitors bow
Cause I would think we all know who The Don is by now
Making loot at the pace of a horse race
Now once again my friend, the great paperchase
Here's a taste of life in the fast lane
Now house full of chicks, he's stripping off the Don P
With the profound sound, I ride swoops like a hawk
And can only bring the essence of New York
It's the Vernonville daddy, can you comprehend?
How some real live niggas set a new trend
Of being so blasted, smoothest prophets to the brain cell
While I bid you all a farewell
Yo', from the intro, I flow
Three in a row, buildin' like a Lego
Stacks upon stacks it attacks the wax
Scrub it like Ajax, relievin as a X-Lax
The night cap of rap here to make another hit
To undercover, smother, word to mother
Pump it for the playground, world renowned
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth is in town
I design a logical line a mastermind
So recline and listen to what's mine
I'm untouchable, lovable
Some try to imitate, but you can't make a double of
Me, the capital C, capital L, capital S
M-double o-t-h, yes
A pro, so you know
You gotta go with the flow
Smooth as ya ever gonna get to hear
Crisp and clear, so step to the rear
And make room for daddy, bigger than a Caddy
To move a crowd? Hm, gladly
It's all done with ease, past MC's
And all they feel is a breeze
The technician with the first division
Like a surgical incision, deeper envision
My flow the naked eye can't stare
But only hear another poet like Shakespeare
C.L. the swinger, ringer, clinger
And oh yes, you know, another hum dinger
Wreckin any studio, love to make cash
So kick it like judo, big like a sumo
Rhymes like a pro, so you know
Like a flute I blow, and go with the flow
I rock the microphone but you probably know
To hype the show I gotta go with the flow
And take it to another degree that many people wanna see
But above elementary
I made lyrical, any kind of material
More than minimal, for any individual
That I send, to reach the end
And just like Clark Gable, it's 'gone with the wind'
And take flight, through the night
Like a meteor, right insight to shine like a bright light
You gotta tip-toe from the get-go
Live in stereo, rhymes gotta flip, so
Pete Rock can move your butt and cut the strut
 Yeah what?
Just like a pro, so you know
I'm ready and set to go with the flow
Yo, check out the rhyme buster, pulling niggas through the wringer
I'm not a singer, as I conduct with one finger
It's the orchestrater, mutilator, master funktator
I've got mad flow from here to Asia
Cause I'll amaze ya with the skills that I possess
Not categorized with all the rest
So I suggest if you're in the way step aside
Cause Pete Rock is coming worldwide
The lucci's mine like the summertime, and I'ma set it first
You leaving a hearse when my third verse loads up to burst 
To blast, never to trespass, going to funk, keeping the crowd touring 
The lyric is born on any stage we're walking on
So non-believer meet the Mecca, be choppin' 'em like a meat cleaver
The scrambling quarterback, you know my the wide receiver 
I get past you, and when it becomes a war 
I go hardcore, matador, then all the bull is on the floor
I look and find the level of crime the time that I decipher
I'm bagging any sniper put a ball in Peter's Piper
We made the album of the year, remember the Source kicks?
We should have been larger but it's all politics
So 
'Cause you're corny
In fact, you get your skully cracked, intruders coming to take mine
You wind up taking way more stitches than a Frankenstein
In '93 me and the P.R. make the dough 
The honeys are licking all over my 5 o'clock shadow 
A menace to society, the pistol-packing YG
Mecca's the name, it's not a game, so don't try me
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Pete Rock funk
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, no, with the Mecca Don flow
When the kids up in the Vernon got the flavor
It's not a game, believe it
It's not a game, believe it
It's not a game, believe it
It's not a game, believe it
Can't be touched
Smooth like Fabian, hot as the Arabian
Some will try but can't solve the equation
Take em down to the city where the boys act illy
And the girls look pretty like a philly
Rock the nurses, a quick couple of verses
No one curses, a king being the merciless
Read the resume first and I bet em
Paralyzin, hard to trace like venom
????? diluted ????? strictly be chillin
To play a better show on screen than Jack Nicholson
Ed Lovett International cuts my hair
A pioneer run fear here to Delaware
I got a 'Monie in the middle' for a playmate
A Spinderella/Salt-n-Pepa lover that's great
The unchained melody, sing it like Sarah Vaughn
Your ass is grass cause I can mow the lawn
Not a tricky-dickey lover that's picky
But hard nitty-gritty when things get sticky
I wanna hold a hump back like a whale
But you're frail and don't weigh much on a scale
The Tango & Cash, dynamic duo
Figure the one done so you know
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth without a doubt
That's why we're all souled out
*jamaican someone rapping*
"Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth"
"specialize in music"
"That's why I give you more of the raw"
"I only use this type of style when I choose it"
"I speak for the hardcore "
"Party people in the place to be" -] KRS-One - South Bronx
"Hardcore" -] PMD - Crossover
"Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth"
"specialize in music" -] KRS-One - South Bronx
"That's why I give you more of the raw" -] Ol' Dirty Bastard - Brooklyn Zoo
"I only use this type of style when I choose it" -] KRS-One - South Bronx
"I speak for the hardcore " PMD - Crossover
Wreck with The Creator 
"So listen to what we say because this type o' shit it happens everyday"
No resurrection with protection slay cut up in the blender
Just like Mohammed blowin' up the World Trade Center
The hellraisin' burner blazin' stressin' major caution
See the Mecca Don showing a tongue like Jordan
Anything you cherish I perish, I'm here to roll
And now you punks are pickin' lead out ya asshole
Gun smoke when the hood is broke and need the riches
Cause all this nigga want is more dough and more bitches
Buck-buck-buck-buck rat-tat-tat I'm on a mission nigga
I shoots to kill when I pull the motherfucking trigger
I'm sick in the head I'm crazy I'm fuckin' wild
I swear to God I'm coming straight from the penal
I'm Menace like Dennis so don't try to play me close
I wave my gun in the air yo I don't fuckin' care
It's Pete Rock on the mic check one, two
I got the Glock nigga, Death Becomes You
"So listen"
"So bring it down"
"So listen to what we say because this type o' shit it happens everyday"
"So bring it down" "So listen" etc
Some live the good life loungin' by the pool
Catching a suntan and everything's cool
Male or female, you want to be set
In the big mansion drinking Moet
You read the Wall Street Journal, later for the comic
Far from dumb because you practice logic
You lived poor in the ghetto, never had the money easily
But you found the remedy
So you, your girl, and your kids can have a better opportunity
And teach them all about unity
Cultivate in their brains the word of Allah the master and they go far
But you still go visit your old stomping ground
Indeed to help another that's down
A tough situation cuts like a knife
In search of the good life
From the church, the home, on down to the prison
People want to know how is he and she living
Does he work? Do you wonder if his life will bloom?
Is the girl going to have the kid anytime soon?
How's the mother? Do they ever go visit the brother?
What about the dad? I heard he drinks undercover
Some are still shooting up, another on crack
Just the other day, trooper got sent back
What type of life do you lead? Tell me
'Cause you can be anything you want to be
Some will strive for the good life in any case
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
On drugs, violence, and hatred of another color
Hear me now, brother
All around the world the husband and wife
Work night and day in search of the good life
The G double O-D L-I-F-E
Living in luxury, care free
Period, no time to waste when cash is all day
We work instead of play
I B-U-I-L-D inside of me
Knowledge and quickly you vacate the city
From a paranoid mental delusion
Plain and simple, I won't cause confusion
Yo, that's your fault, stop the somersault
'Cause I put the bad like mo to a halt
My destiny I define is heavenly
So, Fort Knox, open sesame
Light shines and the birds keep singing
As I still cling to my positive upbringing
With the need to succeed, right?
On a natural high
The good life
{Pete Rock keeps scratching until his rap verse}
What's on the menu?
What's on the menu?
What's on the menu..
Uhh! Yeah.. c'mon
What's next on the menu?
What's on the menu?
What's on the menu?
Ahhh..
Here I come on the rise
The Godfather of the Funk I make it happen 
I'm next on the menu, "Who's the Man" rappin? 
The hardcore for the dancefloor, no need for an intro 
You know who's the one, the man that gets the job done 
It's rare, the sound that you hear is so original
You can't copy it down, so let it be subliminal 
You can't rock like the Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth 
Together forever, like G. Rap says, "YOU LOSE!"
So pull up a chair and relax and let the music flow
And leave you on that note cause I'm read' to go 
You gonna have a hard time tryin to run through me so
Uhh.. what's on the menu?
What's on the menu?
What's on the menu?
Ahh, c'mon..
What's on the menu?
What's on the menu?
What's on the menu?
Yeah..
Special shoutout, to my man Lord Finesse
He's in the house y'all
Can't forget my man, O.G., he's in the house y'all
Can't forget my man C.L. Smooth
He's in the house
Grap Lover, I-N-I
Everybody up in the Vernon, peace
Yeah, funk
Yeah, funk
Ahh
Can't forget the Uptown crew
Can't forget the Bronx crew
Can't forget the Brooklyn crew
Can't forget the Queens crew
Yeah, AOWW!
Can't forget the Yonkers crew
Can't forget Now Rule crew
The whole Westchester, White Plains
Got to get props
Yeah.. the beat don't stop
And we out like this..
SEE-YAH!!!!!!!
Listen, just listen
To the funky song as I rock on
And that's word is bond
I'm not playin'
Everybody just coolin'
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that, y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth for '92
And we out
Later
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Peace
Alakazam , you'll never guess what I am 
Motto is that nothin' ever changes but haircuts and kicks 
To stacks of vocal breaks like days 
What kid said, "Pete makes beats in The Basement" 
Cool, hit the pavement, over to the chill side
The real side , the 7-7 hillside 
I thought I'd just chill, take a breath 
Straight up Columbus Hill, make a left
And get fixed , plus the ghetto chicks got flicks 
Of me, stacks of kicks, my joint's bumpin' lovely 
Walkin' down the street, much props, on the sin
Yo, I hear voices sayin', "That's Rob Odindo in The Basement"
Ah ha ha ha
Ah yeah, this is funky
I can feel it
My man from the Vernon, his name is Deda Baby Pa
Fly like an eagle, a seagull 
Always into somethin', like Snoopy, the Beagle 
People, grab a tight hold of yourselves 
Pa snatchin' rhyme tapes off the shelves 
Blowin' up spots from state to state 
I'm comin' to town but you just can't wait 
Check the station for conversation at six 
Blah Uno here to put suckers in the mix 
I get deeper than oceanography 
Thinkin' of crazy shit like psychology 
So speak the peace, then slide like grease 
The beat is phat, but the rhyme is obese in The Basement
In The Basement is where I dwell
Sucker MC's fell
'Cause I am crazy funky
C.L. Smooth, my man Rahsaan, Rob-O, Deda Baby Pa
The Heavster, my brother Grap Luva
Everybody, including Adofo Abdullah Muhammad
For real, baby
Like that
We for real
Comin' at ya
In '92
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth
Yeah, come on, hit me
I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of way-back, so many bear witness the fitness 
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as I prove my point
T to the R the O-Y, how did you and I meet?
In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see 
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes, in any weather 
My Grandmom Pam holds the family together 
My Uncle Doc's the greatest, better yet, delay this
If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest 
Strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce 
Pete Rock hit me, 'nough respect due 
When they reminisce over you, five-thousand
Listen, just listen to the funky song
As I rock on, and that's word is bond
I'm not playin'
Everybody
Just coolin'
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth for '92
And we out
Later
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Peace
  
Album:
Mecca and the Soul Brother
* - this song has no title on the album
I am the one they call the G, the R, the A, the P and
I didn't write this, it's coming off the top of the dome
So what you wanna do and whatcha wanna go home
And tell your mama that I'm one wit all the mad drama
Yes I was causing the movies on 1 East 25th Street
I crossover, honey dips knew it was Harlem wheat
I was flowing on the place to be
Is being the capital rapper, the G-R-A-P
In the place to be wit my man Pete Rock and CL Smooth
Pass the bust a groove and the people begin to move
And get on the dancefloor
Got to move the funk you stinking little hores
And all the hoods and all the punks and all the suckers
Wit this shit I got stupid muthafukas
On my dick, what the fuk, I rock the mic so quick
Wit Adofo in the place to be
And my man Ross is right in back of me
Rob O, good to go
I've gots the F-L-O-W and that spells flow
Wit Chris Champ, oh what's up I'm bout to get amp
On top of the mic and I'm a set an exam -ple
Girls I pull, I got the honey dip, so what's up, my tank is full
Of sperm, I ready to bust a nut
What's up Pete Rock, come get on the cut
Rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular
Listen to me because I cause mass hysteria
Peace
 --] Heavy D
Mecca and the Soul Brother
 --] Heavy D
For real, baby
Like that
We for real
Comin' atcha
In '92
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth
Yeah, come on, hit me
I reminisce so you never forget this
The days of way-back, so many bear witness the fitness 
Take the first letter out of each word in this joint
Listen close as I prove my point
T to the R the O-Y, how did you and I meet?
In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street
But only you saw what took many time to see 
I dedicate this to you for believing in me
Rain or shine, yes, in any weather 
My Grandmom Pam holds the family together 
My Uncle Doc's the greatest, better yet, delay this
If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest 
Strive to be live 'cause I got no choice
And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce 
Pete Rock hit me, 'nough respect due 
When they reminisce over you, five-thousand
Listen, just listen to the funky song
As I rock on, and that's word is bond
I'm not playin'
Everybody
Just coolin'
This song we dedicate
To the one and only
Never be another
He was my brother
Trouble T-Roy
It's like that y'all
And you don't stop
Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth for '92
And we out
Later
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Just listen, just listen
Peace
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ghettos of the mind, la la
Come on, la la
Yeah, uh, la la
That's right, come on, la la
With the ghetto, la la
Talkin' from the ghetto, la la, yeah
With the ghetto, la la
Come on, yeah, la la
Ghettos of the mind, la la
Come on, la la
Yeah, uh, la la
That's right, come on, la la
With the ghetto, la la
Talkin' from the ghetto, la la, yeah
With the ghetto, la la
Come on, yeah, la la
You gotta 
Everybody must 
 You gotta 
Everybody must 
 
You got to 
Come on  
All Black people must 
Everybody must 
The YG's, they must 
The Hilltop, they must 
The whole money-earnin' must 
Everybody must 
Come on
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
You gotta 
Everybody must 
 You gotta 
Everybody must 
 
You got to 
Come on  
All Black people must 
Everybody must 
The YG's, they must 
The Hilltop, they must 
The whole money-earnin' must 
Everybody must 
Come on
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Ah yeah 
Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm
Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm
Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm
Stay cool, stay calm; stay cool, stay calm; stay cool, stay calm; cool, calm
Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm
Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm
Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm
Stay cool, stay calm; stay cool, stay calm; stay cool, stay calm; cool, calm

print(len(artistsurl)), print(len(lyrics_list)), print(len(urls))

3870
3784
3870

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#creating dataframe
a = {'Artist': artistsurl , 'lyrics':lyrics_list , 'URL' : urls}
hiphopDF = pd.DataFrame.from_dict(a, orient='index')
hiphopDF = hiphopDF.transpose()

pd. set_option('display.max_rows', None)

hiphopDF

	Artist	lyrics	URL
0	Eminem	I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-rap-god-lyrics
1	Eminem	You fuckin'—oh\r\nAnd I'm just playin', Diddy\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-killshot-lyrics
2	Eminem	Man, stop\r\nLook what I'm plannin', haha	https://genius.com/Eminem-godzilla-lyrics
3	Eminem	You better lose yourself in the music\r\nThe m...	https://genius.com/Eminem-lose-yourself-lyrics
4	Eminem	I'm friends with the monster that's under my b...	https://genius.com/Eminem-the-monster-lyrics
5	Eminem	So y'all gotta move, yeah, y'all gotta move, y...	https://genius.com/Eminem-lucky-you-lyrics
6	Eminem	*Plane crash*\r\nYeah \r\nYo, I'm just gonna w...	https://genius.com/Eminem-the-ringer-lyrics
7	Eminem	A tisk-it a task-it,\r\nI'll go tit-for-tat wi...	https://genius.com/Eminem-without-me-lyrics
8	Eminem	I've been a liar, been a thief\r\nBeen a lover...	https://genius.com/Eminem-river-lyrics
9	Eminem	My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I\r\nGot...	https://genius.com/Eminem-stan-lyrics
10	Eminem	Venom, adrenaline momentum\r\nAnd I'm not kno...	https://genius.com/Eminem-venom-lyrics
11	Eminem	I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady\r\nAll...	https://genius.com/Eminem-the-real-slim-shady-...
12	Eminem	Kick your shoes off, let your hair down\r\nAll...	https://genius.com/Eminem-berzerk-lyrics
13	Eminem	That's how much we have in common \r\nThat's h...	https://genius.com/Eminem-not-alike-lyrics
14	Eminem	Don't fall on my face \r\nDon't fall on my fai...	https://genius.com/Eminem-fall-lyrics
15	Eminem	Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart...	https://genius.com/Eminem-till-i-collapse-lyrics
16	Eminem	Just gonna stand there and watch me burn?\r\nW...	https://genius.com/Eminem-love-the-way-you-lie...
17	Eminem	]\r\nNow, everybody from the 313\r\nPut your m...	https://genius.com/Eminem-8-mile-b-rabbit-vs-p...
18	Eminem	Wait, wait, got the eeriest feelin'\r\nSomethi...	https://genius.com/Eminem-kamikaze-lyrics
19	Eminem	I walk on water\r\nBut I ain't no Jesus\r\nI w...	https://genius.com/Eminem-walk-on-water-lyrics
20	Eminem	Part 2: Produced by StreetRunner\r\nI also rep...	https://genius.com/Eminem-bad-guy-lyrics
21	Eminem	Now hush, little baby, don't you cry\r\nEveryt...	https://genius.com/Eminem-mockingbird-lyrics
22	Eminem	It may not mean nothin' to y'all\r\nBut unders...	https://genius.com/Drake-kanye-west-lil-wayne-...
23	Eminem	And I just can't keep livin' this way\r\nSo st...	https://genius.com/Eminem-not-afraid-lyrics
24	Eminem	[Chorus: Eminem, Lil Wayne,\r\nBoth\r\n, &\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eminem-no-love-lyrics
25	Eminem	In my shoes, just to see\r\nWhat it's like to ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-beautiful-lyrics
26	Eminem	I guess we are who we are\r\nHeadlights shinin...	https://genius.com/Eminem-headlights-lyrics
27	Eminem	This is survival of the fittest\r\nThis is do ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-survival-lyrics
28	Eminem	Greatest in the world \r\nGreatest in the worl...	https://genius.com/Eminem-greatest-lyrics
29	Eminem	But I do know one thing though\r\nBitches, the...	https://genius.com/Eminem-superman-lyrics
30	Eminem	I'm sorry, Mama\r\nI never meant to hurt you\r...	https://genius.com/Eminem-cleanin-out-my-close...
31	Eminem	And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-when-im-gone-lyrics
32	Eminem	Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked awa...	https://genius.com/Eminem-my-name-is-lyrics
33	Eminem	And I am whatever you say I am\r\nIf I wasn't,...	https://genius.com/Eminem-the-way-i-am-lyrics
34	Eminem	Game of love, love, love, love\r\nLa-La-La-La-...	https://genius.com/Eminem-love-game-lyrics
35	Eminem	Step by step, heart to heart\r\nLeft, right, l...	https://genius.com/Eminem-like-toy-soldiers-ly...
36	Eminem	This is my legacy, legacy, yeah\r\nThis is my ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-legacy-lyrics
37	Eminem	They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomein...	https://genius.com/Eminem-unaccommodating-lyrics
38	Eminem	So, after a year and six months, it's no longe...	https://genius.com/Eminem-space-bound-lyrics
39	Eminem	Sing with me , sing for the year \r\nSing for ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-sing-for-the-moment-...
40	Eminem	They say these bars are like COVID \r\nYou get...	https://genius.com/Eminem-gnat-lyrics
41	Eminem	[Pre-Chorus: Sia,\r\nEminem\r\n]\r\nI was a, a...	https://genius.com/Eminem-guts-over-fear-lyrics
42	Eminem	'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers \r\nI'm not a...	https://genius.com/Eminem-marshall-mathers-lyrics
43	Eminem	MEL-MAN: Aight, look\r\nEMINEM: Uh-huh\r\nMEL-...	https://genius.com/Eminem-criminal-lyrics
44	Eminem	Or I'ma kill you! You don't wanna fuck with me...	https://genius.com/Eminem-kill-you-lyrics
45	Eminem	And I don't wanna be alone in the darkness\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eminem-darkness-lyrics
46	Eminem	And I thank you , ‘cause you made me \r\nA bet...	https://genius.com/Eminem-stronger-than-i-was-...
47	Eminem	Lately it seems as if it's me against\r\nThe w...	https://genius.com/Eminem-detroit-vs-everybody...
48	Eminem	Do you still believe in me?\r\nDidn't I give e...	https://genius.com/Eminem-believe-lyrics
49	Eminem	So long, bitch, you did me so wrong\r\nI don't...	https://genius.com/Eminem-kim-lyrics
50	Eminem	Yeah\r\nTryna figure out the difference\r\nBut...	https://genius.com/Eminem-evil-twin-lyrics
51	Eminem	White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar\r\nMy ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-untouchable-lyrics
52	Eminem	I'm Slim Shady \r\nI'm back , I'm back\r\nThat...	https://genius.com/Eminem-im-back-lyrics
53	Eminem	Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' lea...	https://genius.com/Eminem-you-gon-learn-lyrics
54	Eminem	I'm standin' in the flames\r\nAnd it’s a beaut...	https://genius.com/Eminem-beautiful-pain-lyrics
55	Eminem	White America! I could be one of your kids\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eminem-white-america-lyrics
56	Eminem	My life would be so much better\r\nIf you just...	https://genius.com/Eminem-so-much-better-lyrics
57	Eminem	I'ma wash away my sins\r\nI'ma rinse away this...	https://genius.com/Eminem-stepping-stone-lyrics
58	Eminem	So when you see me on yo' block with two Glock...	https://genius.com/Eminem-just-dont-give-a-fuc...
59	Eminem	Bitch…	https://genius.com/Eminem-rhyme-or-reason-lyrics
60	Eminem	If I was president, gettin' off is\r\nThe firs...	https://genius.com/Eminem-campaign-speech-lyrics
61	Eminem	Man, I got evidence, I'm never dense\r\nAnd I'...	https://genius.com/Eminem-infinite-lyrics
62	Eminem	Like Chloraseptic	https://genius.com/Eminem-chloraseptic-remix-l...
63	Eminem	I be on my own, head up in the clouds like Zeu...	https://genius.com/Eminem-zeus-lyrics
64	Eminem	[Pre-Chorus 2: Nate Dogg, Eminem,\r\nNate Dogg...	https://genius.com/Eminem-shake-that-lyrics
65	Eminem	Everybody knows\r\nThat you're just an asshole...	https://genius.com/Eminem-asshole-lyrics
66	Eminem	Here we go aga-ain, from heroes to villains\r\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-good-guy-lyrics
67	Eminem	I'm getting by with my wicked ways\r\nI'm load...	https://genius.com/Eminem-wicked-ways-lyrics
68	Eminem	I came to the club drunk with a fake ID\r\nDon...	https://genius.com/Eminem-role-model-lyrics
69	Eminem	, &\r\nGrady's Wife\r\n]\r\nHere I lay\r\nMeet...	https://genius.com/Eminem-guilty-conscience-ly...
70	Eminem	So you're tryna secure your legacy like Shakur...	https://genius.com/Eminem-kings-never-die-lyrics
71	Eminem	Maybe that's why I feel so strange\r\nGot it a...	https://genius.com/Eminem-so-far-lyrics
72	Eminem	The adventures of Moon Man & Slim \r\nYes, who...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-and-eminem-the-adv...
73	Eminem	Yeah\r\nSo I guess this is what it is, huh?\r\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-premonition-intro-ly...
74	Eminem	Just wanna be normal\r\nWhy can't you be norma...	https://genius.com/Eminem-normal-lyrics
75	Eminem	"If you had a brain, you'd be dangerous\r\nA b...	https://genius.com/Eminem-brainless-lyrics
76	Eminem	Only reason I dissed you in the first place\r\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-the-warning-lyrics
77	Eminem	Oh, step into the unknown and find yourself\r\...	https://genius.com/Eminem-phenomenal-lyrics
78	Eminem	'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eminem-offended-lyrics
79	Eminem	Now it don't feel like the world's on my shoul...	https://genius.com/Eminem-hailies-song-lyrics
80	Eminem	Ow, ow, ow \r\nI'm gonna facking cum! \r\nFack...	https://genius.com/Eminem-fack-lyrics
81	Eminem	I'm a man, gotta make a new plan\r\nTime for m...	https://genius.com/Eminem-8-mile-lyrics
82	Eminem	Too late for the other side\r\nCaught in a cha...	https://genius.com/Eminem-25-to-life-lyrics
83	Eminem	Aw, naw, big Slim Dogg\r\nEighty pound balls ,...	https://genius.com/Eminem-bitch-please-ii-lyrics
84	Eminem	The way she moves, she dances like a go-go\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eminem-ass-like-that-lyrics
85	Eminem	I'm an emotional wreck, weak \r\nEverything ov...	https://genius.com/Eminem-and-jessie-reyez-nic...
86	Eminem	Now let's get down to business\r\nI don't got ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-business-lyrics
87	Eminem	Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh\r\nI'm as cold as the col...	https://genius.com/Eminem-cold-wind-blows-lyrics
88	Eminem	Well, it's Tuesday and I'm locked up\r\nI'm in...	https://genius.com/Eminem-just-lose-it-lyrics
89	Eminem	If you wanna go hard tonight\r\nWell then, the...	https://genius.com/Eminem-those-kinda-nights-l...
90	2Pac	I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders o...	https://genius.com/2pac-hit-em-up-lyrics
91	2Pac	That's just the way it is \r\nThings'll never ...	https://genius.com/2pac-changes-lyrics
92	2Pac	Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier\r\nOoh...	https://genius.com/2pac-keep-ya-head-up-lyrics
93	2Pac	They got a A-P-B out on my thug family\r\nSinc...	https://genius.com/2pac-hail-mary-lyrics
94	2Pac	Lady, don't you know we love ya? \r\nSweet lad...	https://genius.com/2pac-dear-mama-lyrics
95	2Pac	South Central\r\nUh, that's right\r\nNow make ...	https://genius.com/2pac-california-love-lyrics
96	2Pac	My murderous lyrics, equipped with spirits of ...	https://genius.com/2pac-ambitionz-az-a-ridah-l...
97	2Pac	Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I ...	https://genius.com/2pac-all-eyez-on-me-lyrics
98	2Pac	It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin'\r\nEverybo...	https://genius.com/2pac-2-of-amerikaz-most-wan...
99	2Pac	How many brothers fell victim to the streets?\...	https://genius.com/2pac-life-goes-on-lyrics
100	2Pac	Guess you figure you know me, ‘cause I'm a thu...	https://genius.com/2pac-only-god-can-judge-me-...
101	2Pac	Keepin all these dreams\r\nProvin nature's law...	https://genius.com/2pac-the-rose-that-grew-fro...
102	2Pac	You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm d...	https://genius.com/2pac-runnin-dying-to-live-l...
103	2Pac	I ain't mad at cha\r\nI ain't mad at cha\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/2pac-i-aint-mad-at-cha-lyrics
104	2Pac	Me against the world\r\nNothin' to lose\r\nIt'...	https://genius.com/2pac-me-against-the-world-l...
105	2Pac	'Round and 'round, around we go\r\n'Round and ...	https://genius.com/2pac-i-get-around-lyrics
106	2Pac	Lord! \r\nI suffered through the years\r\nAnd ...	https://genius.com/2pac-so-many-tears-lyrics
107	2Pac	I'm tellin' ya, it's the same old shit\r\nI me...	https://genius.com/2pac-all-about-u-lyrics
108	2Pac	Lord, can you hear me speak?\r\nTo pay the pri...	https://genius.com/2pac-ghetto-gospel-lyrics
109	2Pac	Now he left you with scars, tears on your pill...	https://genius.com/2pac-do-for-love-lyrics
110	2Pac	Thug Life, baby\r\nDon't believe everything yo...	https://genius.com/2pac-cant-c-me-lyrics
111	2Pac	Did you hear about the rose that grew from a c...	https://genius.com/2pac-the-rose-that-grew-fro...
112	2Pac	All I need in this life of sin\r\nIs me and my...	https://genius.com/2pac-me-and-my-girlfriend-l...
113	2Pac	How do you want it?\r\nHow do you feel?\r\nCom...	https://genius.com/2pac-how-do-u-want-it-lyrics
114	2Pac	I'd rather be ya N-I-G-G-A \r\nSo we can get d...	https://genius.com/2pac-ratha-be-ya-nigga-lyrics
115	2Pac	It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans\r\nBlack ...	https://genius.com/2pac-to-live-and-die-in-la-...
116	2Pac	Brenda's got a baby\r\nBrenda's got a baby\r\n...	https://genius.com/2pac-brendas-got-a-baby-lyrics
117	2Pac	Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my 9\r\n...	https://genius.com/2pac-picture-me-rollin-lyrics
118	2Pac	Dear Mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' go...	https://genius.com/2pac-thugz-mansion-7-remix-...
119	2Pac	So take these broken wings\r\nI need your hand...	https://genius.com/2pac-until-the-end-of-time-...
120	2Pac	I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know\r\nThis ...	https://genius.com/2pac-against-all-odds-lyrics
121	2Pac	Nigga, Kadafi say!\r\nBack in the days we hust...	https://genius.com/2pac-starin-through-my-rear...
122	2Pac	\r\nIn this game, the lesson's in your eyes t...	https://genius.com/2pac-unconditional-love-lyrics
123	2Pac	Biatch! Come on, bring it, down with it!\r\nTh...	https://genius.com/2pac-bomb-first-my-second-r...
124	2Pac	Please take care of all my kids and my unborn ...	https://genius.com/2pac-letter-2-my-unborn-lyrics
125	2Pac	You wonda why we call you bitch\r\nYou wonda w...	https://genius.com/2pac-wonda-why-they-call-u-...
126	2Pac	Now, me and you was real cool, hell on them sq...	https://genius.com/2pac-better-dayz-lyrics
127	2Pac	U R the omega of my heart\r\nThe foundation 4 ...	https://genius.com/2pac-jada-annotated
128	2Pac	Fuck you losers\r\nWhile you fake jacks, I mak...	https://genius.com/2pac-got-my-mind-made-up-ly...
129	2Pac	Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder\r\nKi...	https://genius.com/2pac-if-i-die-2nite-lyrics
130	2Pac	La la la la, la, la\r\nLa, la-la la, lahhh\r\n...	https://genius.com/2pac-troublesome-96-lyrics
131	2Pac	And I remember what my poppa told me\r\nRememb...	https://genius.com/2pac-blasphemy-lyrics
132	2Pac	Ohhh…\r\nTired of the strain and the pain\r\nO...	https://genius.com/2pac-pain-lyrics
133	2Pac	I know you've been searchin' for someone\r\nTo...	https://genius.com/2pac-temptations-lyrics
134	2Pac	My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some ni...	https://genius.com/2pac-heartz-of-men-lyrics
135	2Pac	I'm down for you so ride with me\r\nMy enemies...	https://genius.com/2pac-never-had-a-friend-lik...
136	2Pac	Remember poppin' and lockin' to Kurtis Blow, t...	https://genius.com/2pac-old-school-lyrics
137	2Pac	Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the mo...	https://genius.com/2pac-holla-at-me-lyrics
138	2Pac	I came to bring the pain, hardcore from the br...	https://genius.com/2pac-no-more-pain-lyrics
139	2Pac	I like the way you give it to me\r\nLet me see...	https://genius.com/2pac-toss-it-up-lyrics
140	2Pac	Hahhahaha, yeah nigga\r\nLet a nigga hang out ...	https://genius.com/2pac-run-tha-streetz-lyrics
141	2Pac	Said he's gonna be, said he's gonna be\r\nOne ...	https://genius.com/2pac-shorty-wanna-be-a-thug...
142	2Pac	We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise...	https://genius.com/2pac-tradin-war-stories-lyrics
143	2Pac	]\r\nSo much pressure in the air \r\nAnd I can...	https://genius.com/2pac-can-u-get-away-lyrics
144	2Pac	Now, all the homies got love for me\r\nDown to...	https://genius.com/2pac-they-dont-give-a-f-abo...
145	2Pac	God bless the dead\r\nGod bless the dead\r\nGo...	https://genius.com/2pac-god-bless-the-dead-lyrics
146	2Pac	We must fight for brother\r\nMumia\r\nWe must ...	https://genius.com/2pac-white-manz-world-lyrics
147	2Pac	I walk around with a knife in my back\r\nTalki...	https://genius.com/2pac-breathin-lyrics
148	2Pac	This is for all the real motherfuckin' niggas ...	https://genius.com/2pac-death-around-the-corne...
149	2Pac	God, help me out here, ‘cause I'm possessed\r\...	https://genius.com/2pac-krazy-lyrics
150	2Pac	Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tr...	https://genius.com/2pac-fuck-friendz-lyrics
151	2Pac	I gotta give my fuck offs\r\nFuck you to the S...	https://genius.com/2pac-i-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics
152	2Pac	I heard it's the bomb\r\nAnd you got it goin' ...	https://genius.com/2pac-thug-passion-lyrics
153	2Pac	Sometimes when I'm alone\r\nI cry because I'm ...	https://genius.com/2pac-sometimes-i-cry-poem-a...
154	2Pac	I ain't scared to die\r\nDo you wanna live for...	https://genius.com/2pac-only-fear-of-death-lyrics
155	2Pac	They got me trapped\r\nUh-uh, they can't keep ...	https://genius.com/2pac-trapped-lyrics
156	2Pac	Mama raised a hellraiser, stress gettin' major...	https://genius.com/2pac-hellrazor-lyrics
157	2Pac	I don't have everything\r\nAs a matter of fact...	https://genius.com/2pac-and-still-i-love-u-ann...
158	2Pac	Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die\r\...	https://genius.com/2pac-ghost-lyrics
159	2Pac	When we ride on our enemies\r\nMake sure every...	https://genius.com/2pac-when-we-ride-on-our-en...
160	2Pac	Dear mama, don't cry, your baby boy's doin' go...	https://genius.com/2pac-thugz-mansion-nas-acou...
161	2Pac	Lord knows!\r\nLord knows.. Jesus..	https://genius.com/2pac-lord-knows-lyrics
162	2Pac	It ain't easy being me\r\nWill I see the penit...	https://genius.com/2pac-it-aint-easy-lyrics
163	2Pac	They wanna know if I claim the clique that I'm...	https://genius.com/2pac-fuck-the-world-lyrics
164	2Pac	Call me a Bad Boy killer, murder motherfuckers...	https://genius.com/2pac-made-niggaz-lyrics
165	2Pac	Dangerous and ambitious, while schemin' on get...	https://genius.com/2pac-skandalouz-lyrics
166	2Pac	A body map of 2Pac's tattoos, starting from th...	https://genius.com/2pac-2pacs-tattoos-annotated
167	2Pac	"I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no f...	https://genius.com/2pac-fuck-all-yall-lyrics
168	2Pac	I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto\r\nI wonder if...	https://genius.com/2pac-i-wonder-if-heaven-got...
169	2Pac	Oh, why should you send your child off to die?...	https://genius.com/2pac-when-thugz-cry-lyrics
170	2Pac	Holler if ya hear me!\r\n"Hard"\r\n"Tellin' yo...	https://genius.com/2pac-holler-if-ya-hear-me-l...
171	2Pac	Thug for life, high 'til I die\r\nWhen them st...	https://genius.com/2pac-thug-4-life-lyrics
172	2Pac	Don't get caught in the publicity and caught i...	https://genius.com/2pac-one-day-at-a-time-ems-...
173	2Pac	Nightmare! That's what I am\r\nAmerica's night...	https://genius.com/2pac-words-of-wisdom-lyrics
174	2Pac	They got me thinkin' strugglin' and hustling's...	https://genius.com/2pac-and-outlawz-killuminat...
175	2Pac	If you really wanna fuck with me, I'm ready\r\...	https://genius.com/2pac-whatz-ya-phone-lyrics
176	2Pac	God bless the child that can hold his own\r\nI...	https://genius.com/2pac-hold-ya-head-lyrics
177	2Pac	Still I , I rise , please, give me to the sky ...	https://genius.com/2pac-and-outlawz-still-i-ri...
178	2Pac	I exist in the depths of solitude\r\npondering...	https://genius.com/2pac-in-the-depths-of-solit...
179	2Pac	Thug for Life, I will be\r\nThis is the ballad...	https://genius.com/2pac-ballad-of-a-dead-soulj...
180	The Notorious B.I.G.	[Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. &\r\nPuff...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-juicy-lyrics
181	The Notorious B.I.G.	I love it when you call me Big Poppa\r\nThrow ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-big-poppa...
182	The Notorious B.I.G.	Hello?\r\nAw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it,...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-suicidal-...
183	The Notorious B.I.G.	Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see?\r\nSome...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-hypnotize...
184	The Notorious B.I.G.	1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9\r\nIt's the ten crac...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-ten-crack...
185	The Notorious B.I.G.	Nigga roll with Bone up into the\r\ndank spot\...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-notorious...
186	The Notorious B.I.G.	Come here, come here \r\nOpen your fucking mou...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-who-shot-...
187	The Notorious B.I.G.	What's going on? \r\nSomebody tell me \r\nI do...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-mo-money-...
188	The Notorious B.I.G.	Take that motherfuckers	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-gimme-the...
189	The Notorious B.I.G.	[Chorus: Diddy &\r\nThe Notorious B.I.G.\r\n]\...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-dead-wron...
190	The Notorious B.I.G.	Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 \r\nAll you h...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-kick-in-t...
191	The Notorious B.I.G.	C'mon, motherfucker\r\nMan, I'm comin' as fast...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-warning-l...
192	The Notorious B.I.G.	And that's just how the shit go in the struggl...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-everyday-...
193	The Notorious B.I.G.	Oh, Biggie, give me one more chance\r\nOh, Big...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-one-more-...
194	The Notorious B.I.G.	Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-skys-the-...
195	The Notorious B.I.G.	]\r\nOne more chance\r\nBiggie, give me one mo...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-one-more-...
196	The Notorious B.I.G.	Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah\r\...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-me-and-my...
197	The Notorious B.I.G.	Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit\r\nAnd e...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-the-what-...
198	The Notorious B.I.G.	There'll be nothin', there'll be nothin' but s...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-whats-bee...
199	The Notorious B.I.G.	"I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"\r...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-i-got-a-s...
200	The Notorious B.I.G.	Now I lay me down to sleep \r\nPray the Lord m...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-machine-g...
201	The Notorious B.I.G.	(Music stops\r\nIndecipherable sounds of peopl...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-ready-to-...
202	The Notorious B.I.G.	Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you\r\nY...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-party-and...
203	The Notorious B.I.G.	Uhh, uhh\r\nYou can be the shit, flash the fat...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-long-kiss...
204	The Notorious B.I.G.	Picture me being scared\r\nOf a nigga that bre...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-youre-nob...
205	The Notorious B.I.G.	It's unbelievable\r\nBiggie— Biggie— Biggie Sm...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-niggas-bl...
206	The Notorious B.I.G.	If I wasn't in the rap game\r\nI'd probably ha...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-unbelieva...
207	The Notorious B.I.G.	Let's stop the bullshit, baby\r\nLet me take y...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-things-do...
208	The Notorious B.I.G.	Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem\r\nGu...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-fuck-you-...
209	The Notorious B.I.G.	]\r\nI'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-respect-l...
210	The Notorious B.I.G.	You know what I'm sayin', Tim, man?\r\nI ain't...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-going-bac...
211	The Notorious B.I.G.	Come on, motherfuckers, come on\r\nCome on, mo...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-just-play...
212	The Notorious B.I.G.	Is my mind playing tricks? Like Scarface and B...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-come-on-l...
213	The Notorious B.I.G.	Somebody gotta die\r\nIf I go, you got to go\r...	https://genius.com/Matoma-and-the-notorious-bi...
214	The Notorious B.I.G.	Gotta love my lil' nasty girl\r\nKnow I love m...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-somebodys...
215	The Notorious B.I.G.	I love the dough, more than you know \r\nGotta...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-nasty-gir...
216	The Notorious B.I.G.	I reach my peak, I can't speak\r\nCall my nigg...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-i-love-th...
217	The Notorious B.I.G.	That's not all, MC's have the gall \r\nTo pray...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-hold-ya-h...
218	The Notorious B.I.G.	The world is filled with pimps and hoes\r\nWe'...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-my-downfa...
219	The Notorious B.I.G.	You know that ain't right with a friend of min...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-the-world...
220	The Notorious B.I.G.	She did you a favor, c'mon now, yeah\r\nNOTORI...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-friend-of...
221	The Notorious B.I.G.	(\r\nJodeci song playing in the background\r\n...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-notorious...
222	The Notorious B.I.G.	What you wanna do?\r\nI got that old thing bac...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-fuck-me-i...
223	The Notorious B.I.G.	Making money, living marvelous\r\nIn God we tr...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-want-that...
224	The Notorious B.I.G.	Can I live 'til my last day?\r\nHittin' honies...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-spit-your...
225	The Notorious B.I.G.	Ooh, I'm missin' you \r\nTell me why the road ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-last-day-...
226	The Notorious B.I.G.	You nasty boy, you nasty\r\nYou nasty boy, you...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-miss-u-ly...
227	The Notorious B.I.G.	What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-nasty-boy...
228	The Notorious B.I.G.	You knew I was a dog when you met me, bitch \r...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-another-l...
229	The Notorious B.I.G.	I get money, money I got\r\nStunts call me hon...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-big-booty...
230	The Notorious B.I.G.	]\r\nI remember back in time\r\nBefore all the...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-intro-lyrics
231	The Notorious B.I.G.	Uhh, uhh\r\nI got a new mouth to feed, I'm due...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-1970-some...
232	The Notorious B.I.G.	]\r\nPlaya playa \r\nPlaya playa \r\nPlaya pla...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-rap-pheno...
233	The Notorious B.I.G.	To all my Brooklyn \r\nTo all my Uptown \r\nTo...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-playa-hat...
234	The Notorious B.I.G.	On the road to riches and diamond rings\r\nRea...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-niggas-ly...
235	The Notorious B.I.G.	Can I get witcha, can I get witcha\r\nCan I ge...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-real-nigg...
236	The Notorious B.I.G.	Previously on Ready to Die\r\n... me and her s...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-can-i-get...
237	The Notorious B.I.G.	C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon\r\nBitch gr...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-life-afte...
238	The Notorious B.I.G.	Is anybody listenin'? Tell me can you can see\...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-dangerous...
239	The Notorious B.I.G.	All the players in '94, recognize\r\nShelton D...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-living-in...
240	The Notorious B.I.G.	To all my thugs who puffed himsTo all my girls...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-hustlers-...
241	The Notorious B.I.G.	Yes it's me, the B.I.G\r\nCompetition ripper e...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-macs-and-...
242	The Notorious B.I.G.	]\r\nBiggie, give me, one more\r\nGive me one ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-biggie-ly...
243	The Notorious B.I.G.	[\r\nVerse 1: Eminem\r\n]\r\nIt has been said ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-1991-bloc...
244	The Notorious B.I.G.	Niggas never thought they'd see Cube and Biggi...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-one-more-...
245	The Notorious B.I.G.	I know you bitches know that I ain't to be pla...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-it-has-be...
246	The Notorious B.I.G.	Would you ride with me? \r\nWould you lie for ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-if-i-shou...
247	The Notorious B.I.G.	Repeat Chorus Twice\r\nHow many licks does it ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-hope-you-...
248	The Notorious B.I.G.	]\r\nAs I grab the Glock, put it to your head ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-would-you...
249	The Notorious B.I.G.	Hey yo, Enuff\r\n, man! What you got to drink ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-dead-wron...
250	The Notorious B.I.G.	When I was young my M.O. was to go hand in han...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-im-with-w...
251	The Notorious B.I.G.	They talk about it, we all about it\r\nThey ma...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-pepsi-fre...
252	The Notorious B.I.G.	They'll be nothin but smooth sailing \r\nWhen ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-and-50-ce...
253	The Notorious B.I.G.	Yo\r\nC-Gutta, where you at?\r\nD Rockafella\r...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-running-y...
254	The Notorious B.I.G.	A whole lotta niggas want Big to make a demo t...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-beef-lyrics
255	The Notorious B.I.G.	I used to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo, bricks of...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-big-inter...
256	The Notorious B.I.G.	And you don't stop, and you don't stop\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-microphon...
257	The Notorious B.I.G.	This goes out to cats , fingers in they ass ag...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-breakin-o...
258	The Notorious B.I.G.	To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-guarantee...
259	The Notorious B.I.G.	Nigga, Versace down\r\nDonna Karan, Diamonds g...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-get-your-...
260	The Notorious B.I.G.	]	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-living-th...
261	The Notorious B.I.G.	Let me get down, let me get down, let me get d...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-big-poppa...
262	The Notorious B.I.G.	Recognize\r\nNotorious Biggie Smalls, '94 Read...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-i-really-...
263	The Notorious B.I.G.	Yo, yo, how we do niggas, I don't beef, I shoo...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-let-me-ge...
264	The Notorious B.I.G.	And ya don't stop, hit it!\r\nMumbling and whi...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-freestyle...
265	The Notorious B.I.G.	Remember me and you smokin' in the Lexus Jeep\...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-tonight-l...
266	The Notorious B.I.G.	Biggie Duets...\r\nBorn Again...\r\nLife After...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-mumbling-...
267	The Notorious B.I.G.	Mi casa, you casa \r\nI ain't lookin for no wi...	https://genius.com/Faith-evans-and-the-notorio...
268	The Notorious B.I.G.	Bitch, be humble \r\nSit down \r\nBe humble \r...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-just-a-me...
269	The Notorious B.I.G.	G-yeah, cocaine, weed\r\nNiggas been mixin' sh...	https://genius.com/The-notorious-big-mi-casa-l...
270	Kendrick Lamar	Nigga, why you babysittin' only two or three s...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-humble-lyrics
271	Kendrick Lamar	'Magine Rock up in them projects where them ni...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-maad-city-ly...
272	Kendrick Lamar	It's not a place\r\nThis country is to me a so...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-swimming-poo...
273	Kendrick Lamar	I can feel the changes\r\nI can feel the new p...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-dna-lyrics
274	Kendrick Lamar	Bitch, where you when I was walkin'—*Gunshot*\...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-money-trees-...
275	Kendrick Lamar	You can get it, you can get it\r\nYou can get ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-xxx-lyrics
276	Kendrick Lamar	If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you stil...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-bitch-dont-k...
277	Kendrick Lamar	All my life I want money and power\r\nRespect ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-king-kunta-l...
278	Kendrick Lamar	Wouldn't you know\r\nWe been hurt, been down b...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-poetic-justi...
279	Kendrick Lamar	When the lights shut off and it's my turn\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-love-lyrics
280	Kendrick Lamar	The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice\r...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-backseat-fre...
281	Kendrick Lamar	La di da di da, slob on me knob\r\nPass me som...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-alright-lyrics
282	Kendrick Lamar	I said I'm geeked and I'm fired up \r\nAll I w...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-sing-about-m...
283	Kendrick Lamar	If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make i...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-blacker-...
284	Kendrick Lamar	I went to war last night\r\nWith an automatic ...	https://genius.com/Jay-rock-kendrick-lamar-fut...
285	Kendrick Lamar	Eight doobies to the face, fuck that\r\nTwelve...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-loyalty-lyrics
286	Kendrick Lamar	When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-element-lyrics
287	Kendrick Lamar	If I could smoke fear away, I'd roll that moth...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-i-album-vers...
288	Kendrick Lamar	What you want you? A house or a car?\r\nForty ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-adhd-lyrics
289	Kendrick Lamar	This may be the night that my dreams might let...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-mortal-man-l...
290	Kendrick Lamar	And you the reason why mom and them leavin'\r\...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-fear-lyrics
291	Kendrick Lamar	Let's get it!\r\nLook, look!\r\nOn foenem	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-wesleys-theo...
292	Kendrick Lamar	Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had\r\nA sh...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-and-sza-all-...
293	Kendrick Lamar	Now, in a perfect world, I probably won't be i...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-u-lyrics
294	Kendrick Lamar	Thgifnug a ni eid dna rehtaf a tuohtiw pu werg...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-heart-pa...
295	Kendrick Lamar	If your walls could talk, they’d tell you it’s...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-art-of-p...
296	Kendrick Lamar	I washed my hands, I said my grace\r\nWhat mor...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-pride-lyrics
297	Kendrick Lamar	, yup-yup , I know\r\n, for sure , amen\r\nGot...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-duckworth-ly...
298	Kendrick Lamar	Just call the shit HiiiPoWeR\r\nYeah, nothing ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-these-walls-...
299	Kendrick Lamar	Dick hard like rottweiler\r\nCan you handle it...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-how-much-a-d...
300	Kendrick Lamar	Let me jump in this bitch\r\nTwo phones, but I...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-rigamortis-l...
301	Kendrick Lamar	Everybody want to talk about who this and who ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-hiiipower-ly...
302	Kendrick Lamar	Please leave your message for three-two-three\...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-black-friday...
303	Kendrick Lamar	They want that shit, they often fiend\r\nI giv...	https://genius.com/Baby-keem-and-kendrick-lama...
304	Kendrick Lamar	Lately, I feel like I been lusting over the fa...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-hood-politic...
305	Kendrick Lamar	Who doing the drums?\r\nMan put that nigga on ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-sherane-aka-...
306	Kendrick Lamar	Ain't nobody prayin' for me\r\nWho prayin' for...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-recipe-l...
307	Kendrick Lamar	Buzzin', radars is buzzin'\r\nYah, yah, yah, y...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-lust-lyrics
308	Kendrick Lamar	"Shit don't change until you get up and wash y...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-untitled-02-...
309	Kendrick Lamar	I'ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up\r\nYou ai...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-feel-lyrics
310	Kendrick Lamar	Just in case my faith go, I'll live by my own ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-yah-lyrics
311	Kendrick Lamar	Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals, ni...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-institutiona...
312	Kendrick Lamar	Is it wickedness?\r\nIs it weakness?\r\nYou de...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-for-free-int...
313	Kendrick Lamar	The reason why I know you very well\r\nCause w...	https://genius.com/The-weeknd-and-kendrick-lam...
314	Kendrick Lamar	This what God feel like\r\nHuh, he-yeah \r\nLa...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-bitch-dont-k...
315	Kendrick Lamar	This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on ever...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-blood-lyrics
316	Kendrick Lamar	But I want you to want me too \r\nI want the h...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-real-lyrics
317	Kendrick Lamar	Mass hallucination, baby\r\nIll education, bab...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-god-lyrics
318	Kendrick Lamar	I met a little boy that resembled my features\...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-cartoon-and-...
319	Kendrick Lamar	Servin' up a look, dancin' in a drought\r\nHel...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-heart-pa...
320	Kendrick Lamar	Demetrius is Mary-Ann now\r\nHe's more confide...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-good-kid-lyrics
321	Kendrick Lamar	I feel like Pacino in Godfather, I'm charged\r...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-momma-lyrics
322	Kendrick Lamar	Get you, get you, get you, get you\r\nI'ma go ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-n95-lyrics
323	Kendrick Lamar	Barefoot babies with no care\r\nTeenage gun to...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-auntie-diari...
324	Kendrick Lamar	I grieve different\r\nI grieve different \r\nT...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-untitled-07-...
325	Kendrick Lamar	You know what? Fuck you, bitch \r\nFuck you, b...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-for-sale-int...
326	Kendrick Lamar	Can't detour when you at war with your city, w...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-complexion-a...
327	Kendrick Lamar	I holler, "What you do? What you say?"\r\nI sh...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-united-in-gr...
328	Kendrick Lamar	Big shots , purped up, syruped up, nigga, like...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-and-taylour-...
329	Kendrick Lamar	Uh, shoutout to ScHoolboy Q\r\nHe uglier than ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-ronald-reaga...
330	Kendrick Lamar	R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P\r\nR.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-untitled-03-...
331	Kendrick Lamar	You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga\r\nYo...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-and-travis-s...
332	Kendrick Lamar	I wish I was somebody\r\nAnybody but myself\r\...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-look-out-for...
333	Kendrick Lamar	And Lord knows she's beautiful\r\nLord knows t...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-blow-my-high...
334	Kendrick Lamar	I mean, I've seen so many things come through ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-you-aint-got...
335	Kendrick Lamar	Early mornin' wake-ups , practicin' on day-off...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-mother-i-sob...
336	Kendrick Lamar	Hol' up , hol' up \r\nHol' up , hol' up \r\nYe...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-keishas-song...
337	Kendrick Lamar	Too many niggas, not enough hoes\r\nAnd some o...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-fuck-your-et...
338	Kendrick Lamar	Compton, Compton\r\nAin't no city quite like m...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-father-time-...
339	Kendrick Lamar	'Cause everytime y'all come around\r\nY'all be...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-hol-up-lyrics
340	Kendrick Lamar	Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly\r\nBla...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-spiteful...
341	Kendrick Lamar	He drove alone, with a bottle of his own gripp...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-compton-lyrics
342	Kendrick Lamar	[Intro: Dash Snow, Daniel Joseph &\r\nKendrick...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-cut-you-off-...
343	Kendrick Lamar	We hurt people that love us, love people that\...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-black-boy-fl...
344	Kendrick Lamar	Bitch, are you happy for me?\r\nReally, are yo...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-untitled-05-...
345	Kendrick Lamar	Hold on, let's get this shit, let's get this s...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-heart-pt...
346	Kendrick Lamar	Smoke good, eat good, live good\r\nSmoke good,...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-opposites-at...
347	Kendrick Lamar	The world is a ghetto with big guns and picket...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-baby-keem-an...
348	Kendrick Lamar	I hope I'm not too late to set my demons strai...	https://genius.com/Baby-keem-and-kendrick-lama...
349	Kendrick Lamar	Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-poe-mans-dre...
350	Kendrick Lamar	What the—\r\nEight billion people on Earth, si...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-i-single-ver...
351	Kendrick Lamar	And now we dump'n out the roof, \r\nDrive past...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-blxst-and-am...
352	Kendrick Lamar	Now everybody put your hands up high\r\nIf you...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-count-me-out...
353	Kendrick Lamar	And I'm so happy I cry\r\nCause I can't believ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-worldwide-st...
354	Kendrick Lamar	Shit on my mind and it's heavy\r\nTell you in ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-the-jig-is-u...
355	Kendrick Lamar	I know she 'bout to ask me how she look\r\nI t...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-ignorance-is...
356	Kendrick Lamar	Come here, girl\r\nOh, you want me to touch yo...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-now-or-never...
357	Kendrick Lamar	All alone, I watch you watch her\r\nLike she's...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-and-tanna-le...
358	Kendrick Lamar	Hat down, cross town, livin' like a rockstar\r...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-no-makeup-he...
359	Kendrick Lamar	Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town ...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-untitled-01-...
360	Nas	Call me when you want, call me when you need\r...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-i-hate-u-i-lov...
361	Nas	I told you long ago on the road\r\nI got what ...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-old-town-road-rem...
362	Nas	New York state of mind\r\nNew York state of mi...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-old-town-road-lyrics
363	Nas	I will\r\nNot lose\r\n(\r\nGod's son across th...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-montero-call-me-b...
364	Nas	D-D-Daytrip took it to ten	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-and-jack-harlow-i...
365	Nas	Break it down\r\nIt's yours, it's yours\r\nIt'...	https://genius.com/Nas-ny-state-of-mind-lyrics
366	Nas	Sabali, sabali, sabali yonkote\r\nSabali, saba...	https://genius.com/Nas-ether-lyrics
367	Nas	Y'a–Y'all know my steelo\r\nTher–Ther–Ther–The...	https://genius.com/Nas-lifes-a-bitch-lyrics
368	Nas	They wanna know if I'll be lastin'\r\nBitch, e...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-panini-lyrics
369	Nas	One love, one love, one love, one love\r\nOne ...	https://genius.com/Nas-the-world-is-yours-lyrics
370	Nas	Oh, here we go, please let me know\r\nOh, 'for...	https://genius.com/Nas-and-damian-marley-patie...
371	Nas	]\r\nIf I ruled the world \r\nI'd free all my ...	https://genius.com/Nas-the-message-lyrics
372	Nas	Thank god I ain't–\r\nThank god I ain't have t...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-holiday-lyrics
373	Nas	It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail\r...	https://genius.com/Nas-one-love-lyrics
374	Nas	I want someone to love me\r\nI need someone wh...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-and-cardi-b-rodeo...
375	Nas	Nas is like; life or death; I'm a rebel\r\nMy ...	https://genius.com/Nas-if-i-ruled-the-world-im...
376	Nas	Bitch ass niggas! Bitch ass niggas!\r\nYou bit...	https://genius.com/Rico-nasty-smack-a-bitch-ly...
377	Nas	True say, I want and I need\r\nTo let go, use ...	https://genius.com/Nas-it-aint-hard-to-tell-ly...
378	Nas	"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"\r\n...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-thats-what-i-want...
379	Nas	It's still halftime\r\n To the Queensbridge c...	https://genius.com/Nas-nas-is-like-lyrics
380	Nas	Helplessly hoping\r\nHer harlequin hovers near...	https://genius.com/Nas-represent-lyrics
381	Nas	The Firm, baby, Vol. 1	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-c7osure-you-like-...
382	Nas	I thought you want this for my life, for my li...	https://genius.com/Nas-memory-lane-sittin-in-d...
383	Nas	All I need is one mic \r\nAll I need is one mi...	https://genius.com/Nas-halftime-lyrics
384	Nas	You need an instant ease\r\nFrom your life whe...	https://genius.com/Crosby-stills-and-nash-help...
385	Nas	Up with the weights, I work \r\nDown with the ...	https://genius.com/Nas-affirmative-action-lyrics
386	Nas	Look, in '09 we used to get high baby\r\nLowke...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-and-dababy-panini...
387	Nas	Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine\r\nEve...	https://genius.com/Nas-one-mic-lyrics
388	Nas	And I ain't tryin' to mess your thing up\r\nBu...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-sun-goes-down-lyrics
389	Nas	I know I can \r\nBe what I wanna be \r\nIf I w...	https://genius.com/Nasty-c-and-runtown-said-ly...
390	Nas	You think I'ma come this far\r\nAnd let you ni...	https://genius.com/Dj-luke-nasty-otw-lyrics
391	Nas	EPMD, we back in business\r\nI visualize what ...	https://genius.com/Nas-cherry-wine-lyrics
392	Nas	End up falling for you\r\nI find myself callin...	https://genius.com/Dj-luke-nasty-might-be-lyrics
393	Nas	So you ain't let Nas down\r\nIt's just part of...	https://genius.com/Nas-daughters-lyrics
394	Nas	Yeehaw	https://genius.com/Nas-i-can-lyrics
395	Nas	Yeah, yeah\r\nNew York is like an Island, a bi...	https://genius.com/Nas-hate-me-now-lyrics
396	Nas	If I had everything, everything\r\nI could cha...	https://genius.com/Nas-epmd-2-lyrics
397	Nas	One time 4 your mind, one time\r\nIt sounds cl...	https://genius.com/Nasty-c-sma-lyrics
398	Nas	Tell me it's okay\r\nTell me it's okay\r\nTell...	https://genius.com/Nas-made-nas-proud-let-nas-...
399	Nas	Adam and Eve\r\nDon't fall too far from the ap...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-old-town-road-you...
400	Nas	I hope our feelings don’t fade\r\nI know we kn...	https://genius.com/Nas-the-don-lyrics
401	Nas	]\r\n Baby.. baby\r\nYou know I'm saying bye-b...	https://genius.com/Nas-everything-lyrics
402	Nas	Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man!\r...	https://genius.com/Nas-one-time-4-your-mind-ly...
403	Nas	Chestnut brown canary\r\nRuby throated sparrow...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-tell-me-its-ok...
404	Nas	They shootin'! Aw, made you look\r\nYou a slav...	https://genius.com/Nas-adam-and-eve-lyrics
405	Nas	I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-feelings-fade-...
406	Nas	Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised\r\nStill s...	https://genius.com/Nas-bye-baby-lyrics
407	Nas	Shit, I been workin' on my body, yeah \r\nWork...	https://genius.com/Nas-the-genesis-lyrics
408	Nas	Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the Seoul tow...	https://genius.com/Crosby-stills-and-nash-suit...
409	Nas	I think they're scared of us, yeah\r\nI think ...	https://genius.com/Nas-made-you-look-lyrics
410	Nas	Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, d...	https://genius.com/Nas-take-it-in-blood-lyrics
411	Nas	[Bridge: Aloe Blacc +\r\nsample\r\n+\r\ntogeth...	https://genius.com/Nas-i-gave-you-power-lyrics
412	Nas	Nasty kid\r\n Yeah...\r\n The kid! Yeah...\r...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-scoop-lyrics
413	Nas	Just make me feel special\r\nAnd make me feel ...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-old-town-road-seo...
414	Nas	Treat you like you're dead right now\r\nI'm on...	https://genius.com/Nas-not-for-radio-lyrics
415	Nas	The cops shot the kid\r\nThe cops shot the kid...	https://genius.com/Nas-street-dreams-lyrics
416	Nas	It's the return of the prince, the boss\r\nThi...	https://genius.com/Nas-wrote-my-way-out-lyrics
417	Nas	Get down, get down! Get down, get down!\r\nGet...	https://genius.com/Nas-nasty-lyrics
418	Nas	I know you know better than to go \r\nI know y...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-ilusm-lyrics
419	Nas	Oooh-oooh-ooooh-ooooooh\r\nOooh-oooh-ooooooh,...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-dead-right-now-ly...
420	Nas	Leave a message\r\nWhen no one else is near yo...	https://genius.com/Nas-cops-shot-the-kid-lyrics
421	Nas	"Say YEAH! Haha, thank ya! Ahhh, Hallelujah!\r...	https://genius.com/Nas-got-ur-self-a-lyrics
422	Nas	Oh, oh, oh\r\nOh, oh, oh\r\nOh, oh, oh\r\nOh, ...	https://genius.com/Nas-get-down-lyrics
423	Nas	Think about how many times I have fallen\r\nSp...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-u-just-cant-be...
424	Nas	They can't stop me\r\nSay I can't do it, bitch...	https://genius.com/Nas-stay-lyrics
425	Nas	If hip hop should die before I wake\r\nI'll pu...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-leave-a-messag...
426	Nas	I've been living in my lowest, it's safe to sa...	https://genius.com/Nas-no-introduction-lyrics
427	Nas	I done got my motherfucking juice back \r\nI d...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-one-of-me-lyrics
428	Nas	I remember when I met you\r\nThought the unive...	https://genius.com/Crosby-stills-and-nash-sout...
429	Nas	You're the man, you're the man\r\nYou're the m...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-dolla-sign-slime-...
430	Nas	Accident murderer, act like you killed on purp...	https://genius.com/Nas-hip-hop-is-dead-lyrics
431	Nas	Woah, oh\r\nWoah, oh\r\nWoah, oh\r\nWoah, oh	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-tales-of-dominica...
432	Nas	It's all poison\r\nAll of my words to enemies,...	https://genius.com/Nasty-c-juice-back-lyrics
433	Nas	I'm the newest member of The Broken Hearts Clu...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-lost-in-the-citad...
434	Nas	I find it hard to get\r\nWay too hard to live\...	https://genius.com/Nas-youre-da-man-lyrics
435	Nas	No man live forever, but never say never\r\nEv...	https://genius.com/Nas-accident-murderers-lyrics
436	Nas	Every song, every dream filled with hell from ...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-dont-want-it-lyrics
437	Nas	I want a bitch I can trust, some niggas I can ...	https://genius.com/Nas-what-goes-around-lyrics
438	Nas	Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh\r\n...	https://genius.com/Garrett-nash-the-broken-hea...
439	Nas	You niggas got balls talkin' all that shit\r\n...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-void-lyrics
440	Nas	At night, New York, eat a slice too hot\r\nUse...	https://genius.com/Nas-and-damian-marley-stron...
441	Nas	Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ\r\nHe's just nic...	https://genius.com/Lil-nas-x-am-i-dreaming-lyrics
442	Nas	My head looks straight up\r\nAnd I'm wonderin'...	https://genius.com/Nas-trust-lyrics
443	Nas	Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'\r\nWe're final...	https://genius.com/Nas-purple-lyrics
444	Nas	Your real friends will serve you long\r\nYour ...	https://genius.com/Nasty-c-king-lyrics
445	Nas	Nowadays, everybody wanna talk\r\nLike they go...	https://genius.com/Nas-loco-motive-lyrics
446	Nas	It ain't nothin' but more hot shit\r\nAnother ...	https://genius.com/Nas-last-real-nigga-alive-l...
447	Nas	[Chorus: Both & Dr. Dre &\r\nSnoop Dogg\r\n]\r...	https://genius.com/Nas-bonjour-lyrics
448	Nas	I'm about to lose my mind\r\nYou've been gone ...	https://genius.com/Crosby-stills-nash-and-youn...
449	Nas	What's the difference between me and you?\r\nY...	https://genius.com/Nas-and-damian-marley-frien...
450	Dr. Dre	Fame and fortune is not your forte\r\nFuck the...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-forgot-about-dre-lyrics
451	Dr. Dre	So I don't want no dilapidated, two-faced, pig...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-still-dre-lyrics
452	Dr. Dre	Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks\r\nLick...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-nuthin-but-a-g-thang...
453	Dr. Dre	Been away from home\r\nBeen away from home all...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-next-episode-lyrics
454	Dr. Dre	I got these freaky hoes clapping they hands, s...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-i-need-a-doctor-lyrics
455	Dr. Dre	Rollin' in my six-four\r\nWhat everybody sayin...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-whats-the-difference...
456	Dr. Dre	I just wanna fuck you\r\nNo touchin' and rubbi...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-medicine-man-lyrics
457	Dr. Dre	You look at my lifestyle\r\nI'm living my life...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-fuck-wit-dre-day-and...
458	Dr. Dre	'Cause everywhere that I go\r\nAin't the same ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-bitches-aint-shit-ly...
459	Dr. Dre	Yeah, and you don't stop\r\n'Cause it's 1-8-7 ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-deep-water-lyrics
460	Dr. Dre	There once was a time everywhere you turned \r...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-xxplosive-lyrics
461	Dr. Dre	Ride 'til I die\r\nGive a fuck if you bitches ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-let-me-ride-lyrics
462	Dr. Dre	Murder, murder\r\nMurder... murder\r\nIt's all...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-fuck-you-lyrics
463	Dr. Dre	What the fuck was y'all thinking?\r\nYou let t...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-darkside-gone-lyrics
464	Dr. Dre	Listen, listen, listen \r\nListen, listen, lis...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-watcher-lyrics
465	Dr. Dre	It's real easy to see\r\nSo you can check soun...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-deep-cover-lyrics
466	Dr. Dre	I know you tryna get high\r\nType of shit that...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-my-syllables-lyrics
467	Dr. Dre	When I open up my book I think about the world...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-and-eminem-gospel-ly...
468	Dr. Dre	(Ring ding dong\r\nRing-a-ding ding ding dong)...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-genocide-lyrics
469	Dr. Dre	Hard times\r\nI double my grind, fuck the part...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-talk-about-it-lyrics
470	Dr. Dre	This is dedicated to the niggas that was down ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-message-lyrics
471	Dr. Dre	You look like AC Green\r\n,\r\nbitch, don't ca...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-deeez-nuuuts-lyrics
472	Dr. Dre	Yo, whattup, Scruncho?\r\nMel-Man. what's crac...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-kush-lyrics
473	Dr. Dre	]\r\nAnd it all falls back on me\r\nSomehow, i...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-talking-to-my-diary-...
474	Dr. Dre	Want that, need that\r\nRoot of all evil, mane...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-keep-their-heads-rin...
475	Dr. Dre	Something for the real OGs to get with\r\nSome...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-all-in-a-days-work-l...
476	Dr. Dre	Attention all personnel:\r\nStop schemin', and...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-chronic-intro-ly...
477	Dr. Dre	And the old folks tell me it's been goin' on s...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-big-egos-lyrics
478	Dr. Dre	D-oh-double-G \r\nDa-da-da-da-da\r\nYou know I...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-lets-get-high-lyrics
479	Dr. Dre	One in the glove, one in the clip, one in the ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-its-all-on-me-lyrics
480	Dr. Dre	Half-dead\r\nLil' Half-dead\r\nthe one who jum...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-for-the-love-of-mone...
481	Dr. Dre	Now I lay me down\r\nAnd wake up to gunshots i...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-lil-ghetto-boy-lyrics
482	Dr. Dre	Five in the mornin', burglars at my do'\r\nGlo...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-bitch-niggaz-lyrics
483	Dr. Dre	Yes, on the videotape we seem to have the, uh\...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-animals-lyrics
484	Dr. Dre	Yo, now you know the path I'm on\r\nYou think ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-smoke-weed-everyday-...
485	Dr. Dre	Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is\r\...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-loose-cannons-lyrics
486	Dr. Dre	Compton was the American dream. Sunny Californ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-housewife-lyrics
487	Dr. Dre	A to the motherfuckin' K\r\nBack in the days, ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-issues-lyrics
488	Dr. Dre	Straight up\r\nNow you niggas know where my ho...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-some-la-niggaz-lyrics
489	Dr. Dre	Simple pleasures, rock star livin'\r\nDrugs an...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-day-the-niggaz-t...
490	Dr. Dre	Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-stranded-on-death-ro...
491	Dr. Dre	I'm a motherfuckin \r\nBitch this is anybody \...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-bang-bang-lyrics
492	Dr. Dre	Aww they say uhh..\r\n.. a black man is a pimp...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-intro-compton-lyrics
493	Dr. Dre	Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galax...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-lyrical-gangbang-lyrics
494	Dr. Dre	I breaks 'em off, I breaks 'em off, yeah\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-rat-tat-tat-tat-lyrics
495	Dr. Dre	Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da\r\nDa, da-da-...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-satisfiction-lyrics
496	Dr. Dre	The Wild, ha-ha\r\nThe Wild West\r\nHa, ride\r...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-snoop-dogg-busta-rhy...
497	Dr. Dre	Yo, yo, what's up?\r\nYo, man, give me some of...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-ackrite-lyrics
498	Dr. Dre	Lyrics from Snippet\r\nNah, I got one more thi...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-murder-ink-lyrics
499	Dr. Dre	Ya'll ready to get nasty?\r\nShit! \r\nDamn! ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-ed-ucation-lyrics
500	Dr. Dre	Ha, I got another dub sack, nigga, haha	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-light-speed-lyrics
501	Dr. Dre	I sit into the wee hours of the night\r\nAnd w...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-a-nigga-witta-gun-ly...
502	Dr. Dre	Heell yeaah!\r\nYou niggas can't fade this shi...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-s20-sack-pyramid...
503	Dr. Dre	]\r\nUhhh, yeah, uh\r\nYeah, uh, yeah, uh\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Eminem-and-dr-dre-bad-guys-...
504	Dr. Dre	Yeah, and you don't stop\r\n'Cause it's 1-8-7 ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-topless-lyrics
505	Dr. Dre	It's alive, it's moving\r\nIt's alive, oh it's...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-high-powered-lyrics
506	Dr. Dre	Hold up, wait\r\nFor my niggas who be thinkin'...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-morning-glory-lyrics
507	Dr. Dre	This crazy life of mine\r\nNo happy endings to...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-pause-4-porno-lyrics
508	Dr. Dre	Tonight, we're gonna get badder \r\nYou're gon...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-roach-the-chroni...
509	Dr. Dre	With someone else's lover, lover\r\nBack in be...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-die-hard-lyrics
510	Dr. Dre	*THX Sound*\r\nGoddamn, hey wassup, nigga?\r\n...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-puffin-on-blunts-and...
511	Dr. Dre	Back with that\r\nrat-tat-tat-tat\r\nThat dres...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-been-there-done-that...
512	Dr. Dre	]\r\nI don't give a fuck cause I'm just\r\nDri...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-187um-deep-cover-rem...
513	Dr. Dre	Well, they don't make real niggas like \r\nGon...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-its-alive-lyrics
514	Dr. Dre	The long-awaited Detox\r\n, trick\r\n‘Cause ma...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-next-episode-san...
515	Dr. Dre	In sunshine\r\nMy life, my life, my life, in t...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-nipsey-hussle-and-ty...
516	Dr. Dre	2/26/95\r\nNicole,\r\nHopefully you doing well...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-2nite-lyrics
517	Dr. Dre	[Skit: Ms. Roq, Traci Nelson &\r\nEddie Griffi...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-doctors-office-l...
518	Dr. Dre	Biggest, the untouchable \r\nD-R-E \r\nRosé! \...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-lolo-intro-lyrics
519	Dr. Dre	Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me rid...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-black-privilege-lyrics
520	Dr. Dre	What's the difference between me and you?\r\nY...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-bad-intentions-lyrics
521	Dr. Dre	And now, the car bomb\r\nYo, re-re, come on ma...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-thurz-and-cocoa-sara...
522	Dr. Dre	This shit realer than rap\r\nSomewhere trapped...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-under-pressure-lyrics
523	Dr. Dre	Fallin' back on that ass\r\nHit the switch and...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-my-life-lyrics
524	Dr. Dre	My career in fifth gear while y'all's dyin'\r\...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-love-letter-annotated
525	Dr. Dre	Guns blaze when I shine\r\nMake a wish quick, ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-bar-one-lyrics
526	Dr. Dre	Dre:\r\nWatts, Compton!\r\nWhat, cracker!\r\nF...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-rick-ross-and-anders...
527	Dr. Dre	How you spell C.E.O.? D.R.E\r\nWhat a nigga dr...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-let-me-ride-remix-ly...
528	Dr. Dre	Nicole,\r\nHopefully you doing well and you re...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-whats-the-difference...
529	Dr. Dre	Uh, they say, uh, a black man is a pimp!\r\nWe...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-car-bomb-lyrics
530	Dr. Dre	Hot shit, from the city of big lights\r\nWhere...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-back-to-business-lyrics
531	Dr. Dre	I'm on that good kush and alcohol \r\nI got so...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-the-wash-lyrics
532	Dr. Dre	She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," Mona Lisa, Mona Li...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-on-the-boulevard-lyrics
533	Dr. Dre	It may not mean nothin' to y'all\r\nBut unders...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-topless-remix-lyrics
534	Dr. Dre	Had to get it poppin' off the rip\r\nRich youn...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-announcement-of-appl...
535	Dr. Dre	I don't need no, frauds\r\nI don't need no, dr...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-gunfiyah-lyrics
536	Dr. Dre	Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean\r\nDo...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-underdog-lyrics
537	Dr. Dre	I torture you\r\nTake my hand through the flam...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-letter-to-nicole-thr...
538	Dr. Dre	Mirror on the wall\r\nHey B.P, looks like I di...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-ed-ucation-interlude...
539	Dr. Dre	[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne &\r\nBoth\r\n]\r\...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-flashing-lyrics
540	Lil Wayne	See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, an...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-love-me-lyrics
541	Lil Wayne	Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga\r\n...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-mona-lisa-lyrics
542	Lil Wayne	Don't cry \r\nDon't go \r\nWon't lie , I fucki...	https://genius.com/Drake-kanye-west-lil-wayne-...
543	Lil Wayne	Now tell me how you love it\r\nYou know you at...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-believe-me-lyrics
544	Lil Wayne	What the fuck though? Where the love go?\r\nFi...	https://genius.com/Nicki-minaj-drake-and-lil-w...
545	Lil Wayne	We ain't got no worries\r\nShe bad as a hooker...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-6-foot-7-foot-lyrics
546	Lil Wayne	I've been gone too long\r\nTrue or false, righ...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-wiz-khalifa-imagi...
547	Lil Wayne	[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem\r\nEmin...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-mirror-lyrics
548	Lil Wayne	You know, one of the perils of makin' money is...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-rich-as-fuck-lyrics
549	Lil Wayne	I'm not a star, somebody lied\r\nI got a chopp...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-a-milli-lyrics
550	Lil Wayne	You see, you had a lot of crooks try to steal ...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-she-will-lyrics
551	Lil Wayne	Lick me like a lollipop \r\nShe— She lick me l...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-dont-cry-lyrics
552	Lil Wayne	Tattoos, suu whoop, Bugatti, new boo, tattoos,...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-right-above-it-ly...
553	Lil Wayne	Shawty want a thug \r\nBottles in the club \r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-uproar-lyrics
554	Lil Wayne	Hey, Mr. Carter (Young!\r\nI am him\r\n)\r\nTe...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-no-worries-lyrics
555	Lil Wayne	God bless Amerika\r\nThis ole' godless Amerika...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-blunt-blowin-lyrics
556	Lil Wayne	[Hook: Lil Wayne, Big Sean &\r\nBoth\r\n]\r\nM...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-drop-the-world-ly...
557	Lil Wayne	C5, best rapper alive\r\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yea...	https://genius.com/Nicki-minaj-drake-and-lil-w...
558	Lil Wayne	You cannot break down what can't be broken\r\n...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-john-lyrics
559	Lil Wayne	Uh, glory, hallelujah\r\nHoly shit, I can't ho...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-how-to-love-lyrics
560	Lil Wayne	Nigga I’m grindin’ for all my shit\r\nGrindin’...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-lollipop-remix-ly...
561	Lil Wayne	You who are rich and whose troubles are few\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-dedicate-lyrics
562	Lil Wayne	Coconut Ciroc\r\nForgive and forget, bitch I a...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-lollipop-lyrics
563	Lil Wayne	Takin' over, Lord I'm takin' over\r\nDropped t...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-mr-carter-lyrics
564	Lil Wayne	Yeah, I'm single\r\nNigga had to cancel that b...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-god-bless-amerika...
565	Lil Wayne	That's some six shit\r\nYeah, yeah, yeah, I wa...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-my-homies-still-l...
566	Lil Wayne	Yeah, yuh\r\nOkay, put my heart to the side\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-let-it-fly-lyrics
567	Lil Wayne	Amen, so now instead of pledge, we pray, yeah\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-cant-be-broken-ly...
568	Lil Wayne	Lay on that bed, open your mouth\r\nThis pussy...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-glory-lyrics
569	Lil Wayne	And now I'm in this bitch\r\nAnd life said, "T...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-grindin-lyrics
570	Lil Wayne	]\r\nI'm facing the bottle\r\nFor all of my pr...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-its-good-lyrics
571	Lil Wayne	Pussy, money, weed\r\nPussy, money, weed; pus...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-how-to-hate-lyrics
572	Lil Wayne	Said I'll be waiting, I'll be waiting for you\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-coco-lyrics
573	Lil Wayne	Everything I said I'd do, I did\r\nI'm good, I...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-im-single-lyrics
574	Lil Wayne	Ay Tune' I gotta turn up on the D5 man!\r\nHus...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-family-feud-lyrics
575	Lil Wayne	Ugh! I'm the shit—turn your nose up\r\nI threw...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-and-ty-dolla-sign...
576	Lil Wayne	She just be like\r\nThis pussy for you\r\nI sa...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-president-carter-...
577	Lil Wayne	This is not a love song, this is a you song\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-wowzers-lyrics
578	Lil Wayne	One in ya dome, one in ya dome\r\nOne in ya do...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-let-it-all-work-o...
579	Lil Wayne	Uh, call me "Killer" 'cause I make a killin'\r...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-and-charlie-puth-...
580	Lil Wayne	[\r\nVerse 3: Kidd Kidd\r\n& ]\r\nMrs. Officer...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-pussy-money-weed-...
581	Lil Wayne	Only once the drugs are done \r\nDo I feel lik...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-dark-side-of-the-...
582	Lil Wayne	I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion\r\n...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-im-good-dedicatio...
583	Lil Wayne	Dear Life\r\nWhat is my meaning? My reason?\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-typa-way-lyrics
584	Lil Wayne	Uh, should I call somebody else?\r\n'Cause gir...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-mercy-lyrics
585	Lil Wayne	Faded off the kush, I'm gone\r\nOnly two years...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-turn-on-the-light...
586	Lil Wayne	And you don't want to fuck with a soldier\r\nU...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-you-song-lyrics
587	Lil Wayne	Me!\r\nYou watch me!\r\nYou watch me!\r\n'Caus...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-trigger-finger-ly...
588	Lil Wayne	See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-nightmares-of-the...
589	Lil Wayne	Oh my god, I changed\r\nOh my god, they on the...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-mrs-officer-lyrics
590	Lil Wayne	Hahaha, yeah man, D4 ho\r\nShout out Cole, you...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-i-feel-like-dying...
591	Lil Wayne	OK, No Ceilings, motherfucker, good morning\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-5-star-lyrics
592	Lil Wayne	KE on the Track\r\nNo Ceilings\r\nAh...\r\nO—O...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-open-letter-lyrics
593	Lil Wayne	I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 bank accou...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-back-to-you-lyrics
594	Lil Wayne	Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove\r\nToo Holly...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-megaman-lyrics
595	Lil Wayne	Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-ride-for-my-nigga...
596	Lil Wayne	Tell me somethin I don’t know\r\nLike what hap...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-3-peat-lyrics
597	Lil Wayne	Man, fuck this hating bitch ass niggas	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-gunwalk-lyrics
598	Lil Wayne	Lil' bitch\r\nNiggas gonna talk they ain't tal...	https://genius.com/Nicki-minaj-and-lil-wayne-c...
599	Lil Wayne	Uh, I feel asleep in that pussy and I didn't e...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-green-ranger-lyrics
600	Lil Wayne	Girl, what about me? Yeah \r\nI stayed up all...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-watch-my-shoes-ly...
601	Lil Wayne	And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting ...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-swag-surf-lyrics
602	Lil Wayne	Weezy, where you going?\r\nYou're going a litt...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-bank-account-lyrics
603	Lil Wayne	I'ma just leave this right here\r\nThe greates...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-hollyweezy-lyrics
604	Lil Wayne	Ear Drummers\r\nMike WiLL Made-It\r\nI am sipp...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-cashed-out-lyrics
605	Lil Wayne	On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-krazy-lyrics
606	Lil Wayne	But I hope you haven't forgot about me—\r\nUp ...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-trippy-lyrics
607	Lil Wayne	I'ma be on the TV, mama\r\nKiss my motherfucki...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-burn-lyrics
608	Lil Wayne	Ayy, the blues is now kickin', and dinner is t...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-uoeno-lyrics
609	Lil Wayne	Can't nobody save yah\r\nNew Orleans pride and...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-what-about-me-lyrics
610	Lil Wayne	Mulah, baby\r\nAnd you still ain't seen a fuck...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-abortion-lyrics
611	Lil Wayne	Uh\r\nDana text me and say she wanna see me\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-up-up-and-away-ly...
612	Lil Wayne	Weed and syrup, yeah\r\nAll I know is paper, I...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-big-bad-wolf-lyrics
613	Lil Wayne	G5 sittin' on the runway\r\nBig-ass chopper, c...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-no-lie-remix-lyrics
614	Lil Wayne	Yeah, thinking bout you girl got my mind on E\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-curtains-lyrics
615	Lil Wayne	Baby, you gotta know that I'm just out here\r\...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-something-you-for...
616	Lil Wayne	Ha...\r\nTake it, FATBOI\r\nNo Ceilings\r\nUgh...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-famous-lyrics
617	Lil Wayne	I, I, I-I\r\nWish I could lie	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-bb-king-freestyle...
618	Lil Wayne	I don't really care if you cry\r\nOn the real,...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-moment-lyrics
619	Lil Wayne	Ugh!\r\nTwist made me do this\r\nPaw-Paw in he...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-used-2-lyrics
620	Lil Wayne	You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jack...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-tunechis-room-lyrics
621	Lil Wayne	Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved\r\nDo...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-london-roads-lyrics
622	Lil Wayne	Got me up all night \r\nAll I'm singin' is lov...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-tunechi-rollin-ly...
623	Lil Wayne	And I ain't never did this before, no\r\nAnd I...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-so-special-lyrics
624	Lil Wayne	[Chorus: T-Boz, Chilli & Jennifer Hudson (\r\n...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-hustler-musik-lyrics
625	Lil Wayne	I just poured somethin' in my cup\r\nI've been...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-wasted-lyrics
626	Lil Wayne	Ayy, put a finger in the sky if you want it, n...	https://genius.com/Ksi-and-lil-wayne-lose-lyrics
627	Lil Wayne	Heart beatin' fast, let a nigga know that he a...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-xo-tour-life-lyrics
628	Lil Wayne	Get off my dick\r\nBut every nigga in the club...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-twist-made-me-sur...
629	Lil Wayne	I keep my head high\r\nI got my wings to carry...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-dontgetit-lyrics
630	J. Cole	Niggas say, "Turn up," hoes say, "Turn up"\r\n...	https://genius.com/J-cole-no-role-modelz-lyrics
631	J. Cole	We all kings\r\nKings of ourselves first and f...	https://genius.com/J-cole-power-trip-lyrics
632	J. Cole	For your eyes, for your eyes only\r\nFor your ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-wet-dreamz-lyrics
633	J. Cole	This is what you call a flip\r\nTen keys from ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-crooked-smile-lyrics
634	J. Cole	They tell me "What's done in the dark\r\nWill ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-middle-child-lyrics
635	J. Cole	Last night I had a bad dream\r\nThat I was tra...	https://genius.com/J-cole-deja-vu-lyrics
636	J. Cole	1985, I arrived\r\n33 years, damn, I'm gratefu...	https://genius.com/J-cole-love-yourz-lyrics
637	J. Cole	Don't follow me\r\nDon't follow me\r\nDon't fo...	https://genius.com/J-cole-gomd-lyrics
638	J. Cole	Yo, yo, yo pull over right here, right here, h...	https://genius.com/J-cole-apparently-lyrics
639	J. Cole	Things change, rearrange and so do I \r\nIt ai...	https://genius.com/J-cole-she-knows-lyrics
640	J. Cole	Real niggas don't die\r\nForward with the plot...	https://genius.com/J-cole-fire-squad-lyrics
641	J. Cole	Ayy, we've got a good thing\r\nDon’t know if I...	https://genius.com/J-cole-4-your-eyez-only-lyrics
642	J. Cole	And there go you, and there go you, and there ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-kod-lyrics
643	J. Cole	Don't give 'em too much you \r\nDon't let 'em ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-kevins-heart-lyrics
644	J. Cole	I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch\r\nT...	https://genius.com/J-cole-a-tale-of-2-citiez-l...
645	J. Cole	Proceed with caution\r\nI heard if you chase i...	https://genius.com/J-cole-1985-lyrics
646	J. Cole	I reminisce back to a time where niggas threw ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-neighbors-lyrics
647	J. Cole	Long live the idols, may they never be your ri...	https://genius.com/J-cole-forbidden-fruit-lyrics
648	J. Cole	Nobody's perfect, uh\r\nNobody's perfect, ay a...	https://genius.com/J-cole-03-adolescence-lyrics
649	J. Cole	[Chorus: Morray, J. Cole,\r\nMorray & J. Cole\...	https://genius.com/J-cole-immortal-lyrics
650	J. Cole	My nigga, I ain't ever letting you go again\r\...	https://genius.com/J-cole-work-out-lyrics
651	J. Cole	Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this...	https://genius.com/J-cole-rich-niggaz-lyrics
652	J. Cole	Bloody sacrifices\r\nYeah, ayy\r\nLook at what...	https://genius.com/J-cole-january-28th-lyrics
653	J. Cole	I'm a born sinner\r\nBut I'll die better than ...	https://genius.com/Dreamville-j-cole-and-lute-...
654	J. Cole	I never felt so alive\r\nI never felt so alive...	https://genius.com/J-cole-atm-lyrics
655	J. Cole	Niggas be thinkin' I'm deep, intelligent, fool...	https://genius.com/J-cole-change-lyrics
656	J. Cole	And can I hit it in the mornin'?\r\nCan I hit ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-let-nas-down-lyrics
657	J. Cole	Everything come back around full circle\r\nWhy...	https://genius.com/J-cole-nobodys-perfect-lyrics
658	J. Cole	Yeah, we back\r\nBack in Mohammad crib, nigga,...	https://genius.com/J-cole-21-savage-and-morray...
659	J. Cole	And I ain't too proud to tell you\r\nThat I cr...	https://genius.com/J-cole-villuminati-lyrics
660	J. Cole	Get off my dick, get off my dick\r\n.40 my hip...	https://genius.com/J-cole-false-prophets-lyrics
661	J. Cole	Fell in love through photograph\r\nI don't eve...	https://genius.com/Dreamville-earthgang-and-j-...
662	J. Cole	Plottin' my escape, this game rot a nigga's fa...	https://genius.com/J-cole-born-sinner-lyrics
663	J. Cole	Runaway, runaway\r\nRunaway, runaway\r\nI'm ho...	https://genius.com/J-cole-shes-mine-pt-1-lyrics
664	J. Cole	Pride is the Devil, uh\r\nI think it got a hol...	https://genius.com/J-cole-snow-on-tha-bluff-ly...
665	J. Cole	That's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout\r\nY'al...	https://genius.com/J-cole-in-the-morning-lyrics
666	J. Cole	]\r\nShe said, “I can’t get enough, can’t get ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-t-h-e-c-l-i-m-b-b-a-...
667	J. Cole	Hm, this the shit I used to roll down Lewis St...	https://genius.com/J-cole-everybody-dies-lyrics
668	J. Cole	Cop another bag and smoke today\r\nCop another...	https://genius.com/J-cole-lost-ones-lyrics
669	J. Cole	Feels as though our world's crashing down\r\nW...	https://genius.com/Jid-and-j-cole-off-deez-lyrics
670	J. Cole	It's Cole fuckin’ world nigga\r\nDreamville in...	https://genius.com/J-cole-photograph-lyrics
671	J. Cole	Time will tell who is on my side\r\nI mean wel...	https://genius.com/J-cole-a-m-a-r-i-lyrics
672	J. Cole	Troubles of this, troubles of this world\r\nGe...	https://genius.com/J-cole-runaway-lyrics
673	J. Cole	Am I worthy of this gift?\r\nAm I strong enoug...	https://genius.com/J-cole-and-lil-baby-p-r-i-d...
674	J. Cole	Motivate , motivate \r\nMotivate , motivate \r...	https://genius.com/J-cole-9-5-s-o-u-t-h-lyrics
675	J. Cole	I told you, I told you\r\nThis shit can go up,...	https://genius.com/J-cole-cant-get-enough-lyrics
676	J. Cole	I see the, I see the—\r\nI see the, I see the—...	https://genius.com/J-cole-land-of-the-snakes-l...
677	J. Cole	It ain't no lookin' back, no, no, no, no\r\nIt...	https://genius.com/J-cole-friends-lyrics
678	J. Cole	I put my hand to the sky, I sing\r\nGrateful f...	https://genius.com/J-cole-sparks-will-fly-lyrics
679	J. Cole	Lights please, lights please, turn off the lig...	https://genius.com/J-cole-black-friday-lyrics
680	J. Cole	Hey, I'ma put us all on the map\r\nGone and I ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-the-cut-off-lyrics
681	J. Cole	Love, love, love, love	https://genius.com/J-cole-trouble-lyrics
682	J. Cole	I can't let it go\r\nI can't let it go, nah\r\...	https://genius.com/J-cole-shes-mine-pt-2-lyrics
683	J. Cole	Soldier's song, marching on, on\r\nHoping to s...	https://genius.com/J-cole-motiv8-lyrics
684	J. Cole	I get mad and I slam my door and go in my room...	https://genius.com/J-cole-i-n-t-e-r-l-u-d-e-ly...
685	J. Cole	Niggas from the hood is the best actors\r\nWe ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-for-whom-the-bell-to...
686	J. Cole	The type of shit that make you wanna \r\nThe t...	https://genius.com/J-cole-hello-lyrics
687	J. Cole	I'll take it, baby I'll take it\r\nWhy I'm sta...	https://genius.com/J-cole-window-pain-outro-ly...
688	J. Cole	The girl of my dreams\r\nAnd is she good as wh...	https://genius.com/J-cole-brackets-lyrics
689	J. Cole	Do you wanna, do you wanna be?\r\nDo you wanna...	https://genius.com/J-cole-lights-please-lyrics
690	J. Cole	I think I made it, I think I made it, I think ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-sideline-story-lyrics
691	J. Cole	He's on his way, he's 'bout to get paid\r\nHe'...	https://genius.com/J-cole-note-to-self-lyrics
692	J. Cole	Something's got a hold on me\r\nI can't let it...	https://genius.com/J-cole-cole-summer-lyrics
693	J. Cole	Ha, yeah nigga, hell yeah\r\nI felt that one i...	https://genius.com/J-cole-bas-and-6lack-l-e-t-...
694	J. Cole	Yeah \r\nYeah, nigga \r\nThe Off-Season \r\nTh...	https://genius.com/J-cole-ville-mentality-lyrics
695	J. Cole	As we took off running I ducked and hid for my...	https://genius.com/J-cole-foldin-clothes-lyrics
696	J. Cole	Took chances, slow dance with the devil bitch\...	https://genius.com/J-cole-high-for-hours-lyrics
697	J. Cole	I got blood on my hands, I ain't gon' lie\r\nI...	https://genius.com/J-cole-is-she-gon-pop-lyrics
698	J. Cole	If I should die before I wake\r\nI pray to the...	https://genius.com/J-cole-dreams-lyrics
699	J. Cole	Young nigga with his jeans low\r\nNice guy, ju...	https://genius.com/J-cole-intro-2014-forest-hi...
700	J. Cole	I need you to love me , love me \r\nI need you...	https://genius.com/J-cole-and-bas-tribe-lyrics
701	J. Cole	I must confess, I copped the chains\r\nI hit t...	https://genius.com/J-cole-st-tropez-lyrics
702	J. Cole	Mo' money, yeah\r\nMo' money, blow money, show...	https://genius.com/J-cole-once-an-addict-inter...
703	J. Cole	It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch \r\nIf...	https://genius.com/J-cole-too-deep-for-the-int...
704	J. Cole	Roll up and pour me a drink up, let's get fuck...	https://genius.com/J-cole-a-p-p-l-y-i-n-g-p-r-...
705	J. Cole	Now this is for my broke niggas, rich niggas, ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-be-free-lyrics
706	J. Cole	Yeah\r\nMy mind state feel like the crime in t...	https://genius.com/J-cole-miss-america-lyrics
707	J. Cole	I hate a fuck nigga, used to be a fuck nigga\r...	https://genius.com/J-cole-lion-king-on-ice-lyrics
708	J. Cole	Yea, yea, yea yea, Cole World\r\nThis nigga Ib...	https://genius.com/J-cole-rise-and-shine-lyrics
709	J. Cole	A lot of times, those situations are, um, are ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-dollar-and-a-dream-i...
710	J. Cole	Now you're getting done— get— getting done\r\n...	https://genius.com/J-cole-chaining-day-lyrics
711	J. Cole	Hey, wait, wait a minute!\r\nPooh, stop this s...	https://genius.com/J-cole-niggaz-know-lyrics
712	J. Cole	If I sell a little crack\r\nAin't nothin' to i...	https://genius.com/J-cole-mo-money-interlude-l...
713	J. Cole	You know how we do it\r\nJack be nimble, and ...	https://genius.com/J-cole-mr-nice-watch-lyrics
714	J. Cole	So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo...	https://genius.com/Dreamville-j-cole-jid-cozz-...
715	J. Cole	I started this gangsta shit\r\nAnd this the mo...	https://genius.com/J-cole-head-bussa-lyrics
716	J. Cole	So chickity-check yo' self before you wreck yo...	https://genius.com/J-cole-album-of-the-year-fr...
717	J. Cole	Yeah come on fool, it’s the nigga you love to ...	https://genius.com/Joyner-lucas-and-j-cole-you...
718	J. Cole	Gitchi gitchi ya ya\r\n,\r\nthey call me Dada\...	https://genius.com/J-cole-grew-up-fast-lyrics
719	J. Cole	Good cop, good cop, where is your dignity?\r\n...	https://genius.com/J-cole-p-u-n-c-h-i-n-t-h-e-...
720	Ice Cube	Damn, I can't take the pressure\r\nPulled the ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-no-vaseline-lyrics
721	Ice Cube	Arrest the president, arrest the president\r\n...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-it-was-a-good-day-...
722	Ice Cube	I do hard core rhymin', hard time grindin'\r\n...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-gangsta-rap-made-m...
723	Ice Cube	You scared, you scared\r\nYou scared motherfuc...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-you-know-how-we-do...
724	Ice Cube	If you don't wanna shake that hood mentality\r...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-check-yo-self-lyrics
725	Ice Cube	Lil' niggas, don't try this at home\r\nMomma i...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-hello-lyrics
726	Ice Cube	You forgot where I come from, you forgot what ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-check-yo-self-remi...
727	Ice Cube	Fool I'm a vet you can bet\r\nThat I could dan...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-the-nigga-ya-love-...
728	Ice Cube	Every time I wanna go get a fuckin' brew\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-and-ice-cube-natural...
729	Ice Cube	AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted, uh, reports that Ice...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-good-cop-bad-cop-l...
730	Ice Cube	Have you ever seen such a sight in your life?\...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-why-we-thugs-lyrics
731	Ice Cube	Oh yeah\r\nThrow your neighborhood in the air\...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-arrest-the-preside...
732	Ice Cube	Say, look at this\r\nI've been cleaning out my...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-you-can-do-it-lyrics
733	Ice Cube	For my birthday, buy me a politician\r\nIt's a...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-go-to-church-lyrics
734	Ice Cube	Come on, G\r\nPolice, eat a dick, straight up\...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-hood-mentality-lyrics
735	Ice Cube	There's a lot of yous , there's only one of me...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-smoke-some-weed-ly...
736	Ice Cube	"Which way is he going now?"\r\n"Ok, now..now ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-nobody-wants-to-di...
737	Ice Cube	Wicked man \r\nHear the— hear the—\r\nHear the...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-ghetto-vet-lyrics
738	Ice Cube	I got a big old ding-a-ling\r\nAnd if that bit...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-black-korea-lyrics
739	Ice Cube	"Jordan..."\r\n"Watch Jordan!\r\nAyo, Cube, wa...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-amerikkkas-most-wa...
740	Ice Cube	("\r\nLast person in the world you wanna fuck ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-steady-mobbin-lyrics
741	Ice Cube	Sic them youngins on 'em\r\nSic them youngins ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-friday-lyrics
742	Ice Cube	You'se a fucking prick, but I'm Moby Dick\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-a-bird-in-the-hand...
743	Ice Cube	Uh, yeah\r\nUh, yeah\r\nHa-ha\r\nAnd Ice Cube ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-everythangs-corrup...
744	Ice Cube	Once upon a time in the projects, yo\r\nI damn...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-my-summer-vacation...
745	Ice Cube	Ayo man, was that dope enough for you?\r\nYeah...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-only-one-me-lyrics
746	Ice Cube	Tune in to the radio, listen for a minute\r\nY...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-ghetto-bird-lyrics
747	Ice Cube	Brrrrr! And if you got a problem with this\r\n...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-wicked-lyrics
748	Ice Cube	One nation under a groove\r\nGettin' down just...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-givin-up-the-nappy...
749	Ice Cube	Drop girl drop\r\nDrop to the drop, drop to th...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-when-will-they-sho...
750	Ice Cube	"Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-the-wrong-nigga-to...
751	Ice Cube	Yeah, but why is it that one motherfucker can ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-sic-them-youngins-...
752	Ice Cube	Standing in the middle of war, the minute we f...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-sasquatch-lyrics
753	Ice Cube	Sorry, y'all, I ain't got no haters\r\nAll I g...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-true-to-the-game-l...
754	Ice Cube	"They indicated, that when trapped, the creatu...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-once-upon-a-time-i...
755	Ice Cube	Hahahah\r\nThat's right\r\nSmooth, hah\r\nYeah...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-a-gangstas-fairyta...
756	Ice Cube	And I'm down\r\nCreep\r\nAnd I'm down for what...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-turn-off-the-radio...
757	Ice Cube	Naw baby, not this way\r\nYo, you ain't playin...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-i-rep-that-west-ly...
758	Ice Cube	Do you Do you\r\n Know who you fucking with?...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-bop-gun-one-nation...
759	Ice Cube	Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape i...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-drop-girl-lyrics
760	Ice Cube	To the kids of the world that's waitin for wea...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-we-had-to-tear-thi...
761	Ice Cube	Many motherfuckers criticize pros and how they...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-us-lyrics
762	Ice Cube	I'm so horny \r\nI'm so horny \r\nI'm so horny...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-endangered-species...
763	Ice Cube	I understand how all my homeboys feel\r\n'Caus...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-aint-got-no-haters...
764	Ice Cube	Do ya thang, mayne\r\nFuck what they lookin' a...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-the-predator-lyrics
765	Ice Cube	Tadow\r\n(Now it was on from dusk to dawn\r\nA...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-it-was-a-good-day-...
766	Ice Cube	Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about you...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-down-for-whatever-...
767	Ice Cube	Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me\r\nI rememb...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-you-cant-fade-me-j...
768	Ice Cube	Give me a black goddess, sister, I can't resis...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-drink-the-kool-aid...
769	Ice Cube	Freaks on the floor, freaks on the floor\r\nHo...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-jackin-for-beats-l...
770	Ice Cube	I see me about ten mark ass motherfucking fans...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-until-we-rich-lyrics
771	Ice Cube	Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-no-country-for-you...
772	Ice Cube	Ah Miss Yo-Yo, so what gives?\r\nI hear female...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-horny-lil-devil-ly...
773	Ice Cube	FF: Yeah, what you out for?\r\nIC: Yo, I'm onl...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-color-blind-lyrics
774	Ice Cube	Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks\r\nG...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-do-ya-thang-lyrics
775	Ice Cube	It burns\r\nFitfully, sputteringly to it's end...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-what-can-i-do-lyrics
776	Ice Cube	Macking is the game and everybody's playing\r\...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-how-to-survive-in-...
777	Ice Cube	What did you get shot with? \r\nWho shot you? ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-i-wanna-kill-sam-l...
778	Ice Cube	Now I gotta wet'cha \r\nNow I gotta wet'cha \r...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-cave-bitch-lyrics
779	Ice Cube	We gon' chase down the bully, hit his ass with...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-that-new-funkadeli...
780	Ice Cube	Motherfuckers tell me - I'm too West Coast\r\n...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-get-off-my-dick-an...
781	Ice Cube	Open it up!\r\nStrap him in! All right... Calm...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-really-doe-lyrics
782	Ice Cube	They call me Hollywood\r\nRed carpet\r\nV.I.P....	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-its-a-mans-world-l...
783	Ice Cube	The nigga trap...\r\n - 2X	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-im-only-out-for-on...
784	Ice Cube	"Take that, motherfuckers"	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-keep-it-gangster-l...
785	Ice Cube	Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up\r\...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-look-whos-burnin-l...
786	Ice Cube	At seventeen got my first Volkswagen\r\nAnd ma...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-whos-the-mack-lyrics
787	Ice Cube	{*car bounces on hydraulics for about 12 secon...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-alive-on-arrival-l...
788	Ice Cube	2x\r\nYoung rappers lookin' for pocket change...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-now-i-gotta-wetcha...
789	Ice Cube	Join the party, I can provide the army\r\nJoin...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-chase-down-the-bul...
790	Ice Cube	Uh, if they call you a nigga, ain't nuttin to ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-too-west-coast-lyrics
791	Ice Cube	Enemies, enemy runnin from the G\r\nEnemies, e...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-better-off-dead-ly...
792	Ice Cube	Uhh, who got my nine?\r\nWho got my nine?\r\nY...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-the-big-show-lyrics
793	Ice Cube	Fucking around in a crap game\r\nNiggas think ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-the-nigga-trapp-ly...
794	Ice Cube	Before you shoot me man think about it\r\nLet'...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-mans-best-friend-l...
795	Ice Cube	Ayo, fuck that man\r\nI'm not going back to ja...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-dominate-the-weak-...
796	Ice Cube	Niggas are in the state of emergency\r\nThe De...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-doing-dumb-shit-ly...
797	Ice Cube	Don't trust no \r\nYou can't trust no \r\nDon'...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-life-in-california...
798	Ice Cube	Stay off his dick\r\nSome don't think I can fl...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-child-support-lyrics
799	Ice Cube	Yeah Cube, man that shit was dope, nigga! You ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-fuck-dying-lyrics
800	Ice Cube	You still alive, still that nigga\r\nNigga, yo...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-gangsta-rap-made-m...
801	Ice Cube	Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-enemy-lyrics
802	Ice Cube	Human beings in a mob\r\nWhat's a mob to a kin...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-who-got-the-camera...
803	Ice Cube	In New York \r\nConcrete jungle where dreams ...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-what-they-hittin-f...
804	Ice Cube	I don't care if they give me life\r\nI get all...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-why-me-lyrics
805	Ice Cube	You wanna know what's more important than thro...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-rollin-wit-the-len...
806	Ice Cube	And if my children knew\r\nI don't even know w...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-the-funeral-lyrics
807	Ice Cube	I don't pop molly, I rock Tom Ford\r\nInternat...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-dont-trust-em-lyrics
808	Ice Cube	I'm ridin' big, comin' down that beach\r\nGeec...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-get-off-my-dick-an...
809	Ice Cube	99 problems, but a bitch ain't one\r\nIf you'r...	https://genius.com/Ice-cube-gangstas-fairytale...
810	Jay-Z	Take 'em on home\r\nI got what you need, what—...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-holy-grail-lyrics
811	Jay-Z	Scream it\r\nGive it\r\nScream it	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-niggas...
812	Jay-Z	Renegade, never been afraid to say\r\nWhat's o...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-jay-z-and-big-se...
813	Jay-Z	Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye\r\nWindi...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-no-chu...
814	Jay-Z	Kill JAY-Z, they'll never love you\r\nYou'll n...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-empire-state-of-mind-...
815	Jay-Z	I know you miss it, Nas, the \r\nBut along wit...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-part-ii-on-the-run-ly...
816	Jay-Z	Oh, what a feeling\r\nPicasso, baby\r\nPicasso...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-the-story-of-oj-lyrics
817	Jay-Z	Hahahah\r\nI'll be damned if I drink some Belv...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-4-44-lyrics
818	Jay-Z	It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow\...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-tom-ford-lyrics
819	Jay-Z	Now, back to our regularly scheduled program, ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-fuckwithmeyouknowigot...
820	Jay-Z	We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese\r\nWe be bi...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-99-problems-lyrics
821	Jay-Z	Ladies and gentlemen\r\nGoddammit\r\nLet this ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-gotta-...
822	Jay-Z	Yeah, it's all messed up when it's nowhere to ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-otis-l...
823	Jay-Z	A face of stone, was shocked on the other end ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-renegade-lyrics
824	Jay-Z	Living in the shadow\r\nCan you imagine what k...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-oceans-lyrics
825	Jay-Z	Two seats in the 911, uh\r\nNo limit on the Bl...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-kill-jay-z-lyrics
826	Jay-Z	All I need in this life of sin is me and my gi...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-takeover-lyrics
827	Jay-Z	Have you ever been to heaven?\r\nHave you ever...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-picasso-baby-lyrics
828	Jay-Z	Can't you see it's my ambition\r\nI come to ni...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-family-feud-lyrics
829	Jay-Z	I need a slow motion video right now\r\n'Cause...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-run-this-town-lyrics
830	Jay-Z	H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A\r\nFor shizzle,...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-public-service-announ...
831	Jay-Z	Showed love to you niggas\r\nYou ripped out my...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-big-pimpin-lyrics
832	Jay-Z	Let's work\r\nD-boy drug dealer look\r\nBillio...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-open-letter-lyrics
833	Jay-Z	Hit ya ass on the celly, 'cause I ain't got ti...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-murder...
834	Jay-Z	HAM\r\nHard as a motherfucker, let these nigga...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-song-cry-lyrics
835	Jay-Z	The only thing I'm seein' I'd like to put an a...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-smile-lyrics
836	Jay-Z	Forever young, I wanna be forever young\r\nDo ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-who-go...
837	Jay-Z	See what you made me do?\r\nShout out to old J...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-03-bonnie-and-clyde-l...
838	Jay-Z	Shit on me, these niggas tried to shit on me\r...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-heaven-lyrics
839	Jay-Z	My brothers is my brother like my brother is\r...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-bam-lyrics
840	Jay-Z	Sorry, junior, I already ruined ya\r\n'Cause y...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-illest...
841	Jay-Z	My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is posse...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-izzo-hova-lyrics
842	Jay-Z	I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay o...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-why-i-...
843	Jay-Z	I fuck up this world\r\nJust fuck up this worl...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-bbc-lyrics
844	Jay-Z	I've become so numb, I can't feel you there\r\...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-beach-is-better-inter...
845	Jay-Z	Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant\r\nThe livest one...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-ham-ly...
846	Jay-Z	Man, I gotta get my soul right\r\nI gotta get ...	https://genius.com/Jay-electronica-and-jay-z-w...
847	Jay-Z	Dead fuckin' presidents to represent me \r\nDe...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-young-forever-lyrics
848	Jay-Z	I've been out of touch for a couple years\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-somewhereinamerica-ly...
849	Jay-Z	The most amazing feeling I feel\r\nWords can't...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-crown-lyrics
850	Jay-Z	"No... wire... hangers... EVER!"\r\nFather nev...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-la-familia-lyrics
851	Jay-Z	I will not lose \r\nPut somethin' on it\r\nI s...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-new-da...
852	Jay-Z	My homie Sig' was on a tier where no tears sho...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-devils-lyrics
853	Jay-Z	Y'all niggas still signin' deals? Still?\r\nAf...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-hard-knock-life-ghett...
854	Jay-Z	My nephew died in the car I bought\r\nSo under...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-futw-lyrics
855	Jay-Z	Can I get a fuck you\r\nTo these bitches from ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-linkin-park-numb-...
856	Jay-Z	Then Richard Pryor go and burn up\r\nAnd Ike a...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-marcy-me-lyrics
857	Jay-Z	I've been waiting for a long, long time\r\nJus...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-lucifer-lyrics
858	Jay-Z	[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams, Jay-Z, ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-dead-presidents-ii-ly...
859	Jay-Z	Uhh, Big Pimpin' in the house now\r\nBought th...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-caught-their-eyes-lyrics
860	Jay-Z	Ge-ge-geyeahhh\r\nCan I live?\r\nCan I live?\r...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-glory-lyrics
861	Jay-Z	JAY-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga, shit your draw...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-jay-z-blue-lyrics
862	Jay-Z	I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to com...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-u-dont-know-lyrics
863	Jay-Z	I'm a hustler baby \r\nI just want you to know...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-moment-of-clarity-lyrics
864	Jay-Z	Dead fuckin presidents to represent me \r\nDea...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-encore-lyrics
865	Jay-Z	All the way up\r\nI'm all the way up\r\nI'm al...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-moonlight-lyrics
866	Jay-Z	H-O-V-A\r\nThe Blueprint 2, baby, on the way\r...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-lost-one-lyrics
867	Jay-Z	Yes, we did\r\nSweet baby Jesus \r\nOh, sweet ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-can-i-get-a-lyrics
868	Jay-Z	Now you know your ass is Willie when they got ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-heart-of-the-city-ain...
869	Jay-Z	If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on — bru...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-thats-...
870	Jay-Z	No one on the corner has swagger like moi\r\nC...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-a-star-is-born-lyrics
871	Jay-Z	You run this hard just to stay in place\r\nKee...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-on-to-the-next-one-ly...
872	Jay-Z	Nickels and dimes\r\nSticks to my mind\r\nI wa...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-can-i-live-lyrics
873	Jay-Z	"It's called greed, old sport."\r\n"That's rig...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-brooklyns-finest-lyrics
874	Jay-Z	Love let's go half on a son, I know my past ai...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-girls-girls-girls-lyrics
875	Jay-Z	If you can't respect that, your whole perspect...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-i-just-wanna-love-u-g...
876	Jay-Z	Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the jungle, ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-dead-presidents-lyrics
877	Jay-Z	This is my mama's shit\r\nI used to hear this ...	https://genius.com/Fat-joe-remy-ma-and-jay-z-a...
878	Jay-Z	Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-blueprint2-lyrics
879	Jay-Z	Never, never, never, never change\r\nI'm still...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-made-i...
880	Jay-Z	While I'm doin' my time due to circumstance\r\...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-what-more-can-i-say-l...
881	Jay-Z	Yo, y'all niggas lunching, punching the clock\...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-dirt-off-your-shoulde...
882	Jay-Z	I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-ti-swagga-like-us...
883	Jay-Z	Cough up a lung,\r\nwhere I'm from, Marcy son,...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-legacy-lyrics
884	Jay-Z	The night is young, what the fuck you wanna do...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-nickels-and-dimes-lyrics
885	Jay-Z	Lift off\r\nRappers hear Watch the Throne, the...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-100-bill-lyrics
886	Jay-Z	]\r\nThe Roc Boys in the building tonight \r\n...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-excuse-me-miss-lyrics
887	Jay-Z	It's my life—it's my pain and my struggle \r\n...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-december-4th-lyrics
888	Jay-Z	Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo\r\nSippi...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-welcom...
889	Jay-Z	So what we get drunk?\r\nSo what we smoke weed...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-the-jo...
890	Jay-Z	I'm a bad boy, with a lot of hoes\r\nDrive my ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-doa-death-of-auto-tun...
891	Jay-Z	It ain't no fun if the homies can't have none\...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-never-change-lyrics
892	Jay-Z	Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin'...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-brooklyn-go-hard-lyrics
893	Jay-Z	Now I lay me down to sleep\r\nI pray the Lord,...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-cant-knock-the-hustle...
894	Jay-Z	And on and on and on she kept goin'\r\nThe bit...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-feelin-it-lyrics
895	Jay-Z	Sick of this\r\nGet those Just Eat foods onli...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-where-im-from-lyrics
896	Jay-Z	]\r\nVato\r\n,\r\nyou won't believe what I saw...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-primet...
897	Jay-Z	I'm on the East side rolling with my Westside ...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-lift-o...
898	Jay-Z	Poppin', stoppin', hoppin' like a rabbit\r\nWh...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-roc-boys-and-the-winn...
899	Jay-Z	Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed i...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-my-1st-song-lyrics
900	Snoop Dogg	It's a crazy, mixed-up world\r\nIt's a Doggy D...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-gin-and-juice-ly...
901	Snoop Dogg	So if you think you got the\r\nbomb shit\r\nHo...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
902	Snoop Dogg	Let you get high but I ain't smoking with the ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-drop-it-like-its...
903	Snoop Dogg	Riders on the storm\r\nRiders on the storm\r\n...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-aint-no-fun-if-t...
904	Snoop Dogg	Everytime I go out, I'm blowing that smoke out...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-who-am-i-whats-m...
905	Snoop Dogg	Baby you could be a movie star, hey \r\nGet yo...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-murder-was-the-c...
906	Snoop Dogg	Have a little party at my crib\r\nAnd all the ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-lodi-dodi-lyrics
907	Snoop Dogg	Bitch, please! Now what you need to do is\r\nH...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-did-somebody-say...
908	Snoop Dogg	French inhale\r\nI like the way you french inh...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-vato-lyrics
909	Snoop Dogg	Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta\r\nNow pic...	https://genius.com/Meek-mill-yg-and-snoop-dogg...
910	Snoop Dogg	What niggas? Them niggas? Yeah, dawg, you with...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-tha-shiznit-lyrics
911	Snoop Dogg	Everybody in the world \r\nFill your body with...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-beautiful-lyrics
912	Snoop Dogg	This is for the Gz, and this is for the Hustla...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-doggy-dogg-world...
913	Snoop Dogg	They say that we mean \r\nThey say that we rud...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-thats-that-shit-...
914	Snoop Dogg	Mami, mamacita, have you ever flown on G5s\r\n...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
915	Snoop Dogg	Whassup pimping, it's P and Snoop\r\nWith Dre ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-riders-on-the-st...
916	Snoop Dogg	Yeah, this is another story about dogs\r\nFor ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
917	Snoop Dogg	]\r\nGone away is the bluebird\r\nHere to stay...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-california-roll-...
918	Snoop Dogg	Before we go, can you imagine?\r\nWith your ea...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
919	Snoop Dogg	Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-bitch-please-lyrics
920	Snoop Dogg	P-U-S-S-Y, run a world, I'm the girl in the fl...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
921	Snoop Dogg	Blam blam, blam to dem all\r\nListen to the sh...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-serial-killa-lyrics
922	Snoop Dogg	See me man, I'm nothin like you\r\nI got the k...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-down-4-my-ns-lyrics
923	Snoop Dogg	I’m smoking everywhere I go\r\nNo stick, no se...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-peaches-n-cream-...
924	Snoop Dogg	Come here baby, lemme holla at you real quick\...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-gz-and-hustlas-l...
925	Snoop Dogg	Money, I get it, paper I got it\r\nHeaters, I ...	https://genius.com/Migos-karol-g-snoop-dogg-an...
926	Snoop Dogg	Some of you don't know about the G thang, baby...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-signs-lyrics
927	Snoop Dogg	To all my bitches and my niggas and my niggas ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-lay-low-lyrics
928	Snoop Dogg	Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip\r\nSu-whoop, su...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-g-funk-intro-lyrics
929	Snoop Dogg	Sexual eruption\r\nAll the time, anytime\r\nSe...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-anna-kendric...
930	Snoop Dogg	That was the Dogg Pound here right on W Balls\...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-imagine-lyrics
931	Snoop Dogg	I got... Rottweiler in tube sock\r\nPitbull......	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-snoop-dogg-busta-rhy...
932	Snoop Dogg	Can we get a motherfuckin moment of silence\r\...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-step-yo-game-up-...
933	Snoop Dogg	I see myself changing the world\r\nBecause my ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-pump-pump-lyrics
934	Snoop Dogg	Niggas ain't hard like us\r\nNiggas soft as do...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-boss-life-lyrics
935	Snoop Dogg	Don't even trip\r\nAin't really gotta use a sc...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
936	Snoop Dogg	Ven aquí, ay, mami\r\nHolla at me\r\nVen aquí,...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-lets-get-blown-l...
937	Snoop Dogg	Sexual eruption \r\nSexual eruption, whoa\r\nS...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-pimp-slappd-lyrics
938	Snoop Dogg	Where your roots run?\r\nSmoke, he talkin' tha...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-gz-up-hoes-down-...
939	Snoop Dogg	Yeah, roll one, smoke one\r\nWhen you live lik...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-for-all-my-nigga...
940	Snoop Dogg	Everything I'm havin', no there ain't necessit...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-gangbangin-101-l...
941	Snoop Dogg	It's time to get busy in this motherfucker\r\n...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-sensual-seductio...
942	Snoop Dogg	...This the life that you show\r\nThe loop, th...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-w-balls-lyrics
943	Snoop Dogg	They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-im-ya-dogg-lyrics
944	Snoop Dogg	When good music come on\r\nIt can get inside y...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-chronic-break-ly...
945	Snoop Dogg	A friend indeed\r\nFeeling like Cee Lo Green\r...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-thug-life-lyrics
946	Snoop Dogg	Good Morning boys and girls, I'm your substitu...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
947	Snoop Dogg	10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, countdown, 1\r\nSn...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-kush-ups-lyrics
948	Snoop Dogg	You want 'em? I got 'em, drippin' like water\r...	https://genius.com/Banda-ms-de-sergio-lizarrag...
949	Snoop Dogg	Bustin' and bailin', thugs addicted to drug se...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-sexual-eruption-...
950	Snoop Dogg	Santa Claus \r\nIs coming straight to the ghet...	https://genius.com/D-smoke-and-snoop-dogg-gasp...
951	Snoop Dogg	Ayo what's up with them niggas that was on the...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-young-wild-and-f...
952	Snoop Dogg	Sexy girl, you came to party\r\nYou and your g...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-that-tree-lyrics
953	Snoop Dogg	Say, nephew\r\nThere's nothing worse than an u...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-bathtub-lyrics
954	Snoop Dogg	"Whatchu gone next, how you gone say it\r\nWhe...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-gangsta-luv-lyrics
955	Snoop Dogg	Now, as I think back to the words my granddadd...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-10-lil-crips-lyrics
956	Snoop Dogg	Gangsta, gangsta\r\nFuturistic\r\nSnoop Dogg\r...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-so-many-pros-lyrics
957	Snoop Dogg	Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke\r\n...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-stoners-anthem-l...
958	Snoop Dogg	Bitches will be bitches as I smash in the Chev...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-class-room-intro...
959	Snoop Dogg	You in the presence of a motherfucking million...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-countdown-lyrics
960	Snoop Dogg	Cash be\r\nAnd I'ma be right there, right whe...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-candy-drippin-li...
961	Snoop Dogg	Well, um‚ I mean‚ you still got a good relatio...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-street-life-lyrics
962	Snoop Dogg	Who did it like a muhfuckin' legend?\r\nYeah, ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-santa-claus-goes...
963	Snoop Dogg	One Blood, one cuz, yeah\r\nOne Blood, one cuz...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-house-party-lyrics
964	Snoop Dogg	G MIX!\r\nFor kings only\r\nBiatch!\r\nHold up...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-3s-company-lyrics
965	Snoop Dogg	Damn, I see that lil' look you givin' me, oh y...	https://genius.com/Ozuna-anuel-aa-and-snoop-do...
966	Snoop Dogg	Some of these nigga are bitches too\r\nAnd som...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-snoop-do-double-...
967	Snoop Dogg	I said this kush is gonna take me away , 'way ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-snoop-dogg-whats...
968	Snoop Dogg	I wanna get you wet\r\nTell tell me baby are y...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-ups-and-downs-ly...
969	Snoop Dogg	Cause I'm hot, and as cool as a fan\r\nYou bit...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-neva-left-lyrics
970	Snoop Dogg	Come and smoke with me tonight, tonight	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-mount-kushmore-l...
971	Snoop Dogg	Havin a party \r\nI'm going to invite her\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-a-bitch-i-knew-l...
972	Snoop Dogg	Yeah, just bounce to this\r\nSnoop ounce to th...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-the-one-and-only...
973	Snoop Dogg	Boom!\r\nSay what? Say what?\r\nBoom!\r\nI don...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-point-seen-money...
974	Snoop Dogg	Uh, growing up I ain't know as much\r\nI was t...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-let-bygones-be-b...
975	Snoop Dogg	\r\nI wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right n...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-i-wanna-thank-me...
976	Snoop Dogg	[Refrão: Anitta, LUDMILLA &\r\nAmbas\r\n]\r\nE...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-one-blood-one-cu...
977	Snoop Dogg	Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' \r\nAnd a ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-i-wanna-rock-the...
978	Snoop Dogg	[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / C...	https://genius.com/Problem-freddie-gibbs-and-s...
979	Snoop Dogg	Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it\r\nEverybo...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-who-got-some-gan...
980	Snoop Dogg	Foot on the Devil's neck 'til it drifted Panga...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-take-me-away-lyrics
981	Snoop Dogg	[Chorus: Kanye West, Ponderosa Twins Plus One,...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-wet-lyrics
982	Snoop Dogg	Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'fuckin' clique...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-coolaid-man-lyrics
983	Snoop Dogg	I'm a sick fuck, I like a quick fuck\r\nI'm a ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-420-blaze-up-lyrics
984	Snoop Dogg	Human beings in a mob\r\nWhat's a mob to a kin...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-smokin-weed-lyrics
985	Snoop Dogg	Nothing bad, nothing bad, noth-\r\nNoth-Noth-,...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-gin-and-juice-re...
986	Snoop Dogg	That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din ...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-boom-lyrics
987	Snoop Dogg	So follow me up cause this shit 'bout to go \r...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-and-wiz-khalifa-...
988	Snoop Dogg	Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, pussy sta...	https://genius.com/Snoop-dogg-i-wanna-rock-lyrics
989	Snoop Dogg	I just keep on lovin' you, baby\r\nAnd there's...	https://genius.com/Anitta-ludmilla-and-snoop-d...
990	Kanye West	I just wanted you to know\r\nI loved you bette...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-mercy-lyrics
991	Kanye West	Yeah, you supermodel thick\r\nDamn, that ass b...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-niggas...
992	Kanye West	Whoa, we are not one and the same\r\nNigga, I'...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-father-stretch-m...
993	Kanye West	Thinking no one man should have all that power...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-monster-lyrics
994	Kanye West	Lookin' for real friends\r\nHow many of us? Ho...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-ultralight-beam-...
995	Kanye West	Woah, once again I am a child\r\nI let it all ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-bound-2-lyrics
996	Kanye West	I was lost and beat up\r\nTurned out, burned u...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-jay-z-and-big-se...
997	Kanye West	I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kan...	https://genius.com/Lil-pump-and-kanye-west-i-l...
998	Kanye West	It may not mean nothin' to y'all\r\nBut unders...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-no-chu...
999	Kanye West	]\r\nGet down girl, go 'head, get down\r\nGet ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-new-slaves-lyrics
1000	Kanye West	[Chorus: Kanye West &\r\nYoung Jeezy\r\n]\r\nL...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-blood-on-the-lea...
1001	Kanye West	I got broads in Atlanta\r\nTwist the dope, lea...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-black-skinhead-l...
1002	Kanye West	We off the grid, grid, grid\r\nThis for my kid...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-runaway-lyrics
1003	Kanye West	See through the veil\r\nAnd forget all of your...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-no-more-parties-...
1004	Kanye West	Ain't no question if I want it, I need it\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-famous-lyrics
1005	Kanye West	No lie\r\nNo lie\r\nNo lie\r\nYou set the nigh...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-all-mine-lyrics
1006	Kanye West	I heard you need a new fad \r\nI heard you nee...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-chief-keef-pusha...
1007	Kanye West	Put your hands to the constellations\r\nThe wa...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-power-lyrics
1008	Kanye West	Yeah, you're lookin' at the church in the nigh...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-real-friends-lyrics
1009	Kanye West	At the mall, there was a seance\r\nJust kids, ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-ghost-town-lyrics
1010	Kanye West	]\r\nHands up, hands up, hands up\r\nSo won't ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-wolves-lyrics
1011	Kanye West	[Verse 3: Fergie, Rihanna &\r\nDrake\r\n]\r\nU...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-i-love-kanye-lyrics
1012	Kanye West	Ahh!\r\nAhh!\r\nAhh!\r\nAhh!\r\nAin't no way I...	https://genius.com/Drake-kanye-west-lil-wayne-...
1013	Kanye West	Ha, ha, ha, look how far we are, are, are, are...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-gold-digger-lyrics
1014	Kanye West	Let's play the blame game, I love you more\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-cant-tell-me-not...
1015	Kanye West	Champagne wishes, thirty white bitches\r\nI me...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-pt-2-lyrics
1016	Kanye West	Time to take it too far now\r\nUh, Michael Dou...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-off-the-grid-lyrics
1017	Kanye West	You know how long I've been on ya\r\nSince Pri...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-fml-lyrics
1018	Kanye West	Oh, when it all, it all falls down\r\nC'mon, c...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-gorgeous-lyrics
1019	Kanye West	Now I'm four, five seconds from wildin'\r\nAnd...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-waves-lyrics
1020	Kanye West	I see you in 3D, the dawn is bright for me\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-hold-my-liquor-l...
1021	Kanye West	Still on side, huh, still outside\r\n****, att...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-lift-yourself-ly...
1022	Kanye West	Hello my only one, just like the mornin' sun\r...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-devil-in-a-new-d...
1023	Kanye West	Don't you grow up in a hurry, your mom'll be w...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-saint-pablo-lyrics
1024	Kanye West	Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall\r\...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-dark-fantasy-lyrics
1025	Kanye West	I know, I know, I know, I know, know\r\nI know...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-all-day-lyrics
1026	Kanye West	Tweakin', tweakin' off that 2C-B, huh\r\nThis ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-all-of-the-light...
1027	Kanye West	Take 'em on home\r\nI got what you need, what—...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-i-am-a-god-lyrics
1028	Kanye West	Talk and talk and talk and talk\r\nBaby, let's...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-facts-charlie-he...
1029	Kanye West	Scream it\r\nGive it\r\nScream it	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-blame-game-lyrics
1030	Kanye West	I need every bad bitch up in Equinox\r\nI wann...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-so-appalled-lyrics
1031	Kanye West	Shake that body, party that bod—\r\nShake that...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-im-in-it-lyrics
1032	Kanye West	I feel it fadin'\r\nI feel it fadin'\r\nI feel...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-stronger-lyrics
1033	Kanye West	Guess who's goin' to jail tonight?\r\nGuess wh...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-all-falls-down-l...
1034	Kanye West	Can't a young nigga get money any more?\r\nTel...	https://genius.com/Rihanna-kanye-west-and-paul...
1035	Kanye West	Loy-oy-al, loy-oy-al\r\nComin' home again\r\nL...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-and-the-weeknd-h...
1036	Kanye West	As I recall, I know you love to show off\r\nBu...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-praise-god-lyrics
1037	Kanye West	God show me the way because the Devil's tryna ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-only-one-lyrics
1038	Kanye West	And I know you wouldn't leave	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-violent-crimes-l...
1039	Kanye West	And I am\r\nAnd they ask me, they ask me, they...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-through-the-wire...
1040	Kanye West	Good morning!\r\nGood morning!\r\nGood morning...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-i-thought-about-...
1041	Kanye West	Father, I stretch\r\nStretch my hands to You\r...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-yikes-lyrics
1042	Kanye West	Uh-huh\r\nUh-huh\r\nUh-huh\r\nUh-huh\r\nRight ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-30-hours-lyrics
1043	Kanye West	Closed on Sunday, you're my Chick-fil-A\r\nClo...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-gotta-...
1044	Kanye West	There it is, there it was\r\nDon't interrupt, ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-heartless-lyrics
1045	Kanye West	I wanna go to the moon, don't leave so soon \r...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-otis-l...
1046	Kanye West	None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-highlights-lyrics
1047	Kanye West	1500, all in singles \r\nThrow it up, watch it...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-pusha-t-and-ghos...
1048	Kanye West	I gotta testify\r\nCome up in the spot lookin'...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-fade-lyrics
1049	Kanye West	Who will survive in America?\r\nWho will survi...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-jail-lyrics
1050	Kanye West	Wah, woo, wah, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo\r\nWah,...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-and-dj-khaled-co...
1051	Kanye West	Yeah, it's all messed up when it's nowhere to ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-homecoming-lyrics
1052	Kanye West	We can send this bitch up, it can go down\r\nW...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-flashing-lights-...
1053	Kanye West	Have you ever popped champagne on a plane, whi...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-jesus-walks-lyrics
1054	Kanye West	Tell me if you know someone that needs \r\nNow...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-wouldnt-leave-ly...
1055	Kanye West	Smoke a opp pack ain't funny like that\r\nIt g...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-last-call-lyrics
1056	Kanye West	And I'm back on my grind\r\nA psychic read my ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-good-morning-lyrics
1057	Kanye West	Two seats in the 911, uh\r\nNo limit on the Bl...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-follow-god-lyrics
1058	Kanye West	This that rap god shit, nigga\r\nI rip every o...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-on-sight-lyrics
1059	Kanye West	When it comes to being true, at least true to ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-closed-on-sunday...
1060	Kanye West	Believe it or not\r\nBelieve it or not\r\nMake...	https://genius.com/The-game-and-kanye-west-eaz...
1061	Kanye West	My big brother was B.I.G.'s brother\r\nSo here...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-moon-lyrics
1062	Kanye West	I'm Young, bitches!\r\nHahahahaha\r\nGood night!	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-guilt-trip-lyrics
1063	Kanye West	Don't try to act like you don't know where we ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-gucci-mane-big-s...
1064	Kanye West	Girl, it's easy to love me now\r\nWould you lo...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-touch-the-sky-ly...
1065	Kanye West	Every night I talk to God, but he don't say no...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-lost-in-the-worl...
1066	Kanye West	I been patiently waitin' for a track to explod...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-selah-lyrics
1067	Kanye West	I told you fools before, I stay with the tools...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-murder...
1068	Kanye West	My life, my life\r\nMakes me wanna run away\r\...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-send-it-up-lyrics
1069	Kanye West	Girl, what we do \r\nAnd where we do \r\nThe t...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-good-life-lyrics
1070	Kanye West	‘Round the world tourin’, the city got boring\...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-jesus-lord-lyrics
1071	Kanye West	Bitch, I'm the man, ho, I'm the man you know I...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-jonah-lyrics
1072	Kanye West	While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash o...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-i-wonder-lyrics
1073	Kanye West	Aha! Damn, homie	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-feedback-lyrics
1074	Kanye West	Yo, rest in peace to Rich\r\nand\r\nRon\r\n, m...	https://genius.com/Jay-z-and-kanye-west-who-go...
1075	Kanye West	It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes, ...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-freestyle-4-lyrics
1076	Kanye West	Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-never-let-me-dow...
1077	Kanye West	They say this is a big, rich town\r\nI just co...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-no-mistakes-lyrics
1078	Kanye West	Too much on my mind right now\r\nI'm on the gr...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-big-brother-lyrics
1079	Kanye West	After the fist fights it's gunfire, boy, you g...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-diamonds-from-si...
1080	50 Cent	Uh-huh\r\nI'ma make it hot\r\nDr. Dre\r\nAfter...	https://genius.com/50-cent-in-da-club-lyrics
1081	50 Cent	I ain’t gonna' tell nobody you pussy\r\nI ain’...	https://genius.com/50-cent-21-questions-lyrics
1082	50 Cent	We don't play that\r\nWe don't play that\r\nWe...	https://genius.com/50-cent-many-men-wish-death...
1083	50 Cent	All a nigga really need is a lil' bit\r\nNot a...	https://genius.com/50-cent-patiently-waiting-l...
1084	50 Cent	Right now I'm on the edge so don't push me\r\n...	https://genius.com/50-cent-pimp-lyrics
1085	50 Cent	This ain't serious \r\nBeing broke can make yo...	https://genius.com/50-cent-my-life-lyrics
1086	50 Cent	Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new cr...	https://genius.com/50-cent-candy-shop-lyrics
1087	50 Cent	Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you\r\n"Murda...	https://genius.com/50-cent-we-up-lyrics
1088	50 Cent	(Gun shots, police sirens and helicopters goin...	https://genius.com/50-cent-im-the-man-lyrics
1089	50 Cent	Now, who you know besides me\r\nWho write line...	https://genius.com/50-cent-best-friend-lyrics
1090	50 Cent	[Chorus: 50 Cent, Chris Brown &\r\nBoth\r\n]\r...	https://genius.com/50-cent-wanksta-lyrics
1091	50 Cent	If you get shot and run to the cops, you not l...	https://genius.com/50-cent-ghetto-quran-forgiv...
1092	50 Cent	I got his homies screamin' Buck you need to ca...	https://genius.com/50-cent-hustlers-ambition-l...
1093	50 Cent	I've been one of the most humble, rep the stre...	https://genius.com/50-cent-window-shopper-lyrics
1094	50 Cent	I just wanna love ya\r\nFor the rest of my lif...	https://genius.com/50-cent-big-rich-town-lyrics
1095	50 Cent	When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill\r\...	https://genius.com/50-cent-im-the-man-remix-ly...
1096	50 Cent	Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk\r\n...	https://genius.com/50-cent-heat-lyrics
1097	50 Cent	I don't know what you heard about me\r\nBut a ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-if-i-cant-lyrics
1098	50 Cent	Drop that ho back off in her hood, too rich fo...	https://genius.com/50-cent-back-down-lyrics
1099	50 Cent	5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I'm coughing\r\nBa...	https://genius.com/50-cent-what-up-gangsta-lyrics
1100	50 Cent	You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the c...	https://genius.com/50-cent-just-a-lil-bit-lyrics
1101	50 Cent	Right before I came into this bitch hot\r\nNee...	https://genius.com/50-cent-dont-push-me-lyrics
1102	50 Cent	In 2002, if you asked me to make a wish\r\nI s...	https://genius.com/50-cent-how-to-rob-lyrics
1103	50 Cent	Fifty, fifty\r\nFifty, fifty\r\nFifty, fifty\r...	https://genius.com/50-cent-ayo-technology-lyrics
1104	50 Cent	Ha-ha, man, I ain't' goin' to jail, not even t...	https://genius.com/50-cent-lifes-on-the-line-l...
1105	50 Cent	Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top\r\nA...	https://genius.com/50-cent-when-it-rains-it-po...
1106	50 Cent	Li'l mama, show me how you move it\r\nGo 'head...	https://genius.com/50-cent-high-all-the-time-l...
1107	50 Cent	Now work it out now, shorty work it out\r\nI w...	https://genius.com/50-cent-no-romeo-no-juliet-...
1108	50 Cent	Party people say, party people say\r\nAy it’s ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-u-not-like-me-lyrics
1109	50 Cent	GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it\r\n...	https://genius.com/50-cent-ill-whip-ya-head-bo...
1110	50 Cent	We got a love thing, girl, you tried to leave ...	https://genius.com/Eminem-50-cent-and-busta-rh...
1111	50 Cent	Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come th...	https://genius.com/Obie-trice-50-cent-and-emin...
1112	50 Cent	They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothin...	https://genius.com/50-cent-piggy-bank-lyrics
1113	50 Cent	We been better than friends, for a long time\r...	https://genius.com/50-cent-i-get-money-lyrics
1114	50 Cent	Yeah, I'm as ill as can be\r\nMy appeal is to ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-pimp-g-unit-remix-l...
1115	50 Cent	Beat that pussy up, jab, jab, right hook\r\nSe...	https://genius.com/50-cent-too-rich-for-the-bi...
1116	50 Cent	We came from nothing, now they saying we strai...	https://genius.com/50-cent-major-distribution-...
1117	50 Cent	I was a poor nigga, now I'm a rich nigga\r\nGe...	https://genius.com/50-cent-outta-control-remix...
1118	50 Cent	Nigga, you pussy, you scared\r\nI can hear you...	https://genius.com/50-cent-tryna-fuck-me-over-...
1119	50 Cent	I don't play no games \r\nSo when I’m in that ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-im-supposed-to-die-...
1120	50 Cent	Everybody showin' the love when she at the doo...	https://genius.com/50-cent-9-shots-lyrics
1121	50 Cent	Look into the windows of my soul, the eyes nev...	https://genius.com/50-cent-places-to-go-lyrics
1122	50 Cent	When you cross me, I'm so disrespectful\r\nSo,...	https://genius.com/50-cent-hate-it-or-love-it-...
1123	50 Cent	Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the thin...	https://genius.com/50-cent-disco-inferno-lyrics
1124	50 Cent	I love to pump crack, love to stay strapped\r\...	https://genius.com/50-cent-straight-to-the-ban...
1125	50 Cent	Don't try to act like you don't know where we ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-new-day-lyrics
1126	50 Cent	In my hood niggas got love for me\r\nBut I don...	https://genius.com/50-cent-gatman-and-robbin-l...
1127	50 Cent	It's on now, nigga\r\nWelcome to hell\r\nMy ho...	https://genius.com/50-cent-a-baltimore-love-th...
1128	50 Cent	Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got y...	https://genius.com/50-cent-ill-still-kill-lyrics
1129	50 Cent	Háblame bajito \r\nQue nadie se entere\r\nDíme...	https://genius.com/50-cent-still-think-im-noth...
1130	50 Cent	Nigga you hustle, but me I'll hustle harder\r\...	https://genius.com/50-cent-best-friend-remix-l...
1131	50 Cent	Some days I'm in the crowd, all by myself\r\nB...	https://genius.com/50-cent-psycho-lyrics
1132	50 Cent	Then I was in the second row the second time E...	https://genius.com/50-cent-up-remix-lyrics
1133	50 Cent	I know you like my style\r\nBut how much do yo...	https://genius.com/50-cent-hold-on-lyrics
1134	50 Cent	I do my thang, in the club\r\nEvery chance I g...	https://genius.com/50-cent-poor-lil-rich-lyrics
1135	50 Cent	If it wasn't for the flow\r\nI'd probably have...	https://genius.com/50-cent-irregular-heartbeat...
1136	50 Cent	Who's that peeping in my window?\r\nWow—the Fe...	https://genius.com/50-cent-baby-by-me-lyrics
1137	50 Cent	This is what you call rider music\r\nAll the g...	https://genius.com/50-cent-smoke-lyrics
1138	50 Cent	Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout\r\nD...	https://genius.com/50-cent-get-in-my-car-lyrics
1139	50 Cent	You gon' be part of my body bag ritual\r\nHop ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-so-disrespectful-ly...
1140	50 Cent	Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit\r...	https://genius.com/50-cent-gotta-make-it-to-he...
1141	50 Cent	Just a little bit, every now and then\r\nGodda...	https://genius.com/50-cent-blood-hound-lyrics
1142	50 Cent	Oh, oh\r\nWelcome to the South side\r\nYeah, y...	https://genius.com/50-cent-in-da-club-radio-ed...
1143	50 Cent	Police get in the way\r\nI'll murder them, I'l...	https://genius.com/50-cent-in-my-hood-lyrics
1144	50 Cent	You still in the projects nigga, you ain't goi...	https://genius.com/50-cent-click-clack-pow-off...
1145	50 Cent	It's G-Unit and the D-P-G\r\nFrom New York Cit...	https://genius.com/50-cent-i-dont-know-officer...
1146	50 Cent	I'm a hustler baby, can't escape my past\r\nWh...	https://genius.com/Abraham-mateo-50-cent-and-a...
1147	50 Cent	]\r\nCan't find a nigga in the hood, that say ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-position-of-power-l...
1148	50 Cent	Boy you forgot my style\r\nFlowers, a funeral ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-god-gave-me-style-l...
1149	50 Cent	Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigg...	https://genius.com/50-cent-crazy-lyrics
1150	50 Cent	I'll come through and touch ya, walk out then ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-like-my-style-lyrics
1151	50 Cent	I have the savoir-faire\r\nI’m the reason, eve...	https://genius.com/50-cent-outta-control-lyrics
1152	50 Cent	I went to get them out, but there was no bail\...	https://genius.com/50-cent-im-a-hustler-lyrics
1153	50 Cent	Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Rut...	https://genius.com/50-cent-ski-mask-way-lyrics
1154	50 Cent	I'm rollin' hard, now I'm under control\r\nThe...	https://genius.com/50-cent-realest-niggas-lyrics
1155	50 Cent	Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?\r\nRo...	https://genius.com/50-cent-ryder-music-lyrics
1156	50 Cent	Now I'ma break it down just to tell a little s...	https://genius.com/50-cent-dont-worry-bout-it-...
1157	50 Cent	Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?\r\nNot...	https://genius.com/50-cent-body-bags-lyrics
1158	50 Cent	Still a nigga, once a nigga, always a nigga, d...	https://genius.com/50-cent-pilot-lyrics
1159	50 Cent	Gimme that, that, that nut\r\nGimme that, that...	https://genius.com/50-cent-do-you-think-about-...
1160	50 Cent	Jealousy is a motherfucker when you're the man...	https://genius.com/50-cent-part-of-the-game-ly...
1161	50 Cent	Buckwheat is a wascal\r\nThat's no Christmas\r...	https://genius.com/50-cent-man-down-lyrics
1162	50 Cent	I got the 9 and I'm finna straight creep\r\nFe...	https://genius.com/50-cent-banks-victory-lyrics
1163	50 Cent	Nobody move, nobody get hurt\r\nNobody move, n...	https://genius.com/50-cent-pimp-remix-lyrics
1164	50 Cent	EAZ-Y...\r\nYo man, you weren't born in no '73...	https://genius.com/50-cent-i-get-money-forbes-...
1165	50 Cent	Woo, woo!	https://genius.com/50-cent-fuck-you-lyrics
1166	50 Cent	I creep and I crawl and I creep\r\nI creep and...	https://genius.com/50-cent-the-funeral-lyrics
1167	50 Cent	I let my demons lose when I hit the 8 juice\r\...	https://genius.com/50-cent-nigga-nigga-lyrics
1168	50 Cent	The boy's good—I told you, boy\r\nThe nigga go...	https://genius.com/50-cent-gunz-come-out-lyrics
1169	50 Cent	Yeah, keepin' it real for the '9-5\r\nFor all ...	https://genius.com/50-cent-get-up-lyrics
1170	Eazy-E	Dr. Dre\r\nStraight busta\r\nNever broke a law...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-boyz-n-tha-hood-g-mi...
1171	Eazy-E	Now get up on it, on and on get on it\r\nAnd I...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-real-muthaphuckkin-g...
1172	Eazy-E	They say that some of them bust them pieces an...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-boyz-n-the-hood-lyrics
1173	Eazy-E	He's dead!\r\nI'm sorry, Billy	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-boyz-n-the-hood-remi...
1174	Eazy-E	If you got love for dem gangstas\r\nLet me hea...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-duz-it-lyrics
1175	Eazy-E	24 hours to live\r\nBut I don't wanna die\r\n2...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-no-more-s-lyrics
1176	Eazy-E	Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'\r\nMor...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-its-on-lyrics
1177	Eazy-E	I got beat for the street, to the beach I'll b...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-gimmie-that-nutt-lyrics
1178	Eazy-E	'Cause I'm a ruthless villain, cold tearin' sh...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-ole-school-shit-lyrics
1179	Eazy-E	Eazy and Ren is fucking it up again\r\nSchemin...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-merry-muthafuckin-xm...
1180	Eazy-E	You biiiiiiiitch\r\n, that's fucked up\r\nGo t...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-any-last-werdz-lyrics
1181	Eazy-E	[I'm the type of nigga\r\nThat smokes motherfu...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-nobody-move-lyrics
1182	Eazy-E	Oh, give me some Zig-Zags\r\nand two packs of\...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-we-want-eazy-lyrics
1183	Eazy-E	N.W.A. - Niggas With Attitude. We're undergrou...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-er-said-than-du...
1184	Eazy-E	: Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend ? We'...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-creep-n-crawl-lyrics
1185	Eazy-E	19 muthaphukkin 9-3\r\nAnd I'm back in this, b...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-still-a-nigga-lyrics
1186	Eazy-E	Bitches comin' with it for doublemint\r\nLooki...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-still-talkin-lyrics
1187	Eazy-E	One more time for the rhyme again\r\nComin' fr...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-tha-muthaphukkin-rea...
1188	Eazy-E	"I am the resurrection and the life. He who be...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-wut-would-you-do-lyrics
1189	Eazy-E	Eazy-muthaphukkin-E\r\nThe hip-hop thugsta\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-only-if-you-want-it-...
1190	Eazy-E	Like Ballpark Franks baby\r\nPlump when you co...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-neighborhood-sniper-...
1191	Eazy-E	I heard the streets been talking\r\nHe keeps s...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-sorry-louie-lyrics
1192	Eazy-E	Well, its the Knock Out, definition original b...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-luv-4-dem-gangstaz-l...
1193	Eazy-E	Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Rut...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-down-2-tha-last-roac...
1194	Eazy-E	Punk niggas always tryna hate and they be alwa...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-24-hrs-to-live-lyrics
1195	Eazy-E	God bless these niggas like ha'chu \r\nCuz I'l...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-switchez-lyrics
1196	Eazy-E	Now look at me and not the poster\r\nAnd you c...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-gangsta-beat-4-tha-s...
1197	Eazy-E	O.k. have to hear it\r\nLet me hear it\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-ruthless-villain-lyrics
1198	Eazy-E	Because in L.A. there's things you do not do\r...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-2-hard-muthas-lyrics
1199	Eazy-E	That\r\nruthless\r\nlife, life is what we live...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-and-ron-de-vu-fat-gi...
1200	Eazy-E	This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10, and ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-my-babyz-mama-lyrics
1201	Eazy-E	I dont drink *** monkey\r\nLike the beat funky...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-niggaz-my-height-don...
1202	Eazy-E	E-A-Z-Y, must I\r\nChase the cat and be a dog,...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-sippin-on-a-40-lyrics
1203	Eazy-E	Still fuck 'em\r\nThese niggas want a G like m...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-nutz-on-ya-chin-lyrics
1204	Eazy-E	Have you ever seen her\r\nThat mad bitch that ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-radio-lyrics
1205	Eazy-E	Dick Tracy, all on my nuts like Cagny and Lacy...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-exxtra-special-thank...
1206	Eazy-E	Now we're kickin' back, getting blasted\r\nRem...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-hit-the-hooker-lyrics
1207	Eazy-E	We get to poppin' shots\r\nNow the one-time's ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-just-tah-let-u-know-...
1208	Eazy-E	Policeman: hey, step out of the car\r\nBack to...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-first-power-lyrics
1209	Eazy-E	Everybody in the house!\r\nCome on, say Eazy, ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eternal-e-lyrics
1210	Eazy-E	Hahahah, 5150\r\n*LAUGHING*\r\nThe home for th...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-black-nigga-killa-ly...
1211	Eazy-E	They say real niggas was dead but this nigga b...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-street-lyrics
1212	Eazy-E	Fuck it , the new, the old, the ordinary\r\nOb...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-coming-from-comp...
1213	Eazy-E	Nigga give me 24 more\r\nI take my shit and vi...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-real-muthaphuckkin-g...
1214	Eazy-E	Hell yeah\r\nTell you niggas what's up\r\nHear...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-real-compton-city-gs...
1215	Eazy-E	Tha Muthaphukkin Real\r\nShouts going out to t...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-1-2-3-lyrics
1216	Eazy-E	Let me hear it\r\nYou want this baby\r\nI want...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-this-aint-a-game...
1217	Eazy-E	It'll be one less nigga, fucking around with m...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-imma-break-it-down-l...
1218	Eazy-E	But now I'm down to an hour 23\r\nTime is movi...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-lickin-suckin-fuckin...
1219	Eazy-E	So flawless, I'm lawless\r\nRoll out the blue ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-and-ron-de-vu-la-is-...
1220	Eazy-E	Chorus:\r\nThe legend continues. Lil E, Big Sw...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-ruthless-life-lyrics
1221	Eazy-E	Ge'll ge'll lill stuff of that beat box (get g...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-chapter-8-verse...
1222	Eazy-E	Cause they know me, but they don't know you\r\...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-8-ball-lyrics
1223	Eazy-E	Thank you brother Z, so glad you came here to ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-folsom-prison-gangta...
1224	Eazy-E	It's like two for the trouble, one for the tim...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-still-fuckem-lyrics
1225	Eazy-E	Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Rut...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-house-party-lyrics
1226	Eazy-E	When you hit me on my phone betta know what ch...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-cock-the-9-lyrics
1227	Eazy-E	Dedicated to my father, Eric "Eazy-E" Wright, ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-no-more-tears-lyrics
1228	Eazy-E	-	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-boyz-n-da-hood-0...
1229	Eazy-E	Ki-ki kick it dre\r\nJust in 1-2, 1-2\r\nRigh...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-back-to-the-set-as-i...
1230	Eazy-E	Why don't you call us again, Cube? \r\nEspecia...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-we-want-eazy-remix-l...
1231	Eazy-E	Oh, so you're not exactly a role model?\r\nNot...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-intro-new-years-e-vi...
1232	Eazy-E	Yeah dis ain't no fad bitch a get rich quick s...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-e-niggaz-aint-d...
1233	Eazy-E	"I may not seem like a guy you would pick to p...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-still-talkin-remix-l...
1234	Eazy-E	So flawless, I'm lawless\r\nRoll out the blue ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-24-hours-to-live-rem...
1235	Eazy-E	So flawless, I'm lawless\r\nRoll out the blue ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-down-to-tha-last-roa...
1236	Eazy-E	Verse 3 BG Knoccout\r\nWelllllll, it's the Kno...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-intro-lyrics
1237	Eazy-E	This is Will from Psychopathic Records. I'm jo...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-tha-real-lyrics
1238	Eazy-E	Yo, yo \r\nYo, yo \r\nYo, yo \r\nI get apes do...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-lickin-suckin-phukki...
1239	Eazy-E	Ayo, where my niggas at?\r\nI know I got 'em d...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-this-aint-a-game...
1240	Eazy-E	What these bitches want from a nigga?\r\nWhat ...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-you-aint-seen-shit-l...
1241	Eazy-E	Talk is cheap, motherfucker!	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-gangsta-shit-lyrics
1242	Eazy-E	Y'all gon' make me lose my mind\r\nUp in here,...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-get-crackin-lyrics
1243	Eazy-E	Ayo, I'm slippin', I'm fallin', I can't get up...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-la-is-the-place-lyrics
1244	Eazy-E	What type of games are bein' played? How's it ...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-they-know-me-lyrics
1245	Eazy-E	The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog\r\nHow yo...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-the-rev-skit-lyrics
1246	Eazy-E	I'ma flow regardless because I'm an artist unt...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-ruthless-radio-show-...
1247	Eazy-E	Where my dogs at?\r\nWhat, what? Where my dogs...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-real-mutha-phukkin-g...
1248	Eazy-E	When I speak you better listen, the harder it ...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-i-got-that-lyrics
1249	Eazy-E	Uhh, used to be my dawg, you was in my left ti...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-lil-eazier-said-...
1250	Eazy-E	Man, listen \r\nThese motherfuckers don't know...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-heat-melts-cube-lyrics
1251	Eazy-E	Life or death, live or die \r\nI will never li...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-live-at-the-roadium-...
1252	Eazy-E	This is Marilyn Manson, DMX, Ruff Ryders\r\nTh...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-eazy-e-and-dj-yella-...
1253	Eazy-E	If you love the money, then prepare to die for...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-no-more-s-west-coast...
1254	Eazy-E	Yo, you holdin'? \r\nI'm holdin', you holdin'\...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-consequences-lyrics
1255	Eazy-E	DMX\r\n'Cause if you want it, we got it\r\nCom...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-final-words-annotated
1256	Eazy-E	I ain't a dancing nigga, I just move to the be...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-gangsta-sh-lyrics
1257	Eazy-E	I'm headed nowhere fast, running in place , gu...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-unreleased-lyrics
1258	Eazy-E	I just love when a nigga bring his whole crew\...	https://genius.com/Eazy-e-real-compton-city-gz...
1259	Eazy-E	Shit pop off, we don't blow it up 'til we blow...	https://genius.com/Lil-eazy-e-lil-e-interview-...
1260	DMX	I bear my soul, niggas wouldn't dare, my role\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-where-the-hood-at-lyrics
1261	DMX	I come to you hungry and tired, you give me fo...	https://genius.com/Dmx-x-gon-give-it-to-ya-lyrics
1262	DMX	I can feel it coming in the air tonight\r\nHol...	https://genius.com/Dmx-what-these-bitches-want...
1263	DMX	When the sun is up, the gun is up on the shelf...	https://genius.com/Dmx-ruff-ryders-anthem-lyrics
1264	DMX	Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound\r\nThat sav...	https://genius.com/Dmx-party-up-up-in-here-lyrics
1265	DMX	I'm ready to meet him\r\n'Cause where I'm livi...	https://genius.com/Dmx-slippin-lyrics
1266	DMX	Here we go again\r\nSame old shit, dog, just a...	https://genius.com/Dmx-hows-it-goin-down-album...
1267	DMX	Next stop, Chicago\r\nIt's such a long, long t...	https://genius.com/Dmx-damien-lyrics
1268	DMX	Now I see you for who you are, it's like I kno...	https://genius.com/Dmx-let-me-fly-lyrics
1269	DMX	Somebody's knockin'\r\nShould I let 'em in?\r\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-intro-lyrics
1270	DMX	When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after...	https://genius.com/Dmx-x-is-coming-lyrics
1271	DMX	Ain't no sunshine when it's on\r\nOnly darknes...	https://genius.com/Dmx-we-dont-give-a-fuck-lyrics
1272	DMX	I grew up at the dark side, apartheid\r\nWhere...	https://genius.com/Dmx-who-we-be-lyrics
1273	DMX	[Outro: DMX, Magic & Val,\r\nVal\r\n]\r\nYo, "...	https://genius.com/Dmx-lord-give-me-a-sign-lyrics
1274	DMX	My Lord, my savior, don't judge my behavior, b...	https://genius.com/Dmx-the-omen-lyrics
1275	DMX	Bring the noise\r\nAnd you better come with ni...	https://genius.com/Dmx-niggaz-done-started-som...
1276	DMX	Ayo, I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes\r...	https://genius.com/Dmx-get-at-me-dog-lyrics
1277	DMX	Huh, rrr \r\nOoh, rrr\r\nThis is one of those\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-whats-my-name-lyrics
1278	DMX	When niggas hear that dog bark, they better ru...	https://genius.com/Dmx-i-dont-dance-lyrics
1279	DMX	Bitches who get props, 'cause they know who ca...	https://genius.com/Dmx-blackout-lyrics
1280	DMX	You don't live that, you shouldn't say that\r\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-bring-your-whole-crew-l...
1281	DMX	Let us pray\r\nLord Jesus it is you who wakes ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-bath-salts-lyrics
1282	DMX	Uh\r\nPut the harness on the dog, load up the ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-look-thru-my-eyes-lyrics
1283	DMX	When you a dog, you a dog for life \r\nMy dogs...	https://genius.com/Dmx-prayer-1998-lyrics
1284	DMX	I'm always surrounded by dogs, for the love\r\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-i-can-feel-it-lyrics
1285	DMX	Chorus\r\nMan, I got shorty stayin out late (W...	https://genius.com/Dmx-stop-being-greedy-lyrics
1286	DMX	Ugh, check it out, y'all\r\nHaha! Check it out...	https://genius.com/Dmx-i-miss-you-lyrics
1287	DMX	Whatever which way they go\r\nThey know they g...	https://genius.com/Dmx-prayer-ii-ready-to-meet...
1288	DMX	Just cause I love my niggas \r\nI shed blood f...	https://genius.com/Dmx-here-we-go-again-lyrics
1289	DMX	What?\r\nWhere my dogs at?\r\nWhere my dogs at...	https://genius.com/Dmx-the-rain-lyrics
1290	DMX	Huh, walkin' in the rain\r\nWalkin', walkin', ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-damien-iii-lyrics
1291	DMX	Yep, yep, yep\r\nI don't really trust humans t...	https://genius.com/Dmx-the-convo-lyrics
1292	DMX	Got me on the run\r\nUh, uh\r\n"\r\nBoom, boom...	https://genius.com/Dmx-get-it-on-the-floor-lyrics
1293	DMX	You can feel the love or all the evil that men...	https://genius.com/Dmx-no-sunshine-lyrics
1294	DMX	______________________________________________...	https://genius.com/Dmx-hood-blues-lyrics
1295	DMX	My people show love , and haven't left me stra...	https://genius.com/Dmx-ayo-kato-lyrics
1296	DMX	You know Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-angel-lyrics
1297	DMX	Do you hear what I tell you?\r\nUnderstand wha...	https://genius.com/Dmx-we-right-here-lyrics
1298	DMX	Uh \r\nI'm not playin'\r\nIt is not a fuckin' ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-one-more-road-to-cross-...
1299	DMX	This is dedicated to, this is dedicated to\r\n...	https://genius.com/Dmx-letter-to-my-son-call-y...
1300	DMX	Huh, huh , huh, huh\r\nHuh, huh, rrr\r\nWoof ,...	https://genius.com/Dmx-fuckin-wit-d-lyrics
1301	DMX	I've seen coal turn to diamonds\r\nAnd blind m...	https://genius.com/Dmx-its-all-good-lyrics
1302	DMX	Motherfuckers, thought that the, X would stop\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-shot-down-lyrics
1303	DMX	Niggas don't know, so I gotta flip\r\nIt seems...	https://genius.com/Dmx-prayer-iii-lyrics
1304	DMX	Hold me down \r\nHold me down \r\nHold me down...	https://genius.com/Dmx-crime-story-lyrics
1305	DMX	Grr\r\nC'mon \r\nAin't no such thing as enough...	https://genius.com/Dmx-ja-rule-method-man-and-...
1306	DMX	Chorus\r\nMan, I told you I lock jaws, carry a...	https://genius.com/Dmx-dogs-for-life-lyrics
1307	DMX	Man, that's when you come in and\r\nWake her u...	https://genius.com/Dmx-good-girls-bad-guys-lyrics
1308	DMX	Here comes the boom\r\nHere comes the boom\r\n...	https://genius.com/Dmx-i-shot-ya-freestyle-lyrics
1309	DMX	Chorus\r\nNow if I take what he gave me and I,...	https://genius.com/Dmx-right-wrong-lyrics
1310	DMX	Does it bother me?\r\nYeah off course it bothe...	https://genius.com/Dmx-my-niggas-lyrics
1311	DMX	Niggas won't creep these streets with me\r\n'C...	https://genius.com/Dmx-where-my-dogs-at-lyrics
1312	DMX	In the name of Jesus, let us pray\r\nFather, p...	https://genius.com/Dmx-walking-in-the-rain-lyrics
1313	DMX	\r\nThey gon' need extra guns and extra block...	https://genius.com/Dmx-dog-intro-lyrics
1314	DMX	Now what y'all want me to do\r\nKeep your shit...	https://genius.com/Dmx-atf-lyrics
1315	DMX	Cats playin' games, so I'm goin' raw\r\nRun up...	https://genius.com/Dmx-thats-my-dog-lyrics
1316	DMX	]\r\nI just wish we all understood... the beau...	https://genius.com/Dmx-industry-lyrics
1317	DMX	Slippin' and fallin'\r\nThis time it got a nig...	https://genius.com/Dmx-for-my-dogs-lyrics
1318	DMX	I feel the ghost from within, comin' back to h...	https://genius.com/Dmx-rudolph-the-red-nosed-r...
1319	DMX	Lyrically I'm, untouchable..\r\nInfa-Red nigga...	https://genius.com/Dmx-no-love-4-me-lyrics
1320	DMX	Uh!\r\n'Cause it's all \r\nGoin' on, in my lif...	https://genius.com/Dmx-blood-red-lyrics
1321	DMX	I gots to make a move and make it soon, uh\r\n...	https://genius.com/Dmx-dogs-out-grand-champ-ly...
1322	DMX	You ain't gotta go home tonight\r\nYou can sta...	https://genius.com/Dmx-dogs-out-lyrics
1323	DMX	X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya\r\n...	https://genius.com/Dmx-skyscrapers-lyrics
1324	DMX	Fuck it	https://genius.com/Dmx-flesh-of-my-flesh-blood...
1325	DMX	Let us pray\r\nFather thank you for makin' me ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-aint-no-way-lyrics
1326	DMX	Loyalty is something that you can never get en...	https://genius.com/Dmx-hold-me-down-lyrics
1327	DMX	God's plan, God's plan\r\nI can't do this on m...	https://genius.com/Dmx-money-money-money-lyrics
1328	DMX	I don't even care, I need a photo with Drake\r...	https://genius.com/Dmx-some-x-shit-lyrics
1329	DMX	Ever since I left the city…	https://genius.com/Dmx-take-control-lyrics
1330	DMX	How do you spell "Hennessy?"\r\nI put two "N"s...	https://genius.com/Dmx-top-shotter-lyrics
1331	DMX	I was running through the 6 with my woes\r\nAn...	https://genius.com/Dmx-fame-lyrics
1332	DMX	Oh man\r\nOh man, oh man\r\nNot again\r\nYeah\...	https://genius.com/Dmx-last-hope-lyrics
1333	DMX	Got everything, I got everything\r\nI cannot c...	https://genius.com/Dmx-the-professional-lyrics
1334	DMX	I love me\r\nI love me enough for the both of ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-prayer-exodus-lyrics
1335	DMX	That's when they smile in my face\r\nWhole tim...	https://genius.com/Dmx-d-x-l-hard-white-lyrics
1336	DMX	Could it be the way that I'll catch up\r\nCoul...	https://genius.com/Dmx-keep-your-shit-the-hard...
1337	DMX	Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki...	https://genius.com/Dmx-trina-moe-lyrics
1338	DMX	Now she want a photo, you already know, though...	https://genius.com/Dmx-we-in-here-lyrics
1339	DMX	Dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, dopeman, d...	https://genius.com/Dmx-head-up-lyrics
1340	DMX	Are you drunk right now?\r\nI'm just sayin' yo...	https://genius.com/Dmx-slippin-again-lyrics
1341	DMX	Do you love this shit?\r\nAre you high right n...	https://genius.com/Dmx-coming-from-lyrics
1342	DMX	Um, trying to think of the right thing to say	https://genius.com/Dmx-untouchable-lyrics
1343	DMX	Gotta make that jump, gotta make that, gotta, ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-my-life-lyrics
1344	DMX	Thank you, thanks, Drake, thanks baby\r\nMothe...	https://genius.com/Dmx-make-a-move-lyrics
1345	DMX	I got enemies, got a lot of enemies\r\nGot a ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-dont-gotta-go-home-lyrics
1346	DMX	I'm too good to you\r\nI'm way too good to you...	https://genius.com/Dmx-comin-for-ya-lyrics
1347	DMX	Yes, Lord, this the shit I wanna go out to\r\n...	https://genius.com/Dmx-fuck-yall-lyrics
1348	DMX	Rock me real slowly\r\nPut a bib on me\r\nI'm ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-the-prayer-v-lyrics
1349	DMX	Oh, I know you don't love me, baby\r\nThey're ...	https://genius.com/Dmx-zombies-lyrics
1350	Drake	Wheezy outta here	https://genius.com/Drake-gods-plan-lyrics
1351	Drake	Remember?\r\nRemember? Motherfucker\r\nRemembe...	https://genius.com/Drake-in-my-feelings-lyrics
1352	Drake	Looking for revenge\r\nAll summer sixteen\r\nA...	https://genius.com/Drake-hotline-bling-lyrics
1353	Drake	Jealousy in the air tonight, I could tell\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Drake-one-dance-lyrics
1354	Drake	Say my name, say my name\r\nWhen no one is aro...	https://genius.com/Drake-hold-on-were-going-ho...
1355	Drake	Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back t...	https://genius.com/Drake-know-yourself-lyrics
1356	Drake	Don't think about it too much, too much, too m...	https://genius.com/Drake-back-to-back-lyrics
1357	Drake	Yeah\r\nMay your neighbors respect you\r\nTrou...	https://genius.com/Drake-all-me-lyrics
1358	Drake	My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken,...	https://genius.com/Drake-from-time-lyrics
1359	Drake	It may not mean nothin' to y'all\r\nBut unders...	https://genius.com/Drake-fake-love-lyrics
1360	Drake	Hell nah\r\nNever let these niggas ride your w...	https://genius.com/Drake-0-to-100-the-catch-up...
1361	Drake	I'm the one, one\r\nWhy do I feel like the onl...	https://genius.com/Drake-pound-cake-paris-mort...
1362	Drake	Hermès link, ice-blue mink \r\nTat on my ribs ...	https://genius.com/Drake-the-motto-lyrics
1363	Drake	Music a drop!\r\nGyal a whine up dem bumpa\r\n...	https://genius.com/Drake-started-from-the-bott...
1364	Drake	What type of games are bein' played?\r\nHow's ...	https://genius.com/Drake-and-future-jumpman-ly...
1365	Drake	They know, they know, they know\r\nThey know, ...	https://genius.com/Drake-marvins-room-lyrics
1366	Drake	Got a lot of blood and it's cold\r\nThey keep ...	https://genius.com/Drake-hyfr-hell-ya-fucking-...
1367	Drake	I know you've been hurt by someone else\r\nI c...	https://genius.com/Drake-passionfruit-lyrics
1368	Drake	Own it, own it, own it, own it\r\nOwn it, own ...	https://genius.com/Drake-nice-for-what-lyrics
1369	Drake	Yeah-yeah, I figure out you, you figure out me...	https://genius.com/Drake-childs-play-lyrics
1370	Drake	But I need someone different\r\nYou know it, o...	https://genius.com/Drake-energy-lyrics
1371	Drake	They loving the crew\r\nOh, they loving the cr...	https://genius.com/Drake-too-good-lyrics
1372	Drake	Is this shit real? Should I pinch you?\r\nAfte...	https://genius.com/Drake-furthest-thing-lyrics
1373	Drake	Silence keeps cloudin' me\r\nHand on my heart\...	https://genius.com/Drake-jungle-lyrics
1374	Drake	I don't need no, frauds\r\nI don't need no, dr...	https://genius.com/Drake-over-my-dead-body-lyrics
1375	Drake	If you had my love\r\nAnd I gave you all my tr...	https://genius.com/Lil-baby-and-drake-yes-inde...
1376	Drake	It's not me and you, it's not me it's you\r\nY...	https://genius.com/Drake-worst-behavior-lyrics
1377	Drake	Hidden Hills where I post, yeah\r\n'Ye already...	https://genius.com/Drake-summer-sixteen-lyrics
1378	Drake	Yeah, yeah, yeah\r\nYeah, yeah, yeah\r\nFeel a...	https://genius.com/Drake-the-language-lyrics
1379	Drake	Niggas keep reachin' and dissin'\r\nCan't affo...	https://genius.com/Drake-girls-love-beyonce-ly...
1380	Drake	I'm in shock\r\nThe nerve, the audacity\r\nOka...	https://genius.com/Drake-how-bout-now-lyrics
1381	Drake	Swanging, eyes closed, just swanging\r\nSame c...	https://genius.com/Drake-too-much-lyrics
1382	Drake	Come through, come through, come through, come...	https://genius.com/Drake-shot-for-me-lyrics
1383	Drake	If there's hell below, I'll see you when you g...	https://genius.com/Drake-nonstop-lyrics
1384	Drake	Rrrr ting \r\nI'll admit it, I'll admit it \r\...	https://genius.com/Drake-kanye-west-lil-wayne-...
1385	Drake	You've got me fe–\r\nYou, ohhhh, ayy\r\nHigher...	https://genius.com/Drake-portland-lyrics
1386	Drake	I bought my niggas rollies off of Thank Me Lat...	https://genius.com/Drake-legend-lyrics
1387	Drake	Uhh, ah yeah\r\nSee, this the type of joint yo...	https://genius.com/Drake-gyalchester-lyrics
1388	Drake	You my right hand, you my go to\r\nTold me eve...	https://genius.com/Drake-controlla-lyrics
1389	Drake	Yeah\r\nThis on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw...	https://genius.com/Drake-u-with-me-lyrics
1390	Drake	But I do know one thing though\r\nWomen, they ...	https://genius.com/Drake-headlines-lyrics
1391	Drake	Mo City trip right now, Mo City trip right now...	https://genius.com/Drake-im-upset-lyrics
1392	Drake	10 Bands, 50 bands, 100 bands, fuck it, man\r\...	https://genius.com/Drake-take-care-lyrics
1393	Drake	Yeah\r\nHad hit records on my demo\r\nDid y'al...	https://genius.com/Drake-own-it-lyrics
1394	Drake	But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh, baby, why is th...	https://genius.com/Drake-fire-and-desire-lyrics
1395	Drake	Black leather gloves, no sequins, yeah\r\nBuck...	https://genius.com/Drake-doing-it-wrong-lyrics
1396	Drake	AXL , AXL , AXL \r\nWoi-oi\r\nAyy\r\nI don't c...	https://genius.com/Drake-crew-love-lyrics
1397	Drake	When I die, put my money in the grave\r\nI rea...	https://genius.com/Drake-look-what-youve-done-...
1398	Drake	Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, but I...	https://genius.com/Drake-do-not-disturb-lyrics
1399	Drake	]\r\nAny time people want to start problems\r\...	https://genius.com/Drake-wu-tang-forever-lyrics
1400	Drake	I'm familiar with this cash flow\r\nAnd if you...	https://genius.com/Nicki-minaj-drake-and-lil-w...
1401	Drake	Don't switch on me, I got big plans\r\nWe need...	https://genius.com/Drake-teenage-fever-lyrics
1402	Drake	… And then when I saw the news\r\nMake me feel...	https://genius.com/Drake-the-motion-lyrics
1403	Drake	Yeah, ayy\r\nYeah\r\nI I threw my hands in the...	https://genius.com/Drake-free-smoke-lyrics
1404	Drake	Easy, easy, easy, easy\r\nEasy, easy, easy, ea...	https://genius.com/Drake-feel-no-ways-lyrics
1405	Drake	I say I'd rather be with you, but you are not ...	https://genius.com/Drake-sneakin-lyrics
1406	Drake	Sins, I got sins on my mind\r\nAnd some M's, g...	https://genius.com/Drake-duppy-freestyle-lyrics
1407	Drake	(\r\nNess on the beat\r\n)\r\nYeah, yeah, yeah...	https://genius.com/Drake-connect-lyrics
1408	Drake	Question is, will I ever leave you?\r\nThe ans...	https://genius.com/Drake-come-thru-lyrics
1409	Drake	Too sexy to count , fetty \r\nMy neck baguetty...	https://genius.com/Drake-tuscan-leather-lyrics
1410	Drake	Yeah\r\nI know	https://genius.com/Drake-6-god-lyrics
1411	Drake	And I'm convinced\r\nI made sacrifices, I been...	https://genius.com/Drake-emotionless-lyrics
1412	Drake	Working, working, working, working, ain't ya?\...	https://genius.com/Drake-charged-up-lyrics
1413	Drake	[Outro:\r\nSample\r\n]\r\n"Yo, chill, man—chill!"	https://genius.com/Drake-best-i-ever-had-lyrics
1414	Drake	Twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk it\r\nTwer...	https://genius.com/Drake-right-hand-lyrics
1415	Drake	She haffi twerk it, twerk it, twerk it, twerk ...	https://genius.com/Drake-5-am-in-toronto-lyrics
1416	Drake	Not to mention, we're veterans\r\n, second, he...	https://genius.com/Drake-chicago-freestyle-lyrics
1417	Drake	Just let me give you real street shit\r\nTo ri...	https://genius.com/Drake-company-lyrics
1418	Drake	Now if you ain't blind\r\nAnd you ain't handic...	https://genius.com/Drake-10-bands-lyrics
1419	Drake	Don't you know, baby?\r\nDon't you know, baby?...	https://genius.com/Drake-trophies-lyrics
1420	Drake	Can you keep up?\r\nCan you keep up?\r\nCan yo...	https://genius.com/Drake-the-real-her-lyrics
1421	Drake	Yes, you know I'll die for you \r\nAnd you kno...	https://genius.com/Drake-toosie-slide-lyrics
1422	Drake	Touch it, bring it, pay it, watch it\r\nTurn i...	https://genius.com/Drake-war-lyrics
1423	Drake	I've been one of the most humble, rep the stre...	https://genius.com/Drake-money-in-the-grave-ly...
1424	Drake	The God of the block, see that I'm back \r\nE...	https://genius.com/Drake-laugh-now-cry-later-l...
1425	Drake	Do you really wanna party with me? \r\nLet me ...	https://genius.com/Drake-keep-the-family-close...
1426	Drake	La ilaha illa Allah, ha la ili, hay yo\r\nHili...	https://genius.com/Drake-and-future-diamonds-d...
1427	Drake	Yeah, we can do anything\r\nWalk into anywhere...	https://genius.com/Drake-blem-lyrics
1428	Drake	Yo \r\nLive nigga shit, know what I mean?\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Drake-9-lyrics
1429	Drake	When I come through, hit you with that brand n...	https://genius.com/Drake-days-in-the-east-lyrics
1430	Drake	Don't this shit make a nigga wanna \r\nDon't ...	https://genius.com/Drake-signs-lyrics
1431	Drake	If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high ...	https://genius.com/Drake-hate-sleeping-alone-l...
1432	Drake	You now rocking with the best\r\nBusta Rhymes ...	https://genius.com/Drake-wants-and-needs-lyrics
1433	Drake	Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my ...	https://genius.com/Drake-kmt-lyrics
1434	Drake	This, is, serious\r\nWe could make you delirio...	https://genius.com/Headie-one-and-drake-only-y...
1435	Drake	Just know\r\nGod got his hand on us\r\nI feel ...	https://genius.com/Drake-views-lyrics
1436	Drake	Baby, if you give it to me, I'll give it to yo...	https://genius.com/Drake-way-2-sexy-lyrics
1437	Drake	Now, wave your hand inna the air likkle higher...	https://genius.com/Drake-redemption-lyrics
1438	Drake	Man, fuck these niggas\r\nMan, fuck these hoes...	https://genius.com/Drake-sacrifices-lyrics
1439	Drake	Yeah, I understand that you're not happy, but ...	https://genius.com/Drake-faithful-lyrics
1440	Busta Rhymes	For now and forever, it's the, evil that men d...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-calm-down-lyrics
1441	Busta Rhymes	Look, in case you misunderstand exactly what I...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-twerkit-lyrics
1442	Busta Rhymes	Gonna make, gonna make, gonna make your body w...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-twerkit-solo-l...
1443	Busta Rhymes	Somethin' just to think about a little bit, yo...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-thank-you-lyrics
1444	Busta Rhymes	Yeah uh yeah yo...\r\nWorkers, bosses, Ferrari...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-break-ya-neck-...
1445	Busta Rhymes	Five boroughs of death\r\nYou don't understand...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-ill-hurt-you-l...
1446	Busta Rhymes	The Flip Mode is the Squad\r\nthat controls yo...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-look-over-your...
1447	Busta Rhymes	Hahahaha—everything remains raw\r\nI make sure...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-can-you-keep-u...
1448	Busta Rhymes	"Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick Ja...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-i-know-what-yo...
1449	Busta Rhymes	At any time, and any place, I don’t care who’s...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-touch-it-offic...
1450	Busta Rhymes	Hahahaha, wow \r\nLet me hear that shit again,...	https://genius.com/Eminem-50-cent-and-busta-rh...
1451	Busta Rhymes	Double, triple check \r\nThought I left a coup...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-touch-it-lyrics
1452	Busta Rhymes	I made a decision\r\nDespite all the things th...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-put-your-hands...
1453	Busta Rhymes	So far, shawties throw they bra\r\nAnd I need ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-arab-money-lyrics
1454	Busta Rhymes	Get it, get it, get it, get it\r\nFlip it, tip...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-why-stop-now-l...
1455	Busta Rhymes	:\r\nUh! Ah yeah! See this the type of joint y...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-gimme-some-mor...
1456	Busta Rhymes	Okay now stupid ass stacks in my pocket\r\nTes...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-arab-money-rem...
1457	Busta Rhymes	Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh\r\nOoh-ooh, ooh-...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-pass-the-courv...
1458	Busta Rhymes	Excuse me\r\nTell me, who you really really re...	https://genius.com/B-real-coolio-method-man-ll...
1459	Busta Rhymes	Hail Busta Rhymes\r\nI saw him at the Grammys\...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-woo-hah-got-yo...
1460	Busta Rhymes	The tables is turnin', I'm enjoying just burni...	https://genius.com/Dr-dre-snoop-dogg-busta-rhy...
1461	Busta Rhymes	+ \r\nYou see my bitch, she a one of a kind\r...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-dangerous-lyrics
1462	Busta Rhymes	"Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -\r\nTu...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-hello-lyrics
1463	Busta Rhymes	You niggas can't fuck with the god Busta Rhyme...	https://genius.com/Trippie-redd-and-busta-rhym...
1464	Busta Rhymes	And if you don't see it y'all niggas can't fuc...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-girlfriend-lyrics
1465	Busta Rhymes	Five thousand boomin' watts\r\nI got a thousan...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-why-stop-now-r...
1466	Busta Rhymes	Dale cuchupla-pla-plai, cuchuplai-pla-plai\r\n...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-holla-lyrics
1467	Busta Rhymes	I caught that ill vibe, Bus'\r\nWord, Tip? Yo,...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-flipmode-squad...
1468	Busta Rhymes	Is the love really there? \r\nDo a thug shed t...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-we-made-it-lyrics
1469	Busta Rhymes	Yo, well anyway I'm back around my way\r\nKeep...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-whats-it-gonna...
1470	Busta Rhymes	Move, girl, like your ass on fire\r\nLike your...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-chris-rock-rak...
1471	Busta Rhymes	Girl, I'm tryna figure out what I'm finna cook...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-respect-my-con...
1472	Busta Rhymes	What ya'll wanna do\r\nDon't you know we alway...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-touch-it-remix...
1473	Busta Rhymes	See how we kill 'em with the slow flow\r\nAnd ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-woo-hah-got-yo...
1474	Busta Rhymes	Hey Bus, you ready to do it to 'em again?\r\nW...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-everything-rem...
1475	Busta Rhymes	I got somethin' real heavy to lay on you, man\...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-in-the-ghetto-...
1476	Busta Rhymes	Sorry, country, I know you don't want this rea...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-poetic-justice...
1477	Busta Rhymes	When I come, and I hop, and I skip, and I rhym...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-rick-ross-...
1478	Busta Rhymes	I'm a +Rolling Stone+, Mick Jagger swagger\r\n...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-anderson-p...
1479	Busta Rhymes	We make it clap, we make it clap, we make it c...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-decision-lyrics
1480	Busta Rhymes	It's the break down, it's your favorite part\r...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-mop-czar-l...
1481	Busta Rhymes	It's drivin' me out of my mind\r\nThat's why i...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-get-it-lyrics
1482	Busta Rhymes	I tell you something, don't ever up your CD\r...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-best-i-ever-ha...
1483	Busta Rhymes	I been through the storm\r\nThrough the cold a...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-king-tut-lyrics
1484	Busta Rhymes	One two three we gon' turn it out\r\nAnd make ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-where-i-belong...
1485	Busta Rhymes	What are we doing and where we gonna GO!\r\nSo...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-ham-remix-lyrics
1486	Busta Rhymes	So.. high..\r\nTake me all the waaayyy, where ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-ele-2-the-wrat...
1487	Busta Rhymes	If you from New York, stand up right now!\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-ol-dirty-b...
1488	Busta Rhymes	Anything is	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-i-love-my-bitc...
1489	Busta Rhymes	Incase you ain't know and incase you ain't hea...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-touch-it-remix...
1490	Busta Rhymes	Okay, Weezy F Baby man I gotta put the pressur...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-satanic-lyrics
1491	Busta Rhymes	First I, stop it, then I drop it, then I cock ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-dont-get-carri...
1492	Busta Rhymes	You must be cuckoo, like I respect the new-you...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-pass-the-courv...
1493	Busta Rhymes	Most you niggas really caca \r\nGet to passin'...	https://genius.com/El-alfa-anitta-and-busta-rh...
1494	Busta Rhymes	[Hook:\r\nSample\r\n+ Busta Rhymes + Chauncey ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-ill-vibe-lyrics
1495	Busta Rhymes	One time yo\r\nWatch how I kick it\r\nand rhym...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-the-ugliest-ly...
1496	Busta Rhymes	Daddy, what's it gonna be like in the year 200...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-its-a-party-ly...
1497	Busta Rhymes	Watch me get down and just do my thing baby\r\...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-light-your-ass...
1498	Busta Rhymes	Uh, uh, uh all over the track, man\r\nUh pardo...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-vybz-karte...
1499	Busta Rhymes	]\r\nMoney, cars, clothes, sexy broads, plenty...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-turn-it-up-rem...
1500	Busta Rhymes	I wanna know\r\nDo you really believe?\r\nDo y...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-q-tip-dont...
1501	Busta Rhymes	Jump on the track like Michael Jeffrey\r\nEven...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-rapsody-be...
1502	Busta Rhymes	]\r\n Killa kids\r\nFlipmode we are, 'mode we ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-strap-yourself...
1503	Busta Rhymes	[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake,\r\n2 Chainz & Drake\...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-the-purge-lyrics
1504	Busta Rhymes	Swiftly, I shift the Bimmer 860\r\nA heavy smo...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-fastest-rap-ev...
1505	Busta Rhymes	Oh, yeah, oh, right\r\nOh, yeah, yeah, yeah\r\...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-shake-it-lyrics
1506	Busta Rhymes	Uh, she came, I came, now what's my name?\r\nM...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-make-it-clap-r...
1507	Busta Rhymes	Back to the Mac, tats on her back\r\nAss so fa...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-g-stro-lyrics
1508	Busta Rhymes	I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-outta-my-mind-...
1509	Busta Rhymes	So every day I spend my time\r\nDrinkin' wine,...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-boomp-lyrics
1510	Busta Rhymes	It started in Hollywood\r\nDuh, duh-duh\r\nDre...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-been-through-t...
1511	Busta Rhymes	Scoop back tees \r\nBreeze in coupe \r\nSmilin...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-abandon-ship-l...
1512	Busta Rhymes	Who said you can't live forever lied\r\nOf cou...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-on-your-marks-...
1513	Busta Rhymes	Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye\r\nDirty fuck niggas,...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-cocaina-lyrics
1514	Busta Rhymes	Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? The...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-new-york-shit-...
1515	Busta Rhymes	Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide\r\nMichae...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-touch-it-remix...
1516	Busta Rhymes	Yeah, live through the strugglin', life's a ev...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-make-it-clap-l...
1517	Busta Rhymes	Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the a...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-pressure-lyrics
1518	Busta Rhymes	True to truth somehow\r\nBut never truly lied ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-no-love-remix-...
1519	Busta Rhymes	Buggin' with my niggas, gold sluggin'\r\nTell ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-why-we-die-lyrics
1520	Busta Rhymes	Brand new clip, brand new nine\r\nBrand new bi...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-oh-no-lyrics
1521	Busta Rhymes	Stop\r\nLouder\r\nDon't come in any closer\r\n...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-you-cant-hold-...
1522	Busta Rhymes	I would like to dedicate\r\nTo the scar on my ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-and-q-tip-the-...
1523	Busta Rhymes	How 'bout me and you and you and I\r\nTake a r...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-theres-only-on...
1524	Busta Rhymes	Smoke,\r\nTy Beats\r\nBetter do it 'til we get...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-do-my-thing-ly...
1525	Busta Rhymes	Shorty she like to pop ass high\r\nPopped her ...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-as-i-come-back...
1526	Busta Rhymes	For a nigga like me, young nigga like me \r\nF...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-get-you-some-l...
1527	Busta Rhymes	Alright, mothafucka\r\nAlright, A$AP\r\nAll yo...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-freedom-lyrics
1528	Busta Rhymes	More power to you, more power to you, my lovel...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-dont-touch-me-...
1529	Busta Rhymes	They called me a bitch, burned me like saffron...	https://genius.com/Busta-rhymes-we-could-take-...
1530	A$AP Rocky	"I'm undone because—"\r\n"I'm undone because—"	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-fuckin-problems-...
1531	A$AP Rocky	I swear this famous shit just happened overnig...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-1train-lyrics
1532	A$AP Rocky	True to truth somehow\r\nBut never truly lied ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-goldie-lyrics
1533	A$AP Rocky	Clams Casino, A$AP \r\nSee me in the hood, the...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-praise-the-lord-...
1534	A$AP Rocky	P.O\r\nOne time for A$AP Yams\r\nLet's go\r\nW...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-wild-for-the-nig...
1535	A$AP Rocky	I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah\r\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-peso-lyrics
1536	A$AP Rocky	Uh, goddamn, how real is this?\r\nI know them ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-everyday-lyrics
1537	A$AP Rocky	One, two, umm\r\nBuckle my, umm\r\nPass the mo...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-l-d-lyrics
1538	A$AP Rocky	Bass, uhh!	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-fashion-killa-ly...
1539	A$AP Rocky	Ay, I have a message from the Most High\r\nTha...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-long-live-a-ap-l...
1540	A$AP Rocky	Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone\r\nSmo...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-lord-pretty-flac...
1541	A$AP Rocky	I know I'm a scumbag and now your heart broke\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-multiply-lyrics
1542	A$AP Rocky	Light it, light it, puff it, puff it, pass it,...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-phoenix-lyrics
1543	A$AP Rocky	She fuckin' Pretty Flacko, she want that Prett...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-canal-st-lyrics
1544	A$AP Rocky	The fact of the matter she blow out the frizza...	https://genius.com/Tyler-the-creator-and-a-ap-...
1545	A$AP Rocky	Maserati, like Atari\r\nWith no car keys, push...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-a-ap-forever-lyrics
1546	A$AP Rocky	Let the Lords toast with the Lords\r\nToast to...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-excuse-me-lyrics
1547	A$AP Rocky	Well, let me tell you 'bout a nigga like me\r\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-brand-new-guy-ly...
1548	A$AP Rocky	I just, I just live\r\nI live day by day, figh...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-ghetto-symphony-...
1549	A$AP Rocky	You can smoke that weed, you can sip that lean...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-babushka-boi-lyrics
1550	A$AP Rocky	How ‘bout me and you, and you and her\r\nTake ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-pmw-all-i-really...
1551	A$AP Rocky	Make my money, walk straight ahead now\r\nThey...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-purple-swag-lyrics
1552	A$AP Rocky	Life is just a bitch\r\n, a bitch is like a ho...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-electric-body-ly...
1553	A$AP Rocky	Buckshot\r\nBuckshot\r\nBuckshot\r\nEnds with ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-angels-lyrics
1554	A$AP Rocky	Lit, get, get lit, get, get lit\r\nGet lit, g...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-lvl-lyrics
1555	A$AP Rocky	- Yo, what's your name, young blood? What they...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-jukebox-joints-l...
1556	A$AP Rocky	Thanks for the light, waitin' for the light\r\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-fukk-sleep-lyrics
1557	A$AP Rocky	[Chorus 2: Joe Fox &\r\nA$AP Rocky\r\n]\r\nI l...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-purity-lyrics
1558	A$AP Rocky	I'm above average	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-suddenly-lyrics
1559	A$AP Rocky	I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket\r\nI...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-a-ap-forever-rem...
1560	A$AP Rocky	It's so easy to fall in love\r\nPurple kisses ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-wassup-lyrics
1561	A$AP Rocky	Swervin', swervin',\r\ngettin' all them dimes\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-m-lyrics
1562	A$AP Rocky	Sorry guys	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-sundress-lyrics
1563	A$AP Rocky	Olympicks—Olympicks—Olympicks—Olympicks\r\nUh,...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-palace-lyrics
1564	A$AP Rocky	Gettin' money is \r\nI thought you knew\r\nGet...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-trilla-lyrics
1565	A$AP Rocky	Too fuckin' cocky, baby, I'm too fuckin' cocky...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-bass-lyrics
1566	A$AP Rocky	Crazy kids, understand\r\nOut late, going craz...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-holy-ghost-lyrics
1567	A$AP Rocky	You made a bet with me, now you’re in debt wit...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-tony-tone-lyrics
1568	A$AP Rocky	Uh, all hell here, bitch it's Satan talking\r\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-fine-whine-lyrics
1569	A$AP Rocky	So big you are, shining like the star\r\nWith ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-better-things-ly...
1570	A$AP Rocky	[Outro: A$AP Twelvyy, ScHoolboy Q & Tyler, The...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-pretty-flacko-ly...
1571	A$AP Rocky	Uh, uh\r\nI can feel the bass, from the ceilin...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-gunz-n-butter-ly...
1572	A$AP Rocky	Nah'mean? These tacky ass muh'fuckers be in th...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-r-cali-lyrics
1573	A$AP Rocky	Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub m...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-jodye-lyrics
1574	A$AP Rocky	Yeah this is my story, my struggle, uh\r\nMy b...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-keep-it-g-lyrics
1575	A$AP Rocky	Uh, posted on the corner like a trapper, uh\r\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-demons-lyrics
1576	A$AP Rocky	Don't get too close, too close\r\nI might come...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-kissin-pink-lyrics
1577	A$AP Rocky	Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethi...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-pussy-money-weed...
1578	A$AP Rocky	Yeah, yeah, yeah\r\nMazzalean \r\nWhen I'm pul...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-hell-lyrics
1579	A$AP Rocky	A couple more commas richer\r\nAnd I'm still m...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-houston-old-head...
1580	A$AP Rocky	Man, them niggas got me\r\nThem niggas got me\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-buck-shots-lyrics
1581	A$AP Rocky	Your girl hold my dick like a Wii controller\r...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-get-lit-lyrics
1582	A$AP Rocky	Uh, yeah, yeah \r\nUh, yeah, yeah \r\nUh, yeah...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-jd-lyrics
1583	A$AP Rocky	I wanna see you take it all off\r\nAnd she jus...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-changes-lyrics
1584	A$AP Rocky	Time to divorce \r\nLine up the courts , yeah\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-pharsyde-lyrics
1585	A$AP Rocky	These days of preference has no complexion\r\n...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-bad-company-lyrics
1586	A$AP Rocky	Yeah, yeah, they need jobs like Steve\r\nI'm a...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-leaf-take-1-lyrics
1587	A$AP Rocky	My nigga says he got the Wock for 40 a line \r...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-purple-kisses-ly...
1588	A$AP Rocky	Yeah, now you boys know me, I ball better than...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-ridin-lyrics
1589	A$AP Rocky	I'mma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm the veteran...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-max-b-lyrics
1590	A$AP Rocky	Let me know, know what's up\r\nBefore I roll, ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-out-of-this-worl...
1591	A$AP Rocky	Yeah, yeah, yeah\r\nIt's good\r\nOh shit\r\nMu...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-wavybone-lyrics
1592	A$AP Rocky	I need smoke\r\nI need to smoke\r\nWho gon' ho...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-gucci-mane-and-2...
1593	A$AP Rocky	I'm on the pursuit of happiness\r\nI know ever...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-kids-turned-out-...
1594	A$AP Rocky	Slow mo'\r\nWhen the tempo slows up and create...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-i-come-apart-lyrics
1595	A$AP Rocky	I'm this close to go and trying some coke\r\nA...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-purple-swag-chap...
1596	A$AP Rocky	The adventures of Moon Man & Slim \r\nYes, who...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-pain-lyrics
1597	A$AP Rocky	3... 2... 1...\r\nScott. Scott. Scott. Scott!\...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-hun43rd-lyrics
1598	A$AP Rocky	I'm ready for that\r\nI'm ready for the funera...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-distorted-record...
1599	A$AP Rocky	I keep on running, keep on running\r\nAnd noth...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-back-home-lyrics
1600	A$AP Rocky	Close my eyes, high in the dark\r\nIt's a curt...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-calldrops-lyrics
1601	A$AP Rocky	I can't decide\r\nWhat if life's a lie?\r\nI p...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-dmb-lyrics
1602	A$AP Rocky	Got some pride in your town, I'm spottin' 'em ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-new-york-bitters...
1603	A$AP Rocky	So twisted in emotional notions, oh yeah\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-og-beeper-lyrics
1604	A$AP Rocky	Hey, we live this shit\r\nOh, oh-oh, oh\r\nHey...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-same-bitch-lyrics
1605	A$AP Rocky	I'm living my life as if I got powers\r\nAnd t...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-brotha-man-lyrics
1606	A$AP Rocky	I been here before, hey, hey\r\nI been here be...	https://genius.com/Slowthai-and-a-ap-rocky-maz...
1607	A$AP Rocky	Yeah, I see you hatin' over there\r\nSee you j...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-thuggin-noise-ly...
1608	A$AP Rocky	See things do come around\r\nAnd make sense ev...	https://genius.com/Not-and-a-ap-rocky-doja-lyrics
1609	A$AP Rocky	Hmm, hey\r\nHmm, hey, na-na-na-na-na-nah\r\nTh...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-pretty-flacko-re...
1610	A$AP Rocky	Don't be so down, c'mon young homie\r\nYou'll ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-sandman-lyrics
1611	A$AP Rocky	She said she want whatever she like\r\nBut you...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-m-single-version...
1612	A$AP Rocky	Listen good, I don't need nobody\r\nThis is, w...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-black-tux-white-...
1613	A$AP Rocky	Hey yo, all right\r\nThis is how it's 'posed t...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-west-side-highwa...
1614	A$AP Rocky	Come, come now, last call, who want some?\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Nigo-and-a-ap-rocky-arya-ly...
1615	A$AP Rocky	Zoom with me baby, yeah\r\nZoom with me baby, ...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-5ive-star-lyrics
1616	A$AP Rocky	In my mind\r\nIt sounds like oooooooh\r\nWhen ...	https://genius.com/Comethazine-and-a-ap-rocky-...
1617	A$AP Rocky	I see pretty girls everywhere I go\r\nEvery, e...	https://genius.com/Mike-will-made-it-a-ap-rock...
1618	A$AP Rocky	Whatever\r\nSo, whatever\r\nWhatever\r\nSo, wh...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-roll-one-up-lyrics
1619	A$AP Rocky	Yeah, mmmhmmmmm, yeah, mmmhmmmhmmm\r\nPeople t...	https://genius.com/A-ap-rocky-dreams-interlude...
1620	Kid Cudi	Hmm, oh, oh, oh\r\nNever left me lonely\r\nIt'...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-just-what-i-am-lyrics
1621	Kid Cudi	Yeah, yeah, yeah\r\nYeah, ooh, boo\r\nYeah, ye...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-pursuit-of-happine...
1622	Kid Cudi	Aa-aaa-ay, a-aaa-ay\r\nAa-aaa-ay, a-aaa-ay\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-day-n-nite-nightma...
1623	Kid Cudi	Lord, are you hearin' me call out? Ayy \r\nLor...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-soundtrack-2-my-li...
1624	Kid Cudi	You could fly\r\nNobody can touch you ... nobo...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-and-eminem-the-adv...
1625	Kid Cudi	At the end of the day, day\r\nMy mama told me ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-mr-rager-lyrics
1626	Kid Cudi	He's callin' me\r\nSo much gone while I blow o...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-the-prayer-lyrics
1627	Kid Cudi	Yeah, yeah\r\nGettin', Gettin', Gettin'\r\nCra...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-erase-me-lyrics
1628	Kid Cudi	Oh why, oh why, ooh\r\nOh why, oh\r\nOh why, o...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-man-on-the-moon-th...
1629	Kid Cudi	Day fades and the sun goes away \r\nSame old ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-king-wizard-lyrics
1630	Kid Cudi	You turn a nigga on, these feelings I have\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-baptized-in-fire-l...
1631	Kid Cudi	Suppose somehow the lionhearted\r\nFailed to w...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-by-design-lyrics
1632	Kid Cudi	Ooo-oh! Ooo-oh!\r\nThings get crazy and I feel...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-mojo-so-dope-lyrics
1633	Kid Cudi	Soon after falling into a deeper psychedelic s...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-immortal-lyrics
1634	Kid Cudi	Mm-mm, yeah\r\nMm-mm\r\nIn the dead of the nig...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-tequila-shots-lyrics
1635	Kid Cudi	And people think I'm mad \r\nThen won't you te...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-creepers-lyrics
1636	Kid Cudi	[Intro:\r\nSt. Vincent\r\n, Kid Cudi]\r\n(—\r\...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-ghost-lyrics
1637	Kid Cudi	Life goes by\r\nSearch for your love wherever ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-rose-golden-lyrics
1638	Kid Cudi	You can look all over\r\nBut no, you'll never ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-love-lyrics
1639	Kid Cudi	You wanna find somebody you trust and lay low\...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-make-her-say-i-pok...
1640	Kid Cudi	[Outro: Kid Cudi,\r\nMary J. Blige\r\n]\r\nMmm...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-solo-dolo-nightmar...
1641	Kid Cudi	I watch the sun collapse and took up in the cl...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-brothers-lyrics
1642	Kid Cudi	The sky might fall\r\n The sky might fall\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-solo-dolo-part-ii-...
1643	Kid Cudi	Confused, truth is what I choose \r\nHeal I ne...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-balmain-jeans-lyrics
1644	Kid Cudi	]\r\nIn God I trust, now I don't give no fucks...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-cudi-zone-lyrics
1645	Kid Cudi	Take it to the satellite, tonight\r\nTake flig...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-girls-lyrics
1646	Kid Cudi	This is a journey into the horizon\r\nYou can ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-up-up-and-away-lyrics
1647	Kid Cudi	Cold\r\nBitch you know I'm cold, yeah\r\nI'm o...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-too-bad-i-have-to-...
1648	Kid Cudi	Yeah, life is like that\r\nBeat me up, and I'm...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-marijuana-lyrics
1649	Kid Cudi	Hey\r\nSeen nothing like that shorty with the ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-frequency-lyrics
1650	Kid Cudi	I’ll never do it again, do it again	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-surfin-lyrics
1651	Kid Cudi	In the city, this is rock and roll\r\nMy nigga...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-skepta-and-pop-smo...
1652	Kid Cudi	I'm never gonna get out of this town, am I, Go...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-unfuckwittable-lyrics
1653	Kid Cudi	Revolution, revolution (\r\nHey! Okay, okay!\r...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-heart-of-a-lion-ki...
1654	Kid Cudi	You could try and numb the pain, but it'll nev...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-mr-solo-dolo-iii-l...
1655	Kid Cudi	Yeah, they say, "Easy friend"\r\nThere he go t...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-she-knows-this-lyrics
1656	Kid Cudi	Ooooooooh-ooooooooh\r\nAnd I'll be rockin' alo...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-trapped-in-my-mind...
1657	Kid Cudi	As our hero seems to be dreaming in peace\r\nA...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-another-day-lyrics
1658	Kid Cudi	Lord of the Sad and Lonely	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-young-lady-lyrics
1659	Kid Cudi	But we free, the lonely, lonely \r\nAs we watc...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-all-along-lyrics
1660	Kid Cudi	Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh\r\nYeah-ay-ohh-ohh	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-red-eye-lyrics
1661	Kid Cudi	Look up, what he's really trying to say\r\nIs ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-enter-galactic-lov...
1662	Kid Cudi	Down and out\r\nHey, down and out\r\nDown and ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-sad-people-lyrics
1663	Kid Cudi	Yeah, yeah\r\nWhat up, what up\r\nYou're in my...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-mad-solar-lyrics
1664	Kid Cudi	How it goes when you're a damaged man\r\nThis ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-maniac-lyrics
1665	Kid Cudi	Hey hey hey, whoa whoa whoooa \r\nHey, whoa wh...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-sept-16-lyrics
1666	Kid Cudi	"Now certainly, we all recognize the extremely...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-dat-new-new-lyrics
1667	Kid Cudi	Mm , mm, mm\r\nMm \r\nEasy does it \r\nEasy do...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-kitchen-lyrics
1668	Kid Cudi	Yeah\r\nElement of the surprise\r\nSuch a spec...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-dont-play-this-son...
1669	Kid Cudi	Ooh, yeah, I know \r\nBaby, I'm a warrior, bab...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-alive-nightmare-ly...
1670	Kid Cudi	But something's off, I can feel it \r\nMy ange...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-sky-might-fall-lyrics
1671	Kid Cudi	These illusions in my head, ohh \r\nHallucinat...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-confused-lyrics
1672	Kid Cudi	Ooh, ooh\r\nWhere you going?\r\nWhere you goin...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-beez-lyrics
1673	Kid Cudi	You gotta do it alone mane\r\nYou gotta do it ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-satellite-flight-l...
1674	Kid Cudi	Happens, happens, happens, happens, happens\r\...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-scott-mescudi-vs-t...
1675	Kid Cudi	Yup-yuppers, smile all the time while\r\nI cho...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-cold-blooded-lyrics
1676	Kid Cudi	This is just the right vibe\r\nStars in the sk...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-these-worries-lyrics
1677	Kid Cudi	I done tried it all, tried it all, hey\r\nDone...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-dive-lyrics
1678	Kid Cudi	But no one talks, lost in the motherfuckin' mo...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-the-end-lyrics
1679	Kid Cudi	[Part 2: Post Mortem\r\nBoredom]\r\n"There is ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-releaser-lyrics
1680	Kid Cudi	Movin' wit out movin', pure crush froovin'\r\n...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-heaven-on-earth-ly...
1681	Kid Cudi	Shake that body, party that bod—\r\nShake that...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-elsies-baby-boy-fl...
1682	Kid Cudi	Tippy-toeing and I'm mud-walkin', hmm\r\nRolli...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-revofev-lyrics
1683	Kid Cudi	]\r\nYes the shit is raw coming at your door\r...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-swim-in-the-light-...
1684	Kid Cudi	Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know\r\nQu...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-hyyerr-lyrics
1685	Kid Cudi	For every blow, depends on breath control\r\nS...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-ashin-kusher-lyrics
1686	Kid Cudi	Deep meditation sound orientated, war the bliz...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-simple-as-lyrics
1687	Kid Cudi	All that I got is you\r\nAnd I'm so thankful I...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-lord-of-the-sad-an...
1688	Kid Cudi	Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black b...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-and-trippie-redd-r...
1689	Kid Cudi	"Rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell\r\nFr...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-my-world-lyrics
1690	Kid Cudi	Word up, respect that, ho	https://genius.com/Ariana-grande-and-kid-cudi-...
1691	Kid Cudi	Aiyo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-down-out-lyrics
1692	Kid Cudi	It's assassination day, I stalk	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-in-my-dreams-cudde...
1693	Kid Cudi	Tommy Mottola, lives on the road\r\nHe lost hi...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-damaged-lyrics
1694	Kid Cudi	One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disr...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-cudderisback-lyrics
1695	Kid Cudi	]\r\nListen, I am bad, I said I am bad. I’m a ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-going-to-the-cerem...
1696	Kid Cudi	Now, where I come from cats be carrying\r\nMar...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-leader-of-the-deli...
1697	Kid Cudi	Shorty, what is you thinkin' 'bout? \r\nDidn't...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-burn-baby-burn-lyrics
1698	Kid Cudi	{"Love was never born to say goodbye"}\r\n{"Lo...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-lord-i-know-lyrics
1699	Kid Cudi	Skip to the intro, rap through post\r\nSmashed...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-the-pale-moonlight...
1700	Kid Cudi	]\r\nShoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew\r\nFu...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-illusions-lyrics
1701	Kid Cudi	Some say a drug dealer's destiny is reaching a...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-the-guide-lyrics
1702	Kid Cudi	Run if you sell drugs in the school zone\r\nRu...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-bigger-than-you-do...
1703	Kid Cudi	Ayo, what up son? They talking that "money on ...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-all-in-lyrics
1704	Kid Cudi	Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice-rocking n...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-cleveland-is-the-r...
1705	Kid Cudi	No, man, all bitches are the same, just like m...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-4-da-kidz-lyrics
1706	Kid Cudi	Yo, let me tell you how the game go\r\nWe gett...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-internal-bleeding-...
1707	Kid Cudi	Two hours later, scheming like DeNiro in Casin...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-the-mood-lyrics
1708	Kid Cudi	Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all?\...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-edge-of-the-earth-...
1709	Kid Cudi	Simple minds get blown, shattered into pieces\...	https://genius.com/Kid-cudi-dose-of-dopeness-l...
1710	Ghostface Killah	Come through the block, in the brand new Benz\...	https://genius.com/Kanye-west-pusha-t-and-ghos...
1711	Ghostface Killah	Just can't understand, you know. I treated you...	https://genius.com/Kendrick-lamar-summer-walke...
1712	Ghostface Killah	Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-winter-war...
1713	Ghostface Killah	Yo, cleanse me, clean me of my sour soul, I'm ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-nutmeg-lyrics
1714	Ghostface Killah	We got a history full of lightning victories\r...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-mighty-hea...
1715	Ghostface Killah	Sometimes I feel like a motherless child \r\nS...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-iron-maide...
1716	Ghostface Killah	You know what I'm sayin'? You on the corners a...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-all-that-i...
1717	Ghostface Killah	Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk\r...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-one-lyrics
1718	Ghostface Killah	Yo, yo\r\nBack in black, it's your local super...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-daytona-50...
1719	Ghostface Killah	Yeah, Solomon marked for life, a million to li...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-wildflower...
1720	Ghostface Killah	She want a thug, not the lawyer-type\r\nA gold...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-apollo-kid...
1721	Ghostface Killah	Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-assassinat...
1722	Ghostface Killah	After the smoke is done\r\nWu-Tang, Delphonics...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-cherchez-l...
1723	Ghostface Killah	I cheated myself\r\nLike I knew I would\r\nI t...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-ghost-dein...
1724	Ghostface Killah	Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas, s...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-the-champ-...
1725	Ghostface Killah	Murders, bodies chopped into Ziplocs\r\nKill o...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-fish-lyrics
1726	Ghostface Killah	I don't touch that swine\r\n,\r\nI want that u...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-back-like-...
1727	Ghostface Killah	Record spins, I'm going in\r\nI don't shoot to...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-camay-lyrics
1728	Ghostface Killah	Yeah\r\n Word... these Wiz's be buggin God\r\...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-wu-banga-1...
1729	Ghostface Killah	Oh, yeah, motherfucker\r\nIt's real\r\nY'all n...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-buck-50-ly...
1730	Ghostface Killah	Ayo, ayo, bitch, why the fuck I got lint on my...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-kilo-lyrics
1731	Ghostface Killah	"I want you, you've got to, stop your storm ba...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-run-lyrics
1732	Ghostface Killah	Yo, it's Tone Starks the don, the face of a ki...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1733	Ghostface Killah	Tell your crew to be easy\r\nNiggas run around...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-black-jesu...
1734	Ghostface Killah	Street knowledge, we puttin' these books to th...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-wisdom-bod...
1735	Ghostface Killah	Girl, because of you I'm hurting\r\nWithin my,...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-malcolm-ly...
1736	Ghostface Killah	Mmm, oh, ugh, put it in\r\nYeah\r\nYou can put...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-260-lyrics
1737	Ghostface Killah	The slums of a big town as packed with drama a...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-shakey-dog...
1738	Ghostface Killah	Analyze This shit like De Niro\r\nWords in you...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1739	Ghostface Killah	Red wine and pink veal\r\nUnknowing that this ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-back-like-...
1740	Ghostface Killah	I used to rob and steal, now I make food for t...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-love-dont-...
1741	Ghostface Killah	Yo, promoters don't want us in clubs because w...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-poisonous-...
1742	Ghostface Killah	Despite the alcohol, I had a great old Mama\r\...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1743	Ghostface Killah	"Sorry boys\r\nAll the stitches in the world c...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-9-milli-br...
1744	Ghostface Killah	I would die for a sun , can being richer and c...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-motherless...
1745	Ghostface Killah	Yo, Ayo I'll break every bone in your wrist\r\...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-faster-bla...
1746	Ghostface Killah	Ah, man, come on, Tone\r\nYou sleepy eyes, man...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-childs-pla...
1747	Ghostface Killah	Young aggressor, born into the life of crime\r...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1748	Ghostface Killah	Dirty told me to rock the spot \r\nFreak the b...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-stroke-of-...
1749	Ghostface Killah	War, we run these streets like a renegade\r\nG...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-laced-chee...
1750	Ghostface Killah	Cutthroats, murdersprees, and killings were sy...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-three-bric...
1751	Ghostface Killah	I formed a crew, niggas straight tell me I'm s...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-after-the-...
1752	Ghostface Killah	He used to sling in the stairwell\r\nFast to p...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-you-know-i...
1753	Ghostface Killah	Ayo, it's war on the street, blood on the cobb...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-in-tha-par...
1754	Ghostface Killah	Saturday night, Uptown\r\nRiding past Kansas F...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-wu-will-su...
1755	Ghostface Killah	Ayo, I'm lost underwater\r\nI see a pink door ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1756	Ghostface Killah	My name is Knuckles nigga\r\nNiggas call me Kn...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-the-battle...
1757	Ghostface Killah	Dangerous, lethal vocals enter the cranium\r\n...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-meteor-ham...
1758	Ghostface Killah	I will be the sweetest thing you've ever known...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1759	Ghostface Killah	Rest your headpiece on this one son, cough up ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-marvel-lyrics
1760	Ghostface Killah	- repeat 2X\r\nThat's right sexy lady\r\nCome...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-stay-true-...
1761	Ghostface Killah	Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still dr...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1762	Ghostface Killah	Came up out the darkness, searching for light\...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-strawberry...
1763	Ghostface Killah	On the count of three\r\nHe landed right in fr...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1764	Ghostface Killah	I'm an alien from way past the moon you see\r\...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-be-easy-ly...
1765	Ghostface Killah	Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, s...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1766	Ghostface Killah	That's right, it's real!\r\nIt's that muthafuc...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-the-grain-...
1767	Ghostface Killah	Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal?\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-stapleton-...
1768	Ghostface Killah	I know where you been, where you are, where yo...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-beware-of-...
1769	Ghostface Killah	Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z\r\nJi...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-we-made-it...
1770	Ghostface Killah	Yeah, uh, yeah\r\nLivin' life like this\r\nGot...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1771	Ghostface Killah	Ayy, bitch, I've been goin' and goin' like the...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1772	Ghostface Killah	I torture you\r\nTake my hand through the flam...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-cobra-clut...
1773	Ghostface Killah	Everybody people, everybody bleed, everybody n...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-whip-you-w...
1774	Ghostface Killah	Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-the-soul-c...
1775	Ghostface Killah	I can feel you in my lungs, feel you in my vei...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-the-sun-ly...
1776	Ghostface Killah	Ayy man\r\nWhat's up, bro?\r\nSpiderman should...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-clipse-of-...
1777	Ghostface Killah	Hold up\r\nLet me get my mind, let me get my m...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1778	Ghostface Killah	]\r\nFade away, fade away, fade away, fade awa...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1779	Ghostface Killah	If you deal with war, backwards stay far\r\nWe...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-holla-lyrics
1780	Ghostface Killah	I work hard every motherfuckin' day-ay-ay-ayy\...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-chinatown-...
1781	Ghostface Killah	Let me bring it back down\r\nThey think it's a...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1782	Ghostface Killah	Ballin', ballin'\r\nI came from nuttin' to som...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1783	Ghostface Killah	I'm the one, bitch, I am the one, like Keanu R...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-purified-t...
1784	Ghostface Killah	Ever since I was a youngin I knew I’d break in...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-and-adrian...
1785	Ghostface Killah	I'm like, "Oh, God, oh- oh, my God"\r\nBitch, ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-saturday-n...
1786	Ghostface Killah	I swear this music in my genes like Denim\r\nL...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-underwater...
1787	Ghostface Killah	Nah, nah, nah\r\nPut your ego on the shelf and...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-clyde-smit...
1788	Ghostface Killah	Okay the flow delicious, bounty huntin' like S...	https://genius.com/Badbadnotgood-and-ghostface...
1789	Ghostface Killah	Out the blue, like a Crip\r\nBut I never bang ...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-baby-lyrics
1790	Ghostface Killah	Oh my, my, my, my, my\r\nOhhh\r\nOh my, my, my...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-box-in-han...
1791	Ghostface Killah	This what we gon' do right now\r\nI'ma test my...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-2getha-bab...
1792	Ghostface Killah	I know my mind is sober, but I'm so high, it's...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-legendary-...
1793	Ghostface Killah	Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that\r\nYou gon...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-jellyfish-...
1794	Ghostface Killah	This concludes the Under Pressure program...\r...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-here-i-go-...
1795	Ghostface Killah	I know, I know that I got it if I, do what I g...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-maxine-lyrics
1796	Ghostface Killah	I'm feelin' this villainous feelin' inside of ...	https://genius.com/Czarface-and-ghostface-kill...
1797	Ghostface Killah	Take it back, take it way back\r\nTake it way,...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-big-girl-l...
1798	Ghostface Killah	You're the man of the year, man of the year\r\...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-biscuits-l...
1799	Ghostface Killah	I'm like, oh my goodness, oh my goodness\r\nOh...	https://genius.com/Ghostface-killah-drama-lyrics
1800	Logic	It was December of 2015 in sunny Los Angeles C...	https://genius.com/Logic-1-800-273-8255-lyrics
1801	Logic	]\r\nYeah I hope we make it to fuckin' paradis...	https://genius.com/Logic-homicide-lyrics
1802	Logic	Old school on this track, I feel invincible\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-gang-related-lyrics
1803	Logic	And so I doubt you\r\nI doubt you even know wh...	https://genius.com/Logic-44-more-lyrics
1804	Logic	Me and my team gotta intervene\r\nWhat's the p...	https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-wiz-khalifa-imagi...
1805	Logic	Oh, I know it’s hard, I know it’s hard like\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-everybody-lyrics
1806	Logic	Fuck that rap shit, this that trap shit \r\nTh...	https://genius.com/Logic-under-pressure-lyrics
1807	Logic	I'm gone, so long, I'm gone, so long\r\nI'm go...	https://genius.com/Logic-nikki-lyrics
1808	Logic	Logic has recorded 1700 songs in the span of h...	https://genius.com/Logic-black-spiderman-lyrics
1809	Logic	Man... what are the chances that there's some ...	https://genius.com/Logic-alright-lyrics
1810	Logic	Lord willin', make a difference\r\nLord willin...	https://genius.com/Logic-fade-away-lyrics
1811	Logic	Simple logic\r\nClockwise, counterclockwise\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-44-bars-lyrics
1812	Logic	Can't nothing stop me, I'm on a roll \r\nAlway...	https://genius.com/Logic-and-marshmello-everyd...
1813	Logic	Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit\r\nEverything ...	https://genius.com/Logic-5am-lyrics
1814	Logic	5-0 triple-0	https://genius.com/Logic-ballin-lyrics
1815	Logic	I can't get much higher, been smoking that fir...	https://genius.com/Logic-keanu-reeves-lyrics
1816	Logic	I just be drivin'\r\nUh-uh, nah-nah, da-da-da,...	https://genius.com/Logic-all-i-do-lyrics
1817	Logic	Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason\r\n...	https://genius.com/Logic-flexicution-lyrics
1818	Logic	This album two but this song was written befor...	https://genius.com/Logic-soul-food-lyrics
1819	Logic	Hello?\r\nI know, I know, I’m supposed to been...	https://genius.com/Logic-confessions-of-a-dang...
1820	Logic	I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost dr...	https://genius.com/Logic-young-jesus-lyrics
1821	Logic	This is our time\r\nStill I'm looking back, le...	https://genius.com/Logic-bounce-lyrics
1822	Logic	]\r\nI've been workin' like I've never been\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-africaryan-lyrics
1823	Logic	Bitch, I did it, I made it, I'm loved and I'm ...	https://genius.com/Logic-100-miles-and-running...
1824	Logic	Motherfuckers get no love\r\nHol' up, wassup; ...	https://genius.com/Logic-stainless-lyrics
1825	Logic	I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a...	https://genius.com/Logic-midnight-lyrics
1826	Logic	Bitch, I've been blowin' up \r\nEveryone showi...	https://genius.com/Logic-till-the-end-lyrics
1827	Logic	Watch my back, so I make sure\r\nYou're right ...	https://genius.com/Logic-metropolis-lyrics
1828	Logic	Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we...	https://genius.com/Logic-buried-alive-lyrics
1829	Logic	Aight, or—higher probably, right?\r\nFuck it, ...	https://genius.com/Logic-take-it-back-lyrics
1830	Logic	This album marks the reunion of Logic and No I...	https://genius.com/Logic-man-of-the-year-lyrics
1831	Logic	This is real life, the only one we get to live...	https://genius.com/Logic-super-mario-world-lyrics
1832	Logic	I'm like, "Wassup ho? Where you been? What you...	https://genius.com/Logic-anziety-lyrics
1833	Logic	I'm out for presidents to represent me \r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Logic-like-woah-lyrics
1834	Logic	Yes I've been through it\r\nThey know I do it ...	https://genius.com/Logic-wu-tang-forever-lyrics
1835	Logic	Mama, look at me now \r\nAyy, ayy, bitch, get ...	https://genius.com/Logic-city-of-stars-lyrics
1836	Logic	I've upgraded\r\nI've upgraded\r\nI've upgrade...	https://genius.com/Logic-run-it-lyrics
1837	Logic	You know what I been on,\r\nyou know where I b...	https://genius.com/Logic-killing-spree-lyrics
1838	Logic	Dear God, I just wanna know why\r\nWhy do you ...	https://genius.com/Logic-warm-it-up-lyrics
1839	Logic	Tell me—tell me—tell me what you know about re...	https://genius.com/Logic-im-gone-lyrics
1840	Logic	We interrupt this transmission with a special ...	https://genius.com/Logic-growing-pains-iii-lyrics
1841	Logic	Real\r\nNasty, all- all the time\r\nGot a show...	https://genius.com/Logic-the-incredible-true-s...
1842	Logic	Logic\r\nI got a date with destiny\r\nMy heart...	https://genius.com/Logic-lord-willin-lyrics
1843	Logic	Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with people\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-wrist-lyrics
1844	Logic	You are amazing, you are amazing, you are amaz...	https://genius.com/Logic-yuck-lyrics
1845	Logic	Yeah, smoking in London while the snow fall\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-america-lyrics
1846	Logic	Fuckin' with me now, break it down come off of...	https://genius.com/Logic-slave-ii-lyrics
1847	Logic	This what you all been waitin' for, ain't it?\...	https://genius.com/Logic-indica-badu-lyrics
1848	Logic	Under the spotlight, neither black nor white\r...	https://genius.com/Logic-driving-ms-daisy-lyrics
1849	Logic	What the fuck you mean you ain't know my name?...	https://genius.com/Logic-overnight-lyrics
1850	Logic	]\r\nDear God, I'm trying hard to reach you\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-paradise-lyrics
1851	Logic	What do you want me to say?\r\nJust letting yo...	https://genius.com/Logic-hallelujah-lyrics
1852	Logic	Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-brea...	https://genius.com/Logic-the-return-lyrics
1853	Logic	This shit is deeper than money\r\nDeeper than ...	https://genius.com/Logic-innermission-lyrics
1854	Logic	, yeah, uh\r\nYeah, uh, yeah \r\nUh, uh, yeah,...	https://genius.com/Logic-never-been-lyrics
1855	Logic	East side, west side, we ride, we die all for ...	https://genius.com/Logic-perfect-lyrics
1856	Logic	Baby girl, you know what I want\r\nLet me do i...	https://genius.com/Logic-i-am-the-greatest-lyrics
1857	Logic	Knocked down, round for round\r\nYou're feelin...	https://genius.com/Logic-young-sinatra-iii-lyrics
1858	Logic	Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stan...	https://genius.com/Logic-contra-lyrics
1859	Logic	You don't want no problem, want no problem wit...	https://genius.com/Logic-let-me-go-lyrics
1860	Logic	Niggas, please be focused, that Bino, you know...	https://genius.com/Logic-ysiv-lyrics
1861	Logic	I've been riding around with my blunt on my li...	https://genius.com/Logic-intro-under-pressure-...
1862	Logic	Thirsty, thirsty, tryna choose\r\nI mean, I kn...	https://genius.com/Logic-gp4-lyrics
1863	Logic	Turn it around\r\nI remember when\r\nThis age ...	https://genius.com/Logic-welcome-to-forever-ly...
1864	Logic	]\r\nI'm gon' praise Him, praise Him 'til I'm ...	https://genius.com/Logic-wassup-lyrics
1865	Logic	My druggy, when I'm ugly, hug me\r\nWhen I'm b...	https://genius.com/Logic-dead-presidents-iii-l...
1866	Logic	Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain\...	https://genius.com/Logic-and-ragnbone-man-brok...
1867	Logic	They was talkin', "Woo, this woo wap da bam"\r...	https://genius.com/Logic-mama-show-love-lyrics
1868	Logic	We gon' get it poppin', we gon' get it jukin'\...	https://genius.com/Logic-upgrade-lyrics
1869	Logic	Music is all we got\r\nMusic is all we got\r\n...	https://genius.com/Logic-numbers-lyrics
1870	Logic	Soulo ho-ho twerk somethin' \r\nThrow it back ...	https://genius.com/Logic-confess-lyrics
1871	Logic	All night, I been drinking all night\r\nI been...	https://genius.com/Logic-iconic-lyrics
1872	Logic	You ready, big fella?	https://genius.com/Logic-no-pressure-lyrics
1873	Logic	]\r\nEven better than I was, even better than ...	https://genius.com/Logic-nasty-lyrics
1874	Logic	Nice to see you, Father New Year\r\nMiddle fin...	https://genius.com/Logic-inception-lyrics
1875	Logic	May the Lord give your journey mercy\r\nMay yo...	https://genius.com/Logic-soul-food-ii-lyrics
1876	Logic	Well at least, like you know, that's what they...	https://genius.com/Logic-clickbait-lyrics
1877	Logic	Why toss my filter when she saving my life?\r\...	https://genius.com/Logic-roll-call-lyrics
1878	Logic	Oh, all my days\r\nI prayed and prayed\r\nAnd ...	https://genius.com/Logic-now-lyrics
1879	Logic	I was lost in the jungle like Simba after the ...	https://genius.com/Logic-everybody-dies-lyrics
1880	Logic	I don't have time to finesse\r\nI put some ice...	https://genius.com/Logic-the-spotlight-lyrics
1881	Logic	Suck my motherfucking dick\r\nIt's the young R...	https://genius.com/Logic-the-jam-lyrics
1882	Logic	Am I the only one who really care about cover ...	https://genius.com/Logic-dear-god-lyrics
1883	Logic	Fuck you, oh-oh\r\nFuck you, fuck you\r\nFu-u-...	https://genius.com/Logic-break-it-down-lyrics
1884	Logic	I burned too many brain cells down\r\nTo be wo...	https://genius.com/Logic-lost-in-translation-l...
1885	Logic	Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah\r\nYeah, yeah, yeah, ye...	https://genius.com/Logic-deeper-than-money-lyrics
1886	Logic	It's alright, and it's okay\r\nAnd we're all g...	https://genius.com/Logic-open-mic-aquarius-iii...
1887	Logic	Let's land in the land where the Famo stay\r\n...	https://genius.com/Logic-slave-lyrics
1888	Logic	Remember Jeepers and Odyssey Fun World?\r\nYou...	https://genius.com/Logic-do-ya-like-lyrics
1889	Logic	Fannin' the fire, hands is up higher\r\nCannot...	https://genius.com/Logic-mind-of-logic-lyrics
1890	Chance the Rapper	Yep, igh, igh, igh\r\nI got suspended, ooh, yo...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-cocoa-but...
1891	Chance the Rapper	Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh-uh\r\nIn what you be in what ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-no-proble...
1892	Chance the Rapper	There's a way, out of no way\r\nSwear I know e...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-favorite-...
1893	Chance the Rapper	Back then, I was broke, I can buy it now \r\nG...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-pusha-man...
1894	Chance the Rapper	I believe in long distance love, God that's ab...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-juice-lyrics
1895	Chance the Rapper	Do you remember how when you were younger\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-same-drug...
1896	Chance the Rapper	I'm like oh my God, shawty tender like a strip...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-blessings...
1897	Chance the Rapper	Get up off that bed, big fella\r\nYou a grown ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-lost-lyrics
1898	Chance the Rapper	I hate to lose, I hate to try, I hate to win\r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-acid-rain...
1899	Chance the Rapper	We can't be out here pleasin' everybody \r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-angels-ly...
1900	Chance the Rapper	Yeah\r\nMy baby mama went celibate\r\nLies on ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-juke-jam-...
1901	Chance the Rapper	Ice, melting in my chain\r\nPretty as my hair\...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-all-we-go...
1902	Chance the Rapper	Synagogue and bottle caps\r\nA body in the und...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-smoke-aga...
1903	Chance the Rapper	Come on in this house, cause it's gonna rain\r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-all-night...
1904	Chance the Rapper	It's possible\r\nIt's possible\r\n(\r\nVous al...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-blessings...
1905	Chance the Rapper	Said it's been a long time, long time now, now...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-good-ass-...
1906	Chance the Rapper	Well-known all across the globe\r\nFor my play...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-everybody...
1907	Chance the Rapper	Oh my god, think it's the greatest day of my l...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-summer-fr...
1908	Chance the Rapper	Uh, this is for sand in my shoes, shout out to...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-hot-showe...
1909	Chance the Rapper	We can be , eternal \r\nWe can be , eternal \r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-chain-smo...
1910	Chance the Rapper	Now these the first world problems that niggas...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-finish-li...
1911	Chance the Rapper	You are very special\r\nYou're special, too\r\...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-how-great...
1912	Chance the Rapper	Chance The Rapper\r\n10 Day\r\nStupid ass stud...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-smoke-bre...
1913	Chance the Rapper	I swear my story just like big fish\r\nI've se...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-nana-lyrics
1914	Chance the Rapper	In the real world, these just people with idea...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-mixtape-l...
1915	Chance the Rapper	It’s just me and la cucaracha tonight\r\nCold ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-i-might-n...
1916	Chance the Rapper	Roosters calling in the distance\r\nIt was all...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-everythin...
1917	Chance the Rapper	Nigga, fuck you tahm 'bout? Fuck you tahm 'bou...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-brain-cel...
1918	Chance the Rapper	22 Offs\r\nI'm off the nog, I'm off the Loko\r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-interlude...
1919	Chance the Rapper	Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala, Wala...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-prom-nigh...
1920	Chance the Rapper	Tonight it's your birthday\r\nLet's blow out a...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-family-ly...
1921	Chance the Rapper	I'm back up in this bitch \r\nI'm back up in t...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-nostalgia...
1922	Chance the Rapper	She working that thang, she know she got it\r\...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-somewhere...
1923	Chance the Rapper	Got it locked, I got lots of keys\r\nFuck nigg...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-14400-min...
1924	Chance the Rapper	7 PM thoughts in my home\r\nWho to put in my w...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-hey-ma-ly...
1925	Chance the Rapper	I wonder if Gladys smiles when angels bring my...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-65th-and-...
1926	Chance the Rapper	Around the world, people tend to lend advice\r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-slide-aro...
1927	Chance the Rapper	Who's that in the back of the back?\r\nYou des...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-work-out-...
1928	Chance the Rapper	Love me forever, that's all I ask of you\r\nLo...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-do-you-re...
1929	Chance the Rapper	Listen to your heart\r\nListen to the beat\r\n...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-groceries...
1930	Chance the Rapper	Heeeee\r\nBoat, Chance\r\nBoat, Chance\r\nBoa...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-grown-ass...
1931	Chance the Rapper	I count my blessings too often\r\nMy best frie...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-no-better...
1932	Chance the Rapper	I know I gotta get this money 'til my dyin' so...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-all-day-l...
1933	Chance the Rapper	Don't hyperventilate\r\nKeep the lyric cool li...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-we-go-hig...
1934	Chance the Rapper	I'ma do my own thing\r\nI'm finna buy a ringto...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-xxl-fresh...
1935	Chance the Rapper	More, more\r\nNo, don't club him \r\nDon't tex...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-israel-sp...
1936	Chance the Rapper	Yolo nigga, yolo everything\r\nYolo car, yolo ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-sunday-ca...
1937	Chance the Rapper	In this part of my life, I'm growing up and I-...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-zanies-an...
1938	Chance the Rapper	I know you scared\r\nYou should ask us if we s...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-long-time...
1939	Chance the Rapper	Thought I didn't know you\r\nYou thought I did...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-handsome-...
1940	Chance the Rapper	Yooooo Yooooo Yoooo\r\nWill we continue on\r\n...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-the-big-d...
1941	Chance the Rapper	Steady hold\r\nI've grown weary and old\r\nWe'...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-windows-l...
1942	Chance the Rapper	You are my fire \r\nThe one desire \r\nBelieve...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-eternal-l...
1943	Chance the Rapper	My heart and tongue are fighting, my mind is u...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-first-wor...
1944	Chance the Rapper	Dear Theodosia, what to say to you?\r\nYou hav...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-dram-sing...
1945	Chance the Rapper	Look that way, nigga\r\nPussy  ass nigga\r\nYo...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-u-got-me-...
1946	Chance the Rapper	Thanks for filming this\r\nI wrote this for yo...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-big-fish-...
1947	Chance the Rapper	[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, &\r\nYoung ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-missing-y...
1948	Chance the Rapper	How'd it get so scandalous?\r\nOh, how'd it ge...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-i-am-very...
1949	Chance the Rapper	What?\r\nDon't be mad 'cause I'm doing me bett...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-roo-lyrics
1950	Chance the Rapper	Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-fuck-you-...
1951	Chance the Rapper	I wanted you to know\r\nThat I am ready to go,...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-22-offs-l...
1952	Chance the Rapper	Alright, Gambino is a mastermind, fuck a bitch...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-wala-cam-...
1953	Chance the Rapper	I'm in love when we are smokin' that\r\nOh my ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-ballin-fl...
1954	Chance the Rapper	Told me I was shit, but that shit couldn't sto...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-home-stud...
1955	Chance the Rapper	And now that it's over, I'll never be sober\r\...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-juke-juke...
1956	Chance the Rapper	Getting next level in a hotel\r\nAin't shit th...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-thotty-ly...
1957	Chance the Rapper	Fire! Fire! Goddamn\r\n Goddamn! Goddamn!\r\...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-sun-come-...
1958	Chance the Rapper	I know\r\nOh, I know you know my pain\r\nI'm h...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-long-time...
1959	Chance the Rapper	Yo, bro, man, check out that video I just sent...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-i-got-you...
1960	Chance the Rapper	You're here now\r\nYou have to help me\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-5-year-pl...
1961	Chance the Rapper	Back in the real world we don't go to the same...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-the-man-w...
1962	Chance the Rapper	Baby, you're the baddest\r\nBaby, you're the b...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-wonderful...
1963	Chance the Rapper	Just hold me close, my darling\r\nJust hold me...	https://genius.com/Lil-yachty-and-chance-the-r...
1964	Chance the Rapper	Runnin this thang, money insane\r\nBusy gettin...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-blessings...
1965	Chance the Rapper	So fly\r\nGirl, you know you're so fly, so fly...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-get-a-bag...
1966	Chance the Rapper	I never worry 'bout it\r\nI have my nigga coun...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-lets-go-o...
1967	Chance the Rapper	Oh, we gon' have a party\r\nAll my friends wil...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-my-own-th...
1968	Chance the Rapper	The Boy walks into the kitchen. It's a big kit...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-found-a-g...
1969	Chance the Rapper	You know\r\n You know\r\nMama, you are with t...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-yolo-dj-a...
1970	Chance the Rapper	I really wanna do her right and it doesn’t mat...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-family-ma...
1971	Chance the Rapper	I've been grindin' my whole life	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-paranoia-...
1972	Chance the Rapper	Uh\r\nSomeone made a mess in my account \r\nSo...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-town-on-t...
1973	Chance the Rapper	Bathroom DVR, that’s unnecessary \r\nPushin' i...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-semi-deta...
1974	Chance the Rapper	We can go together, it doesn't really matter\r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-i-was-a-r...
1975	Chance the Rapper	[Outro: Beldina Malaika,\r\nChildish Gambino\r...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-and-backs...
1976	Chance the Rapper	What it do, bitch?\r\nWhy these other rappers...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-the-heart...
1977	Chance the Rapper	Turn on the lights in here, baby\r\nExtra brig...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-and-franc...
1978	Chance the Rapper	I watch 'em all pass by the moon and stars\r\n...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-photo-ops...
1979	Chance the Rapper	It's alright, it's okay\r\nIt's alright, it's ...	https://genius.com/Chance-the-rapper-chance-th...
1980	Childish Gambino	Don't go, don't go\r\nDon't go,\r\ndon't go-ooo	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-this-is-am...
1981	Childish Gambino	Now when they see us on the streets\r\nAll the...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-redbone-ly...
1982	Childish Gambino	Pickin' out my fro with my fist comb\r\nI got ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-v-3005-lyrics
1983	Childish Gambino	Oh, I want it, yeah\r\nWhenever you need my ha...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-iv-sweatpa...
1984	Childish Gambino	Nobody really wants you\r\nNobody really wants...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-bonfire-ly...
1985	Childish Gambino	Oh, eh, oh\r\nLost all of our woe\r\nWe lost a...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-heartbeat-...
1986	Childish Gambino	I don’t wanna be alone, I don’t wanna be alone...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-freaks-and...
1987	Childish Gambino	No, no, no, no, no, no, no, please\r\nOoh-oh, ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-iii-telegr...
1988	Childish Gambino	My new girl so pretty that the world shine\r\n...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-i-the-wors...
1989	Childish Gambino	But don't pay for the privilege\r\nNow you bro...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-me-and-you...
1990	Childish Gambino	All my friends are telling me, oh\r\nYou need ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-you-see-me...
1991	Childish Gambino	There's a world we can visit if we go outside\...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-sober-lyrics
1992	Childish Gambino	Little hands, little feet\r\nTiny heart, tiny ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-ii-zealots...
1993	Childish Gambino	I guess this ending's the best for me\r\nBut I...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-i-crawl-ly...
1994	Childish Gambino	I want the lights turned on\r\nShow me how you...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-feels-like...
1995	Childish Gambino	It's just childish\r\nIt's just childish\r\nIt...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-ii-worldst...
1996	Childish Gambino	Everybody , move your body, now do it \r\nHere...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-iii-life-t...
1997	Childish Gambino	FAM\r\nI don't have a girl here. It might be\r...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-that-power...
1998	Childish Gambino	Oh!\r\nGive me a moment, oh, oh, oh\r\nWhen th...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-les-lyrics
1999	Childish Gambino	We're coming out to get you\r\nWe're all so gl...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-i-flight-o...
2000	Childish Gambino	It's your summertime\r\nIt's your summertime m...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-ii-shadows...
2001	Childish Gambino	It's in the air and it's all around\r\nToo hig...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-backpacker...
2002	Childish Gambino	One love, the thing that hasn't changed\r\nMy ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-ii-earth-t...
2003	Childish Gambino	We are very rare\r\n10% of a foster home\r\ntr...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-i-pink-toe...
2004	Childish Gambino	There's somethin' inside you\r\nIt's hard to e...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-i-the-part...
2005	Childish Gambino	Runnin' through the moment as the sun goes dow...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-because-th...
2006	Childish Gambino	You're the only girl that I have ever wanted\r...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-do-ya-like...
2007	Childish Gambino	Have a word for your brother\r\nHave some time...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-all-the-sh...
2008	Childish Gambino	This on some old Atlanta shit. But I like it c...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-rosenberg-...
2009	Childish Gambino	What kind of love just stays the same?\r\nWhat...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-1238-lyrics
2010	Childish Gambino	Somebody tell they people what the fuck is up\...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-unnecessar...
2011	Childish Gambino	Like this, like this, no\r\nAlways be like thi...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-retro-roug...
2012	Childish Gambino	With a gun in your hand\r\nI'm the boogieman\r...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-not-going-...
2013	Childish Gambino	Running out of time\r\nWe're running\r\nRunnin...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-sunrise-ly...
2014	Childish Gambino	Centrifugal force pulling me off-course, in a ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-break-all-...
2015	Childish Gambino	Ba-b-ba-b-ba-ba\r\nDuh-d-duh-duh-d-duh\r\nDuh-...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-iii-urn-ly...
2016	Childish Gambino	To be beautiful is to be hunted\r\nI can't cha...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-kids-keep-...
2017	Childish Gambino	Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get' em\r...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-ii-no-exit...
2018	Childish Gambino	Thank you \r\n'Cause I love you, mmh, mmh\r\nI...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-fire-fly-l...
2019	Childish Gambino	The label doesn't want me to release in Decemb...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-we-aint-th...
2020	Childish Gambino	Uoy ssim I\r\nUoy tuohtiw ereh m'I yhw wonk t'...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-hold-you-d...
2021	Childish Gambino	Uoy ssim I\r\nUoy tuohtiw ereh m'I yhw wonk t'...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-the-longes...
2022	Childish Gambino	Ay, nigga, black faces\r\nBlack faces\r\nThat'...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-centipede-...
2023	Childish Gambino	Digital, Childish Gambino\r\nMixtape demonstra...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-be-alone-l...
2024	Childish Gambino	Top down, let 'em see a king\r\nEast side, Eas...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-terrified-...
2025	Childish Gambino	Put, put it in my video\r\nPut, put, put, put ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-yaphet-kot...
2026	Childish Gambino	I do not talk, I am just a rapper\r\nSick boi ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-california...
2027	Childish Gambino	Slide, baby, I'm gonna let it go\r\nNo one has...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-pop-thieve...
2028	Childish Gambino	Yea, we party ‘til the sun up\r\nYou ain’t lik...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-outside-ly...
2029	Childish Gambino	When you looking at the devil\r\nBut you looki...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-baby-boy-l...
2030	Childish Gambino	No matter what you say or what you do\r\nWhen ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-late-night...
2031	Childish Gambino	Yeah, we in here, we in this thing\r\nGambino ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-lights-tur...
2032	Childish Gambino	One slug couldn't snuff young cuz\r\nGoodness ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-rolling-in...
2033	Childish Gambino	I got love... I got love...\r\nI got love... I...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-algorhythm...
2034	Childish Gambino	Music and me\r\nMusic and me\r\nMusic and me\r...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-clapping-f...
2035	Childish Gambino	All you pimp playin' hustlers, now ya know\r\n...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-stand-tall...
2036	Childish Gambino	I know, you came to have a fuckin' party\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-zombies-ly...
2037	Childish Gambino	Ring or no ring\r\nA ho gon' be a ho\r\nWhile ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-summertime...
2038	Childish Gambino	Everyday, the 4-5 stays on deck for whoever\r\...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-toxic-lyrics
2039	Childish Gambino	You make me go crazy baby\r\nWhen I see a sexy...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-shoulda-kn...
2040	Childish Gambino	Will the hardest man please stand, the homie s...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-u-dont-hav...
2041	Childish Gambino	Why did my homie have to die? With tears in my...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-rip-lyrics
2042	Childish Gambino	When your days get lonely \r\nWhen your nights...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-my-shine-l...
2043	Childish Gambino	Will I be left alone, all alone, on my own\r\n...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-letter-hom...
2044	Childish Gambino	A gangsta's born every day \r\nSo make sure th...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-have-some-...
2045	Childish Gambino	Me and my homies loc\r\nYou know we kick it li...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-dream-sout...
2046	Childish Gambino	Here's to my family\r\nHere's to the ones I re...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-what-kind-...
2047	Childish Gambino	I pledge allegiance\r\nTo all my homies who ma...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-they-dont-...
2048	Childish Gambino	All you pimp playin' hustlers, now ya know\r\n...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-the-palisa...
2049	Childish Gambino	One more day, one more\r\nOne more day\r\nOne ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-boogieman-...
2050	Childish Gambino	Hangin' out with my homies\r\nAnd I'm feelin' ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-time-lyrics
2051	Childish Gambino	That's what G Funk means to me\r\nIt's alright...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-silk-pillo...
2052	Childish Gambino	Just another day\r\nJust another day\r\nJust a...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-candler-ro...
2053	Childish Gambino	Because I got a girl, don't mean we can't tal...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-1910-lyrics
2054	Childish Gambino	What're ya gonna do?\r\nWhen the trials come\r...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-eat-your-v...
2055	Childish Gambino	She's strange and I like it\r\nGirl when your ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-2419-lyrics
2056	Childish Gambino	Listen, I'm in the club, nowhere I ain't even ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-open-lette...
2057	Childish Gambino	It seems like only yesterday\r\nI first met yo...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-3531-lyrics
2058	Childish Gambino	For chucktailors and Converse\r\nC'mere let's...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-dial-up-ly...
2059	Childish Gambino	All the ladies who like sex like I do\r\nCome ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-black-face...
2060	Childish Gambino	I'm never gonna try to find\r\nAnother I'm jus...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-american-r...
2061	Childish Gambino	I'll bring the bag of weed\r\nYou can bring th...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-move-that-...
2062	Childish Gambino	There she goes\r\nThe kind of girl that I want...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-put-it-in-...
2063	Childish Gambino	Don't you wanna come with me to Dogg Pound Gan...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-bitch-look...
2064	Childish Gambino	If this were my world, my world\r\nIf this wer...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-death-by-n...
2065	Childish Gambino	Now life for me, life for me\r\nLivin on the s...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-one-up-lyrics
2066	Childish Gambino	Tell me have you ever heard G-Funk?\r\nTell me...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-5349-lyrics
2067	Childish Gambino	I can't hold back I feel like something's goin...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-secret-tra...
2068	Childish Gambino	You know what's wrong\r\nYou, need to take you...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-the-night-...
2069	Childish Gambino	Did it all, the love\r\nDid it all, the dolla ...	https://genius.com/Childish-gambino-real-estat...
2070	Nate Dogg	Love, puppy love\r\nPuppy love, call it what y...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-shake-that-remix-...
2071	Nate Dogg	Woah ohh oh oh\r\nWoah ohh oh oh\r\nWoah ohh o...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-got-love-lyrics
2072	Nate Dogg	People, where are you going?\r\nPeople, where ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-music-and-me-lyrics
2073	Nate Dogg	: Nate Dogg]\r\nBe Thankfuuuuul \r\nBe Thankfu...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-nobody-does-it-be...
2074	Nate Dogg	I need me a bitch, with some big old thighs\r\...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-get-up-lyrics
2075	Nate Dogg	Almost in love\r\nAlmost in love\r\nAlmost in ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-your-wife-lyrics
2076	Nate Dogg	Yo, yo, yo\r\nPass you cowards, classical rap ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-these-days-lyrics
2077	Nate Dogg	I think she's tryin' to hide it\r\nI know she'...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-sexy-girl-lyrics
2078	Nate Dogg	I don't wanna hurt no more\r\nI don't wanna hu...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-hardest-man-in-to...
2079	Nate Dogg	{Ludacris}\r\n9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4\r\nShout out...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-why-lyrics
2080	Nate Dogg	I'll bring the bag of weed\r\nYou can bring th...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-backdoor-lyrics
2081	Nate Dogg	See as I say it, something about the power of ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-never-leave-me-al...
2082	Nate Dogg	Another sad story\r\nI only call when I'm horn...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-keep-it-gangsta-l...
2083	Nate Dogg	]\r\nI like that ass, so back it up \r\nIf the...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-me-and-my-homies-...
2084	Nate Dogg	Ey yo Nate, that bad girl ain't Platinum, she ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-no-matter-where-i...
2085	Nate Dogg	The game is to be sold, not told\r\nThe tattle...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-pledge-allegian...
2086	Nate Dogg	Round and round we go \r\nRound and round we g...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-nobody-does-it-be...
2087	Nate Dogg	All night	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-one-more-day-lyrics
2088	Nate Dogg	Guard:\r\nRight this way, ma'am. Lockdown's on...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-friends-lyrics
2089	Nate Dogg	Just in case you didn't know, I blow \r\nConst...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-g-funk-lyrics
2090	Nate Dogg	You know we do it just cause we can - just cau...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-just-another-day-...
2091	Nate Dogg	This is dedicated to the niggas that was\r\nre...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-because-i-got-a-g...
2092	Nate Dogg	I pledge allegiance, to all my homies\r\nWho m...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-first-we-pray-lyrics
2093	Nate Dogg	]\r\nThese days, you gotta be strapped\r\nI'm ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-shes-strange-lyrics
2094	Nate Dogg	Stone cold baby\r\nStone cold baby\r\nStone co...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-your-woman-has-ju...
2095	Nate Dogg	I ain't never gon' tell\r\nI won't tell your b...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-its-goin-down-ton...
2096	Nate Dogg	Ridin' in my car\r\nAnd I'm listenin' to the r...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-got-love-remix-...
2097	Nate Dogg	Right back where you are\r\nWhere you arrrrrre...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-ditty-dum-ditty-d...
2098	Nate Dogg	Bitch you said you love me, but you could neve...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-scared-of-love-ly...
2099	Nate Dogg	Niggas be talking shit like they got the gift\...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-bag-o-weed-lyrics
2100	Nate Dogg	Here's a story about a man\r\nAn everyday man\...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-there-she-goes-ly...
2101	Nate Dogg	Priest:\r\nHeavenly Father, I bow before you t...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-dogg-pound-gangst...
2102	Nate Dogg	Oh no, they call me Nate Dogg\r\nGame don't wa...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-my-world-lyrics
2103	Nate Dogg	I'm never gonna try to find\r\nAnother I'm jus...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-crazy-dangerous-l...
2104	Nate Dogg	I'm a real P-I-M-P\r\nAnd I love the way the l...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-my-money-lyrics
2105	Nate Dogg	Just you're beautiful face alone\r\nIt's what ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-leave-it-alone-ly...
2106	Nate Dogg	I got these freaky hoes\r\nClapping they hands...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-never-too-late-ly...
2107	Nate Dogg	It's 15 minutes to 5\r\nMatter of fact\r\nFour...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-dolla-dolla-bill-...
2108	Nate Dogg	This game right here is rough as fuck\r\nThese...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-cant-nobody-lyrics
2109	Nate Dogg	Yo, it don't matter where you from\r\nNot know...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-puppy-love-lyrics
2110	Nate Dogg	C'mon\r\nDance with me, baby girl\r\nDance wit...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-keep-it-coming-ly...
2111	Nate Dogg	]	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-where-are-you-goi...
2112	Nate Dogg	See me, man, I'm nothin' like you\r\nGot the k...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-be-thankful-lyrics
2113	Nate Dogg	You know the name of the crew\r\nYou know the ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-need-a-bitch-ly...
2114	Nate Dogg	Subscribe my channel.	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-concrete-streets-...
2115	Nate Dogg	There's a party going on \r\n'Til the break of...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-almost-in-love-ly...
2116	Nate Dogg	Got a legacy\r\nGot to make a top flight\r\nSh...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-good-life-lyrics
2117	Nate Dogg	I, pledge allegiance\r\nTo all my homies who m...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-hide-it-lyrics
2118	Nate Dogg	Right this way, ma'am. Lockdowns on the other ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-dont-wanna-hurt...
2119	Nate Dogg	Cash rules everything around me\r\nC.R.E.A.M.,...	https://genius.com/J-period-and-nate-dogg-area...
2120	Nate Dogg	First things first, man, you're fuckin' with t...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-bag-oweed-1821285...
2121	Nate Dogg	War of the masses, the outcome disastrous\r\nM...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-dirty-hoes-draws-...
2122	Nate Dogg	My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?!\r\...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-another-short-sto...
2123	Nate Dogg	The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\r\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\r\nM-E-...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-leave-her-alone-l...
2124	Nate Dogg	Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus!\r\nBring da mot...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-the-hard-way-lyrics
2125	Nate Dogg	Is he is he is he dead?\r\nYo, God, what's up...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-bad-girls-lyrics
2126	Nate Dogg	Ahh-hah! Yeah!\r\nRepresentin' Brooklyn, Queen...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-keep-it-real-lyrics
2127	Nate Dogg	Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigg...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-round-and-round-l...
2128	Nate Dogg	It's like this, I'ma start from the top\r\nIns...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-all-night-long-ly...
2129	Nate Dogg	Clan in da front, let your feet stomp\r\nNigga...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-intro-to-g-funk-c...
2130	Nate Dogg	After laughter comes tears	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-whos-playin-games...
2131	Nate Dogg	Yo, step to my groove, move like this\r\nWhen ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-gott-damn-shame-l...
2132	Nate Dogg	Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii\r...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-dedication-lyrics
2133	Nate Dogg	Check out my beaver, baby blue Glock in the sa...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-pledge-allegian...
2134	Nate Dogg	People say\r\nLove is just a energy\r\nDealing...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-these-days-ghetto...
2135	Nate Dogg	As we dwell through this concrete hell, callin...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-stone-cold-lyrics
2136	Nate Dogg	Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-next-boyfriend-ly...
2137	Nate Dogg	Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips\r\nBitch, I...	https://genius.com/J-period-and-nate-dogg-so-f...
2138	Nate Dogg	Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Ki...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-right-back-where-...
2139	Nate Dogg	I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-get-away-lyrics
2140	Nate Dogg	Forms circles like the rings of Saturn\r\nDust...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-got-game-lyrics
2141	Nate Dogg	Do you believe it's morning\r\nI'm alive\r\nBu...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-head-of-state-lyrics
2142	Nate Dogg	Yo let's go do what we got...\r\nWhat's up, yo...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-last-prayer-comm-...
2143	Nate Dogg	Shake them niggas\r\nScary hours no money out,...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-somebody-like-me-...
2144	Nate Dogg	Fuck y'all\r\nFuck is y'all niggas, Soul II So...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-scared-of-love-gh...
2145	Nate Dogg	Mind arson, my squadron surround the SoundGard...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-real-pimp-lyrics
2146	Nate Dogg	Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly\r\nWhat ...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-special-part-of-m...
2147	Nate Dogg	Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks, David Berkowitz...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-xxplosive-lyrics
2148	Nate Dogg	How dare you rebuild the Wu-Tang Clan against ...	https://genius.com/Suga-free-and-pimpin-young-...
2149	Nate Dogg	Keep watch, lights out when the beat drop\r\nK...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-gangsta-nation-ly...
2150	Nate Dogg	Yo	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-wake-up-lyrics
2151	Nate Dogg	Number two, Chao San Poi\r\nNumber two, Chao S...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-your-woman-has-ju...
2152	Nate Dogg	I have given it much thought\r\nIt seems, disa...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-freinds-featwarre...
2153	Nate Dogg	Stash the cream though\r\n, Iceatollah ice sty...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-boss-life-j-perio...
2154	Nate Dogg	The world won't get no better\r\nIf we just le...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-shake-that-remix-...
2155	Nate Dogg	Someone in the back went, "Clack, clack"\r\nMo...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-my-dog-change-eve...
2156	Nate Dogg	New York, New York\r\n, legendary rhyme boss\r...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-drank-anthem-lyrics
2157	Nate Dogg	Let the shot spark soon as his pit-bull barks\...	https://genius.com/Lil-nate-dogg-son-of-a-g-ly...
2158	Nate Dogg	Back in the game now, copped me some weight no...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-i-pledge-allegian...
2159	Nate Dogg	[Outro: Dom Pachino &\r\nsome woman\r\n]\r\nDo...	https://genius.com/Nate-dogg-intro-to-g-funk-l...
2160	Wu-Tang Clan	]\r\nProjects \r\nProjects \r\nProjects \r\nNe...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-cream-lyrics
2161	Wu-Tang Clan	Pass me the Black Velvet, embassy suite, killi...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-protect-ya-nec...
2162	Wu-Tang Clan	Suicidal, she been in more hotels than bibles\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-triumph-lyrics
2163	Wu-Tang Clan	Form better niggas, club night, no sparkles\r\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-da-mystery-of-...
2164	Wu-Tang Clan	We the first niggas that did that. I don't giv...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-method-man-lyrics
2165	Wu-Tang Clan	New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora\r\nFres...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-bring-da-rucku...
2166	Wu-Tang Clan	[Verse: Ghostface Killah, Raekwon,\r\nBoth\r\n...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-tang-7th-ch...
2167	Wu-Tang Clan	Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapon...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-tang-clan-a...
2168	Wu-Tang Clan	Hey yo, hey yo\r\nSendin' letters to trial, my...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-shame-on-a-nig...
2169	Wu-Tang Clan	Yo butter butter\r\n Protect Ya Neck baby\r\n...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-can-it-be-all-...
2170	Wu-Tang Clan	Approachin the final hour\r\nPower equality, A...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-clan-in-da-fro...
2171	Wu-Tang Clan	Ayo let my niggas live\r\nWe show and prove ge...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-tearz-lyrics
2172	Wu-Tang Clan	Girl you’ve got to know that you’ll always be ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-gravel-pit-lyrics
2173	Wu-Tang Clan	The sword it's the best weapon of all\r\nTwo s...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-reunited-lyrics
2174	Wu-Tang Clan	The joy the flowers bring me\r\nThe pain still...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-its-yourz-lyrics
2175	Wu-Tang Clan	What you gonna do when you grow up, and have t...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-people-say-lyrics
2176	Wu-Tang Clan	Wave ya gun, Killa \r\nShoot this nigga in his...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-a-better-tomor...
2177	Wu-Tang Clan	I've gone through life pretending\r\nThat time...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-tang-7th-ch...
2178	Wu-Tang Clan	No matter what the weather, we be getting our ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-protect-ya-nec...
2179	Wu-Tang Clan	]\r\nYo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-impossible-lyrics
2180	Wu-Tang Clan	Murder, bad boy, you block off\r\nMurder, rude...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-i-cant-go-to-s...
2181	Wu-Tang Clan	MC Conditioner, you could never say this boy's...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-ruckus-in-b-mi...
2182	Wu-Tang Clan	Hard days of work\r\nYou had a hard day at wor...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-back-in-the-ga...
2183	Wu-Tang Clan	We livin just enough\r\nJust enough\r\nJust en...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-killer-tape-sk...
2184	Wu-Tang Clan	You coulda come from Lebanon, or ya come from ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-cash-still-rul...
2185	Wu-Tang Clan	I miss my grandmother, my auntie and\r\nUnique...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-dog-shit-lyrics
2186	Wu-Tang Clan	]\r\nA good friend holds his drink\r\nBad comp...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-visionz-lyrics
2187	Wu-Tang Clan	*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-as-high-as-wu-...
2188	Wu-Tang Clan	God-Cipher-Love-Divine in math 79\r\nBright ye...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-bells-of-war-l...
2189	Wu-Tang Clan	We will fight till the night is done\r\nWe wil...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-duck-seazon-ly...
2190	Wu-Tang Clan	[Outro: Ann Peebles &\r\n"Flag of Iron"\r\n]\r...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-keep-watch-lyrics
2191	Wu-Tang Clan	Him speaketh in tongues into the hearts of all...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-for-heavens-sa...
2192	Wu-Tang Clan	I heard you ladies got them thang-thangs, do y...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-severe-punishm...
2193	Wu-Tang Clan	Unearthed\r\nby\r\n[\r\nProduced by Cilvaringz...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-revolution-...
2194	Wu-Tang Clan	If a miracle could save us from\r\nThe travest...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-hellz-wind-sta...
2195	Wu-Tang Clan	For cryin' out loud, my style is wild, so book...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-a-better-tomor...
2196	Wu-Tang Clan	That was great! Wonderful!\r\nTerrific duel! T...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-careful-click-...
2197	Wu-Tang Clan	Wanna go home and see my wife and kids\r\nWann...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-uzi-pinky-ring...
2198	Wu-Tang Clan	Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn\r\nR...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-older-gods-lyrics
2199	Wu-Tang Clan	We just touched down, Wu shuttle, private jet\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-back-in-the-ga...
2200	Wu-Tang Clan	Music makes me lose control\r\nThis is not jus...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-heaterz-lyrics
2201	Wu-Tang Clan	We keep it rugged\r\nWe keep it rough\r\nWe ke...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-the-projects-l...
2202	Wu-Tang Clan	I met her on the bus stop with black eyes\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-deadly-melody-...
2203	Wu-Tang Clan	16th Chamber, temple number five\r\nSomebody s...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-maria-lyrics
2204	Wu-Tang Clan	You can’t hack the tactics\r\nOf a semi-automa...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-pearl-harbor-l...
2205	Wu-Tang Clan	Just hold your own baby\r\nAnd just rock on ba...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-frozen-lyrics
2206	Wu-Tang Clan	Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-six-directions...
2207	Wu-Tang Clan	Hey ya! Hey ya! \r\nHey ya! Hey ya! \r\nHey ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-the-mgm-lyrics
2208	Wu-Tang Clan	"Look at the way he treats me"\r\nShit, look a...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-rivers-of-bloo...
2209	Wu-Tang Clan	Better come back down to Mars\r\nGirl, quit ch...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-rules-lyrics
2210	Wu-Tang Clan	Even the Sun goes down, heroes eventually die\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-conclusion-lyrics
2211	Wu-Tang Clan	Every day I sit while my nigga be in school\r\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-sunshower-lyrics
2212	Wu-Tang Clan	Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to b...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-let-my-niggas-...
2213	Wu-Tang Clan	And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-my-only-one-ly...
2214	Wu-Tang Clan	Yes! When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicio...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-hollow-bones-l...
2215	Wu-Tang Clan	It's just major right here, you know what I'm ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-the-heart-gent...
2216	Wu-Tang Clan	Me and you\r\nYour momma and your cousin, too\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-little-ghetto-...
2217	Wu-Tang Clan	It's like that now\r\nYou better go on and get...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-yall-been-warn...
2218	Wu-Tang Clan	I like the way you move\r\nI like the way you ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-life-changes-l...
2219	Wu-Tang Clan	Gangsta \r\nOoh \r\nGangsta \r\nOoh	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-ron-oneal-lyrics
2220	Wu-Tang Clan	I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty\r\nGon' rep...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-tang-foreve...
2221	Wu-Tang Clan	Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, so...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-in-the-hood-ly...
2222	Wu-Tang Clan	All the players came from far and wide\r\nWear...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-conditioner-ly...
2223	Wu-Tang Clan	I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia\r\nSai...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-enter-the-wu-t...
2224	Wu-Tang Clan	I hope that you're the one\r\nIf not, you are ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-black-shampoo-...
2225	Wu-Tang Clan	I must admit, they planted a lot of things\r\n...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-the-city-lyrics
2226	Wu-Tang Clan	You need to git up, git out and git something\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-one-blood-unde...
2227	Wu-Tang Clan	"Baby, did you hear that?" "Yeah, baby, I hear...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-tang-reunio...
2228	Wu-Tang Clan	Something's gotta change\r\nSounds of laughter...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-campfire-lyrics
2229	Wu-Tang Clan	It goes Broughams to the Fleetwoods\r\n,\r\nCo...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-redbull-lyrics
2230	Wu-Tang Clan	My faith in you\r\nMy faith in you\r\nMy faith...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-necklace-lyrics
2231	Wu-Tang Clan	She lives in my lap\r\nYou've got me open wide...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-felt-lyrics
2232	Wu-Tang Clan	Old school players to new school fools\r\n'Kas...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-40th-street-bl...
2233	Wu-Tang Clan	]\r\n*repeated harmonized chants of "synthesiz...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-iron-flag-lyrics
2234	Wu-Tang Clan	Yeah, first of all, yanamsayin', I wanna thank...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-jah-world-lyrics
2235	Wu-Tang Clan	Turn on the TV and everything is lookin' disma...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-do-you-really-...
2236	Wu-Tang Clan	Mamacita, papadonna\r\nMamacita, papadonna\r\n...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-once-upon-a-ti...
2237	Wu-Tang Clan	Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?\r\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-miracle-lyrics
2238	Wu-Tang Clan	Hootie Hoo, Big Boi's on my left, Andre's on m...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-protect-ya-nec...
2239	Wu-Tang Clan	Okay, like this, yes, yes\r\nOne time for my b...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-if-what-you-sa...
2240	Wu-Tang Clan	Happy Valentine's, Happy Valentine's\r\nHappy ...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-mistaken-ident...
2241	Wu-Tang Clan	Step up in my shoes, you crews sitting on True...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-diesel-lyrics
2242	Wu-Tang Clan	I do, love you but you hate me at the same tim...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-intro-shaolin-...
2243	Wu-Tang Clan	Hold on, I'm 'bout to call my girl\r\nMan, see...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-fast-shadow-ly...
2244	Wu-Tang Clan	Find a way to get out, a-without a hit out\r\n...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-hold-the-heate...
2245	Wu-Tang Clan	Think it is when it ain't all peaches and crea...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-preachers-daug...
2246	Wu-Tang Clan	Ain't no thang but a chicken wang\r\nWe's havi...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-16th-chamber-l...
2247	Wu-Tang Clan	The circumcision has already begun\r\nDesensit...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-semi-automatic...
2248	Wu-Tang Clan	I'm wild, just like a rock, a stone, a tree\r\...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-wu-wear-the-ga...
2249	Wu-Tang Clan	From the weave to the fake eyes\r\nTo the fake...	https://genius.com/Wu-tang-clan-crushed-egos-l...
2250	Outkast	Me and everything around me is unstable like C...	https://genius.com/Outkast-hey-ya-lyrics
2251	Outkast	Back on the scene, a sack of green sitting on ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-ms-jackson-lyrics
2252	Outkast	The truth hurts, but you can't be scared of it...	https://genius.com/Outkast-roses-lyrics
2253	Outkast	'Cause they know where you live\r\nAnd they've...	https://genius.com/Outkast-aquemini-lyrics
2254	Outkast	Nigga, you better dial 404-485, well bump all ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-atliens-lyrics
2255	Outkast	Nada de novo vem do sol\r\nTudo de novo vem do...	https://genius.com/Outkast-bob-lyrics
2256	Outkast	Power, power, I come, gimme some\r\nThe deadly...	https://genius.com/Outkast-so-fresh-so-clean-l...
2257	Outkast	Look at you, unbelievably, brilliant beautiful...	https://genius.com/Outkast-spottieottiedopalis...
2258	Outkast	Might as well have fun 'cause your happiness i...	https://genius.com/Outkast-rosa-parks-lyrics
2259	Outkast	Out of this world\r\nAre you alien?\r\nOut of ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-elevators-me-and-yo...
2260	Outkast	In the zone like Keyser Söze, always the Usual...	https://genius.com/Outkast-da-art-of-storytell...
2261	Outkast	Don't you be looking at me crazy like ya want ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-the-way-you-move-ly...
2262	Outkast	I don't want to move too fast, but\r\nCan't re...	https://genius.com/Outkast-return-of-the-g-lyrics
2263	Outkast	There's only so much time left in this crazy w...	https://genius.com/Outkast-slump-lyrics
2264	Outkast	The morning after...\r\nWhat time is it? 7:48!...	https://genius.com/Outkast-jazzy-belle-lyrics
2265	Outkast	Young Hov in the place to be \r\nBig Boi in th...	https://genius.com/Outkast-players-ball-lyrics
2266	Outkast	Age ain't nothin' but a number, nothin' but a ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-a-life-in-the-day-o...
2267	Outkast	Have you heard the news today?\r\nThey say a l...	https://genius.com/Outkast-prototype-lyrics
2268	Outkast	We just can't be amazed\r\nEven if you pull th...	https://genius.com/Outkast-liberation-lyrics
2269	Outkast	Be careful where you roam cause you might not ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-git-up-git-out-lyrics
2270	Outkast	Stank love\r\nStank love\r\nStank love\r\nStan...	https://genius.com/Outkast-da-art-of-storytell...
2271	Outkast	Behold\r\nA lady\r\nI see you standing on the ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-13th-floor-growing-...
2272	Outkast	If you smoke a dime, then I'll smoke a dime\r\...	https://genius.com/Outkast-two-dope-boyz-in-a-...
2273	Outkast	Music makes the world go 'round\r\nWhere it go...	https://genius.com/Outkast-babylon-lyrics
2274	Outkast	Hey, oh\r\nBa-do-ba, ba-do-ba\r\nHey, oh\r\nBa...	https://genius.com/Outkast-she-lives-in-my-lap...
2275	Outkast	Uh, who said good folks is not supposed to die...	https://genius.com/Outkast-skew-it-on-the-bar-...
2276	Outkast	No, I ain't never been pimped by the system\r\...	https://genius.com/Outkast-synthesizer-lyrics
2277	Outkast	Mighty-I-dee-I-dee-I \r\nOdee odee odee oooo \...	https://genius.com/Outkast-chonkyfire-lyrics
2278	Outkast	For richer or poorer\r\nThrough sickness and i...	https://genius.com/Outkast-the-whole-world-lyrics
2279	Outkast	Tomb after tomb, boom, boom after boom\r\nServ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-mamacita-lyrics
2280	Outkast	Oh, lord, how can it be so hard?\r\nTo put on ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-gasoline-dreams-lyrics
2281	Outkast	I hear voices in my head and they keep calling...	https://genius.com/Outkast-hootie-hoo-lyrics
2282	Outkast	It's like that now\r\nYou better go on and get...	https://genius.com/Outkast-wheelz-of-steel-lyrics
2283	Outkast	Shit man\r\nNigga gotta go on and god damn\r\n...	https://genius.com/Outkast-happy-valentines-da...
2284	Outkast	Yeah\r\nWhat can make a nigga wanna take anoth...	https://genius.com/Outkast-southernplayalistic...
2285	Outkast	Hold on, be strong\r\nHold on, be strong\r\nHo...	https://genius.com/Outkast-hollywood-divorce-l...
2286	Outkast	Tapes, CDs, Baby please, you make me want to s...	https://genius.com/Outkast-west-savannah-lyrics
2287	Outkast	Sometimes life can keep you down, with your fa...	https://genius.com/Outkast-ghettomusick-lyrics
2288	Outkast	Everybody needs a glass of water today\r\nTo c...	https://genius.com/Outkast-mainstream-lyrics
2289	Outkast	Some say Atlanta\r\nSome say New York\r\nSome ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-aint-no-thang-lyrics
2290	Outkast	God\r\nCome in, God\r\nGod, come in, God\r\nDa...	https://genius.com/Outkast-vibrate-lyrics
2291	Outkast	Ahhh, such sweet sound\r\nThe Fiddler on the F...	https://genius.com/Outkast-humble-mumble-lyrics
2292	Outkast	I awaken to sunlight\r\nThat's beyond bright; ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-we-luv-deez-hoez-ly...
2293	Outkast	Live, from the center of the Earth\r\nSeven li...	https://genius.com/Outkast-millennium-lyrics
2294	Outkast	Yeah, it's K-Axe, here to let y'all know\r\nAi...	https://genius.com/Outkast-gangsta-shit-lyrics
2295	Outkast	Let's kiss, not fight\r\nTry to do what's righ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-yall-scared-lyrics
2296	Outkast	Relax yourself, girl, please settle down \r\nR...	https://genius.com/Outkast-red-velvet-lyrics
2297	Outkast	All you Black folks, you must go\r\nAll you Me...	https://genius.com/Outkast-decatur-psalm-lyrics
2298	Outkast	: All]\r\nHere we go, yo, here we go, yo\r\nSo...	https://genius.com/Outkast-ill-call-b4-i-cum-l...
2299	Outkast	Can I kick it? \r\nCan I kick it? \r\nCan I ki...	https://genius.com/Outkast-you-may-die-intro-l...
2300	Outkast	NC, y'all check the rhyme y'all\r\nSC, y'all c...	https://genius.com/Outkast-ova-da-wudz-lyrics
2301	Outkast	Buggin' out, buggin' out,\r\nbuggin\r\n' out, ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-slum-beautiful-lyrics
2302	Outkast	Bonita Applebum, you gotta put me on\r\nBonita...	https://genius.com/Outkast-unhappy-lyrics
2303	Outkast	Hey yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it...	https://genius.com/Outkast-et-extraterrestrial...
2304	Outkast	Time to go left and not right\r\nGotta get it ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-wailin-lyrics
2305	Outkast	We on a world tour with Muhammad, my man\r\nGo...	https://genius.com/Outkast-snappin-and-trappin...
2306	Outkast	We gotta make moves\r\nNever, ever, ever could...	https://genius.com/Outkast-spread-lyrics
2307	Outkast	Dis generation, dis generation, dis generation...	https://genius.com/Outkast-crumblin-erb-lyrics
2308	Outkast	Hot sex on a platter\r\nHot sex on a platter\r...	https://genius.com/Outkast-where-are-my-pantie...
2309	Outkast	Don Juice, Don Juice, Don Juice\r\nPhife Dawg ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-flip-flop-rock-lyrics
2310	Outkast	Now you caught my heart for the evening \r\nKi...	https://genius.com/Outkast-pink-and-blue-lyrics
2311	Outkast	Kids, don't you know how all this shit is fan...	https://genius.com/Outkast-toilet-tisha-lyrics
2312	Outkast	The title MC means Master of Ceremony\r\nSome ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-xplosion-lyrics
2313	Outkast	Solid wall of sound, solid wall of sound\r\nSo...	https://genius.com/Outkast-spaghetti-junction-...
2314	Outkast	-gy\r\n1988 senior year at Garvey High\r\nWher...	https://genius.com/Outkast-stankonia-stanklove...
2315	Outkast	The sucka niggas, niggas niggas\r\nI throw the...	https://genius.com/Outkast-behold-a-lady-lyrics
2316	Outkast	They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya\r\nThey sold ya...	https://genius.com/Outkast-myintrotoletuknow-l...
2317	Outkast	Everybody runnin' when they see the storm's co...	https://genius.com/Outkast-morris-brown-lyrics
2318	Outkast	Ok, I am recognizing that the voice inside my ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-take-off-your-cool-...
2319	Outkast	I said I really dream in color now \r\nAnd eve...	https://genius.com/Outkast-in-due-time-lyrics
2320	Outkast	Craig is in the house \r\nPete Rock is in the ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-deep-lyrics
2321	Outkast	Help me, help me, help me, help me, help me, h...	https://genius.com/Outkast-mighty-o-lyrics
2322	Outkast	Hahaha, look at this motherfucker	https://genius.com/Outkast-draculas-wedding-ly...
2323	Outkast	Is this enough?\r\nIs this enough love that I ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-tomb-of-the-boom-ly...
2324	Outkast	I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills\r\nD...	https://genius.com/Outkast-bowtie-lyrics
2325	Outkast	Now baby bust it, if you wanna groove\r\nMe an...	https://genius.com/Outkast-call-of-da-wild-lyrics
2326	Outkast	[Verse: Q-Tip &\r\nAll\r\n]\r\nBabies babble o...	https://genius.com/Outkast-da-art-of-storytell...
2327	Outkast	They don’t make thugs of this caliber\r\n Who...	https://genius.com/Outkast-nathaniel-lyrics
2328	Outkast	Listen up money or should I say honey\r\nListe...	https://genius.com/Outkast--lyrics
2329	Outkast	Oh Tip, everything, you gonna be alright, man\...	https://genius.com/Outkast-hold-on-be-strong-l...
2330	Outkast	Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents in\r...	https://genius.com/Outkast-the-rooster-lyrics
2331	Outkast	I left my wallet in El Segundo\r\nI left my wa...	https://genius.com/Outkast-church-lyrics
2332	Outkast	Ooo, Jack White\r\nOoo, Jack White\r\nA celebr...	https://genius.com/Outkast-love-hater-lyrics
2333	Outkast	The night is on my mind\r\nThe sun’ll still sh...	https://genius.com/Outkast-the-love-below-intr...
2334	Outkast	And I wanna say peace to my man\r\nBob P\r\n, ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-god-interlude-lyrics
2335	Outkast	Of rap I'm a fan, I've seen a whole lot of slu...	https://genius.com/Outkast-good-day-good-sir-i...
2336	Outkast	It's like that man, it's like that \r\nIt's li...	https://genius.com/Outkast-reset-lyrics
2337	Outkast	La-la-la \r\nLa-la-la \r\nLa-la-la, smooth it ...	https://genius.com/Outkast-intro-lyrics
2338	Outkast	You on point, Tip?\r\nYo, once again, Phife\r\...	https://genius.com/Outkast-claimin-true-lyrics
2339	Outkast	Check it out, everybody — rhymes and mics\r\nB...	https://genius.com/Outkast-love-in-war-lyrics
2340	A Tribe Called Quest	I really know how it feels to be, stressed out...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-electr...
2341	A Tribe Called Quest	It's Extra P, and yo, Tip, I'm 'bout to set it...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-we-the...
2342	A Tribe Called Quest	Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy di...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-scenar...
2343	A Tribe Called Quest	You gotta do the hop, you move to the beat, yo...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-can-i-...
2344	A Tribe Called Quest	Keep bouncing	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-check-...
2345	A Tribe Called Quest	Please proceed with caution 'cause the lyricis...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-buggin...
2346	A Tribe Called Quest	Push it along, push it along\r\nPush it along,...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-bonita...
2347	A Tribe Called Quest	Everything is fair when you're livin' in the c...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-jazz-w...
2348	A Tribe Called Quest	People tend to think that a pager's foul\r\nWe...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-sp...
2349	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo, Phife, you need a condom?\r\nWord to God\r...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-award-...
2350	A Tribe Called Quest	I don't eat no ham n' eggs, cuz they're high i...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-excurs...
2351	A Tribe Called Quest	Keep it movin', yeah to the K.I.M\r\nKeep it m...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-conrad...
2352	A Tribe Called Quest	You know we gotta get a hold\r\nOver the illes...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-dis-ge...
2353	A Tribe Called Quest	[Intro:\r\nLaurel Dann\r\n]\r\nHello, this is ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-hot-se...
2354	A Tribe Called Quest	Alright, you guys wanna move the cars? C'mon. ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-do...
2355	A Tribe Called Quest	The beat is over and so is the night\r\nThe su...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-find-a...
2356	A Tribe Called Quest	As we start trudging\r\nMe and my brothers we ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-kids-l...
2357	A Tribe Called Quest	Propmaster—yeah?\r\nPlease listen to me—what?\...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-oh-my-...
2358	A Tribe Called Quest	With a rhythmic instinction to be able to trav...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-solid-...
2359	A Tribe Called Quest	To all my people 'cross state who sit back and...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-butter...
2360	A Tribe Called Quest	Can I kick it? \r\nCan I kick it? \r\nCan I ki...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-sucka-...
2361	A Tribe Called Quest	Phife:\r\nWe livin this cuz it's deep in our b...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-ki...
2362	A Tribe Called Quest	Fool: defined in Webster's\r\nOpen up the book...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-whatev...
2363	A Tribe Called Quest	You like it that, you like it that\r\nYou like...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-steve-...
2364	A Tribe Called Quest	I got the rhythm, you got the rhythm\r\nI got ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-melato...
2365	A Tribe Called Quest	We seein' life for what it is\r\n We get this...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-verses...
2366	A Tribe Called Quest	Dip dip dive, to the socialized\r\nIssued rhyt...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-8-mill...
2367	A Tribe Called Quest	Rain all day\r\nRain all day\r\nDon't you worr...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-movin-...
2368	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo, yo! I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-enough...
2369	A Tribe Called Quest	do it do it\r\n do it do it\r\n do it do i...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-mobius...
2370	A Tribe Called Quest	Word up\r\nI just wanna big up everybody for s...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-in...
2371	A Tribe Called Quest	And if you is a crook then you takin' it\r\n ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-what-l...
2372	A Tribe Called Quest	We do it all for the love y'all\r\nCheck it ou...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-black-...
2373	A Tribe Called Quest	We feelin' pressures in here\r\nYou know we fe...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-georgi...
2374	A Tribe Called Quest	Bonita Applebum \r\nBonita Applebum \r\nBonita...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-luck-o...
2375	A Tribe Called Quest	Just a lil somethin-somethin\r\nAbout the cats...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-lost-s...
2376	A Tribe Called Quest	We coming far far far\r\nBusta Rhymes is comin...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-show-b...
2377	A Tribe Called Quest	My pad and my pen (\r\nUh-uh, you didn't go th...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-i-left...
2378	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo! We want all y'all to know\r\nThat this is ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-ego-ly...
2379	A Tribe Called Quest	Me and you girl go against the world\r\nAgains...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-midnig...
2380	A Tribe Called Quest	[Chorus: Q-Tip, Phife Dawg,\r\nQ-Tip & Phife D...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-ch...
2381	A Tribe Called Quest	Live and direct, live and direct!\r\nYou know ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-vibes-...
2382	A Tribe Called Quest	With the bullshit bat\r\nC'mon everybody, let'...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-we-can...
2383	A Tribe Called Quest	We got the bump-da-bump-da-bump bump\r\nWe got...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-god-li...
2384	A Tribe Called Quest	Son, they shook\r\n'Cause ain't no such things...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-1nce-a...
2385	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo, yo, we livin' this 'til the day that we di...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-scenar...
2386	A Tribe Called Quest	Whose necks are gonna be first?\r\nThe project...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-stress...
2387	A Tribe Called Quest	A drug dealer's dream:\r\nStash C.R.E.A.M., ke...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-keep-i...
2388	A Tribe Called Quest	Criminal minds thirsty for recognition mission...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-rap-pr...
2389	A Tribe Called Quest	‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em fe...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-ho...
2390	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo, it's the real shit\r\nShit to make you fee...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-clap-y...
2391	A Tribe Called Quest	Back in the house once again\r\nLive the life,...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-lyrics...
2392	A Tribe Called Quest	I got my mind on a stick-up, now it's time to ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-push-i...
2393	A Tribe Called Quest	And it's the start of your ending\r\nAnd it's ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-everyt...
2394	A Tribe Called Quest	My little thug's sellin' drugs and he's strugg...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-skypag...
2395	A Tribe Called Quest	The temperature's rising, no there's nothing s...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-phony-...
2396	A Tribe Called Quest	I think the whole world's goin' insane\r\nI fi...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-ham-n-...
2397	A Tribe Called Quest	Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body\r\nS...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-keepin...
2398	A Tribe Called Quest	Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuc...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-get-a-...
2399	A Tribe Called Quest	Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo\r...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-midnig...
2400	A Tribe Called Quest	Oh, y'all niggas killers now—oh, word?\r\nCatc...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-jam-ly...
2401	A Tribe Called Quest	Living the high life, make your moves at night...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-after-...
2402	A Tribe Called Quest	Triple L, rollin' dice while I put you on\r\nT...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-footpr...
2403	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo, we got kids to raise and bills to pay\r\nE...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-pubic-...
2404	A Tribe Called Quest	So many things that I wanna do\r\nWanna kiss, ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-youthf...
2405	A Tribe Called Quest	Up in Queens, shit is for real, we abouts to g...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-motiva...
2406	A Tribe Called Quest	Nine-six, motherfucker\r\nThe Infamous	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-can-i-...
2407	A Tribe Called Quest	So therefore, say no more\r\nTo all my niggas:...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-word-p...
2408	A Tribe Called Quest	Yeah, QB \r\nMobb Deep, dola\r\nIt's going dow...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-descri...
2409	A Tribe Called Quest	Big Noyd\r\nHavoc \r\nBlack Ice \r\nQueensbrid...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-like-i...
2410	A Tribe Called Quest	Motherfucker, word up	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-rhythm...
2411	A Tribe Called Quest	C'mon, God, uh, you know what we gotta do, son...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-mind-p...
2412	A Tribe Called Quest	And that's how it go \r\nIn every show , don't...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-mr-muh...
2413	A Tribe Called Quest	'Cause it's the G.O.D. Father Pt. III\r\nQBC, ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-go-ahe...
2414	A Tribe Called Quest	Punk faggot \r\nBurn that ass like a book of m...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-steppi...
2415	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo, son, tell 'em about that bullshit they put...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-bustas...
2416	A Tribe Called Quest	I got to , but fuck that; never let a nigga ta...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-baby-p...
2417	A Tribe Called Quest	A.C.D. livin' \r\nMy ice niggas livin' \r\nThe...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-da-boo...
2418	A Tribe Called Quest	Word up, word up son, we gotta get this mother...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-lo...
2419	A Tribe Called Quest	Set it nigga, fuckin fake-ass motherfuckers\r\...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-the-pr...
2420	A Tribe Called Quest	Never prejudge, it be the humble that squeeze ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-bonita...
2421	A Tribe Called Quest	Ayo, the rottweiler\r\nChewin' chihuahua-ass n...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-crew-l...
2422	A Tribe Called Quest	Nah, you can never feel my pain, nigga\r\nCoul...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-one-tw...
2423	A Tribe Called Quest	Think about this are you with your hands on wh...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-pad-an...
2424	A Tribe Called Quest	Yo\r\nPussy will bring you in this motherfucke...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-rock-r...
2425	A Tribe Called Quest	Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?\r\nThat liqu...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-agains...
2426	A Tribe Called Quest	Now homie if I go to hell and you make it to t...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-hot-4-...
2427	A Tribe Called Quest	One time, son, you know we be the illest in th...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-his-na...
2428	A Tribe Called Quest	Yeah, I know you can't believe it \r\nWe still...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-start-...
2429	A Tribe Called Quest	To all you niggas, don't so confuse it\r\nThe ...	https://genius.com/A-tribe-called-quest-what-r...
2430	Mobb Deep	Hey! Go 'head and have a party if you want to\...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-shook-ones-part-i...
2431	Mobb Deep	As time goes by, an eye for an eye\r\nWe in th...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-survival-of-the-f...
2432	Mobb Deep	Kid, you don't know me, you don't wanna know m...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-hell-on-earth-fro...
2433	Mobb Deep	Yo, my crew in the front got it locked\r\nMy l...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-eye-for-a-eye-you...
2434	Mobb Deep	]\r\nWhy'd you have to raise me this way?\r\nY...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-shook-ones-part-i...
2435	Mobb Deep	Shorty don't front you better act like you're ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-quiet-storm-lyrics
2436	Mobb Deep	Man down \r\nWord up, on the strength of all t...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-quiet-storm-remix...
2437	Mobb Deep	Do our thing, hold it down, we got this, locki...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-drop-a-gem-on-em-...
2438	Mobb Deep	Yo, we the men for the operation\r\nYou know t...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-give-up-the-goods...
2439	Mobb Deep	Ayo, we bang like the Tunnel and jam like brok...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-the-start-of-your...
2440	Mobb Deep	Chorus:\r\nWe living this til the day that we ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-right-back-at-you...
2441	Mobb Deep	How you want it, bent, ski'd or straight blunt...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-temperatures-risi...
2442	Mobb Deep	Takin' you off here, say he gotta get got\r\nN...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-drink-away-the-pa...
2443	Mobb Deep	"Here I go again, whether I, win or lose"\r\n[...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-illumi...
2444	Mobb Deep	Fuck what niggas sayin', they ain't sayin' not...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-its-mine-lyrics
2445	Mobb Deep	Young niggas that blast for me, no religion\r\...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-trife-life-lyrics
2446	Mobb Deep	This time, vote like your whole world depended...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-keep-i...
2447	Mobb Deep	When I feel like gettin' bent\r\nI'mma drink a...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-up-north-trip-lyrics
2448	Mobb Deep	Skip To My Lou\r\nhad the crowd jumpin'\r\nToo...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-cradle-to-the-gra...
2449	Mobb Deep	Fuck brought ya ass around here\r\nLike you so...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-self-c...
2450	Mobb Deep	Dunn these niggas is actresses\r\nAnd they try...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-hey-luv-anything-...
2451	Mobb Deep	*Crowd protesting and gunfire*	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-quhectic-lyrics
2452	Mobb Deep	The H.N.I.C\r\nThe Head Nigga in Charge\r\nThe...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-still-shinin-lyrics
2453	Mobb Deep	For my G-pack niggas\r\nRight, right\r\nShooti...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-the-infamous-prel...
2454	Mobb Deep	Knowledge of equality of all people\r\nEven th...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-the-learning-burn...
2455	Mobb Deep	I see you got your spin, careful with that shi...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-party-over-lyrics
2456	Mobb Deep	350s, nine millis, extendo 47s\r\nThey want us...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-animal-instinct-l...
2457	Mobb Deep	I'm going out\r\nI'm going out\r\nI'm going out	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-apostles-warning-...
2458	Mobb Deep	This is about psychological warfare\r\nA speci...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-give-it-up-fast-l...
2459	Mobb Deep	x2\r\nCause in the long run we could be on so...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-god-pt-iii-lyrics
2460	Mobb Deep	No matter what you think\r\nA ho gonna be a ho...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-extortion-lyrics
2461	Mobb Deep	So keep movin, You better keep walkin\r\nThe n...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-just-step-prelude...
2462	Mobb Deep	It's Murda Muzak, niggas on my block relate to...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-get-away-lyrics
2463	Mobb Deep	Yeah! Hahaha...\r\nHollywood Hav, nigga\r\nRod...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-street-life-lyrics
2464	Mobb Deep	I understand that time is runnin' out\r\nYeah,...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-back-at-you-lyrics
2465	Mobb Deep	If youse a shooter then shoot nigga, I'm doin ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-genesi...
2466	Mobb Deep	]\r\nStop smilin', be still don't nothin' move...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-the-realest-lyrics
2467	Mobb Deep	Who would think anyone of us would cease to ex...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-bloodsport-lyrics
2468	Mobb Deep	You can never bag my bitch homie\r\nI know tha...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-you-ca...
2469	Mobb Deep	Pile raps inside my skull cap like a brick sta...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-where-ya-heart-at...
2470	Mobb Deep	AWWW, SHIT! \r\nYou gon' be alright!\r\nYo, so...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-more-trife-life-l...
2471	Mobb Deep	]\r\nSo what you rep dunn?\r\n(Iraq, where nig...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-got-it-twisted-ly...
2472	Mobb Deep	And I was still livin' it\r\nIt was all a drea...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-pearly-gates-lyrics
2473	Mobb Deep	[Chorus: DMC, Rev Run, &\r\nBoth\r\n]\r\nIt's ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-nighttime-vulture...
2474	Mobb Deep	Walk this way, talk this way\r\nWalk this way,...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-put-em-in-their-p...
2475	Mobb Deep	Tricks are for kids, he plays much gigs\r\nHe'...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-thug-muzik-lyrics
2476	Mobb Deep	What up, what up, what up?\r\nNow the Adidas I...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-have-a-party-lyrics
2477	Mobb Deep	You know it's like that, and that's the way it...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-eye-for-an-eye-19...
2478	Mobb Deep	Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-take-it-in-blood-...
2479	Mobb Deep	I'm D.M.C., in the place to be\r\nI go to St. ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-get-dealt-with-ly...
2480	Mobb Deep	Like we said before, we rock hardcore\r\nI'm D...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-streets-raised-me...
2481	Mobb Deep	Down with the king, the king down with the kin...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-hit-it-from-the-b...
2482	Mobb Deep	[Verse 3: Run, D.M.C.,\r\nRun & D.M.C.\r\n]\r\...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-man-down-lyrics
2483	Mobb Deep	Yo, I know you ain't talkin' to me \r\nMan, yo...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-hoodlum-lyrics
2484	Mobb Deep	You see, I want respect, if I'm correct\r\nThe...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-rare-species-modu...
2485	Mobb Deep	Hard times spreading just like the flu\r\nWatc...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-cant-get-enough-o...
2486	Mobb Deep	Jam Master Jay is the one in charge\r\nIt's up...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-survival-of-the-f...
2487	Mobb Deep	Whose house? \r\nRun’s house \r\nWhose house? ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-whats-ya-poison-l...
2488	Mobb Deep	[Chorus: Run, D.M.C.,\r\nRun & D.M.C.\r\n]\r\n...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-taking-you-off-he...
2489	Mobb Deep	“Mary, Mary!” Why ya buggin’?\r\n“Mary, Mary!”...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-win-or-lose-lyrics
2490	Mobb Deep	Well I'm the microphone master, super rhyme ma...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-say-something-lyrics
2491	Mobb Deep	[Hook: Run, DMC,\r\nRun-D.M.C.\r\n]\r\nYou tal...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-peer-pressure-lyrics
2492	Mobb Deep	I was born son of Byford, brother of Al\r\nBan...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-no-rel...
2493	Mobb Deep	Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb , dumb, dumb, dumb, dum...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-tyrann...
2494	Mobb Deep	Yeah, Yeah, Yeah\r\nI ink a deal with Adidas, ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-adrenaline-lyrics
2495	Mobb Deep	My beats were played and laid rhymes made\r\nJ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-cant-c...
2496	Mobb Deep	{*guitar solo*}\r\nAh with a voice like thunde...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-creep-lyrics
2497	Mobb Deep	The King of Rock, who?\r\nThat be my hobby and...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-allustrious-lyrics
2498	Mobb Deep	Ayo, Jay, yo, Jay\r\n, check this out\r\nI was...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-real-p...
2499	Mobb Deep	Microphone master, super rhyme maker\r\nI get ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-hnic-l...
2500	Mobb Deep	All cities of the world were renovated\r\nAnd ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-three-...
2501	Mobb Deep	Ha-have a, very merry merry, and hurry\r\nAnd ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-black-...
2502	Mobb Deep	..\r\n"This is the way.. the way.. the way.." ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-spirit...
2503	Mobb Deep	My rock is hard, you can't pull my card\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-mafuck...
2504	Mobb Deep	I won't fail, I won't flop\r\nStall or stutter...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-im-going-out-lyrics
2505	Mobb Deep	\tHowling haunting\r\n\tScaring screaming\r\n\...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-intro-...
2506	Mobb Deep	[\r\nBreak: D.M.C.\r\n]\r\nIs it, is it, is-is...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-in-the-long-run-l...
2507	Mobb Deep	A good job and lots of money might not be enou...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-let-a-ho-be-a-ho-...
2508	Mobb Deep	Never let a punk get away with murder\r\nGun s...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-crawlin-lyrics
2509	Mobb Deep	D.M.C., that's who I am\r\nI love to perform, ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-murda-muzik-lyrics
2510	Mobb Deep	Can you rock it like this? I-I can rock it lik...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-capital-p-capital...
2511	Mobb Deep	Sheer dynamite\r\nBut if you only knew the cre...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-mic-ro...
2512	Mobb Deep	Skaggs Nit'\r\nAiyyo I rolled up, in the spot ...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-you-a-shooter-lyrics
2513	Mobb Deep	Five plus five, equal to ten\r\nEverywhere I g...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-the-money-lyrics
2514	Mobb Deep	Sure shot...\r\nAnd this is the way...\r\nWe ...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-vetera...
2515	Mobb Deep	Chorus 2X\r\nTribe Called Quest, and you don't...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-pretty...
2516	Mobb Deep	.. musical interlude ..\r\n\tFunky lyrics that...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-power-...
2517	Mobb Deep	You know what I used to like? The way my man u...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-the-grave-prelude...
2518	Mobb Deep	Alright y'all, now that you understand\r\nMy m...	https://genius.com/Prodigy-of-mobb-deep-what-u...
2519	Mobb Deep	Say what? I will not stop, I will not quit\r\...	https://genius.com/Mobb-deep-all-a-dream-lyrics
2520	Run–D.M.C.	Check this out\r\nYou know its like that\r\nAn...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-its-tricky-lyrics
2521	Run–D.M.C.	Chorus	https://genius.com/Rundmc-walk-this-way-lyrics
2522	Run–D.M.C.	Run-D– Run-D– Run-D– Run-D– MC\r\nRun-D– Run-D...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-peter-piper-lyrics
2523	Run–D.M.C.	D, Joe, Jason, radio station\r\nSaw that, form...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-my-adidas-lyrics
2524	Run–D.M.C.	Two years ago a friend of mine\r\nAsked me to ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-its-like-that-lyrics
2525	Run–D.M.C.	Kick off the shoes\r\nKick off the shoes\r\nJu...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-christmas-in-hollis-...
2526	Run–D.M.C.	- to fade	https://genius.com/Rundmc-sucker-mcs-lyrics
2527	Run–D.M.C.	It's...\r\nIt's not funny!\r\nIt's not funny!\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-king-of-rock-lyrics
2528	Run–D.M.C.	Chorus\r\nWell as the mode explode ?? when I'...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-down-with-the-king-l...
2529	Run–D.M.C.	Suckers suckers suckers\r\nSuckers get flipped...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-rock-box-lyrics
2530	Run–D.M.C.	Yo Dee...do me a favor...Tell 'em Dee...\r\nNo...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-you-be-illin-lyrics
2531	Run–D.M.C.	One little, two little, three little indians!\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-raising-hell-lyrics
2532	Run–D.M.C.	These are the words that I wrote so I hope tha...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-hard-times-lyrics
2533	Run–D.M.C.	All I can say is about the story\r\nIs livin l...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-jam-master-jay-lyrics
2534	Run–D.M.C.	{*Jam Master Jay cuts "What's it all about?" s...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-runs-house-lyrics
2535	Run–D.M.C.	Mechanically inclined, and if you don't mind\r...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-proud-to-be-black-ly...
2536	Run–D.M.C.	Let, let, let, let	https://genius.com/Rundmc-mary-mary-lyrics
2537	Run–D.M.C.	Rappers poppin mad smack, about the King of Ra...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-here-we-go-live-at-t...
2538	Run–D.M.C.	(cuts:\r\n"going" .. "out, out out" .. "like t...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-you-talk-too-much-ly...
2539	Run–D.M.C.	This speech is my recital, I think it's very v...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-hit-it-run-lyrics
2540	Run–D.M.C.	Yo I'm flowin and showin rocks knots and shock...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-dumb-girl-lyrics
2541	Run–D.M.C.	{*guitar solo*}\r\nKings from Queens from Quee...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-unite-all-originals-...
2542	Run–D.M.C.	I, woke up this morning got ready to roll\r\nP...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-beats-to-the-rhyme-l...
2543	Run–D.M.C.	To me you mean the world\r\nNo matter what it ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-tougher-than-leather...
2544	Run–D.M.C.	This ain't The Cosby Show you know what it's l...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-the-kings-d-generati...
2545	Run–D.M.C.	Let's, let's..\r\nLet's begin to talk truth --...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-son-of-byford-lyrics
2546	Run–D.M.C.	You see, I.. want respect\r\n and if I'm corr...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-hollis-crew-krush-gr...
2547	Run–D.M.C.	Chorus\r\n{ad libs to last 25 seconds, music e...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-wake-up-lyrics
2548	Run–D.M.C.	Back from hell, now a nigga like D starts yell...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-christmas-is-lyrics
2549	Run–D.M.C.	{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -] scra...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-bounce-lyrics
2550	Run–D.M.C.	Chorus	https://genius.com/Rundmc-together-forever-kru...
2551	Run–D.M.C.	"ruff, ruff an' rugged we comin.."\r\nAh just ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-perfection-lyrics
2552	Run–D.M.C.	MISS ELAINE! WAS HER NAME!\r\nM_M_M_M_M_MISS ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-ghostbusters-lyrics
2553	Run–D.M.C.	Them girls	https://genius.com/Rundmc-is-it-live-lyrics
2554	Run–D.M.C.	Chorus One\r\nChorus Three: Run-D.M.C\r\nWe pu...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-30-days-lyrics
2555	Run–D.M.C.	{*Jam-Master Jay scratches*}\r\nIt's the movem...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-queens-day-lyrics
2556	Run–D.M.C.	We get open! We get open!\r\nWe get open! We g...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-ooh-whatcha-gonna-do...
2557	Run–D.M.C.	Yo...\r\nJam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C\r\nYou y'al...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-graffiti-rock-freest...
2558	Run–D.M.C.	- 4X	https://genius.com/Rundmc-can-you-rock-it-like...
2559	Run–D.M.C.	My rock is hard, you can't pull my card\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-youre-blind-lyrics
2560	Run–D.M.C.	Pray and we pray and we pray\r\nAnd we pray an...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-ay-papi-lyrics
2561	Run–D.M.C.	Gotta grind, gotta get mine\r\nIn the hood tha...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-roots-rap-reggae-lyrics
2562	Run–D.M.C.	Little thug from the Land, nigga, never ran\r\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-rock-the-house-lyrics
2563	Run–D.M.C.	It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone\r\nIt's the Thu...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-come-on-everybody-ly...
2564	Run–D.M.C.	[Hook: Bizzy Bone, Flesh-N-Bone &\r\nJewell\r\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-dont-stop-lyrics
2565	Run–D.M.C.	I see that things won't change\r\nI'm stuck in...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-its-over-lyrics
2566	Run–D.M.C.	Cleveland is the city where we come from so ru...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-pause-lyrics
2567	Run–D.M.C.	Mo' murder, mo' murder, come, come again\r\nMo...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-darryl-and-joe-krush...
2568	Run–D.M.C.	The weed can't get no better \r\nThe weed can'...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-its-like-that-origin...
2569	Run–D.M.C.	Now, come into my world and you can see that w...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-in-the-house-lyrics
2570	Run–D.M.C.	I feel so violent, violent fuckin' with that e...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-they-call-us-run-dmc...
2571	Run–D.M.C.	[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Bone,\r\nBoth\r\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-radio-station-lyrics
2572	Run–D.M.C.	Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector\r\nNeedin' ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-sucker-mcs-krush-gro...
2573	Run–D.M.C.	Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and La...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-jays-game-lyrics
2574	Run–D.M.C.	[\r\nMo! Hart\r\n]\r\nNuthin but them killas, ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-crown-royal-lyrics
2575	Run–D.M.C.	]\r\nIt's all about money, yeah\r\nI'mma get m...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-its-not-funny-lyrics
2576	Run–D.M.C.	If I could teach the world \r\nTo be a thug-n-...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-hit-em-hard-lyrics
2577	Run–D.M.C.	I'mma treat it like a race and I gotta win it\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-can-i-get-a-witness-...
2578	Run–D.M.C.	Bone crept and we came wit a gang bang\r\nTold...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-king-of-rock-live-fr...
2579	Run–D.M.C.	Now when you're fuckin' with me\r\nMake sure y...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-three-little-indians...
2580	Run–D.M.C.	Come and take a good look deep into these thug...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-the-ave-lyrics
2581	Run–D.M.C.	Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you s...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-take-the-money-and-r...
2582	Run–D.M.C.	Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun\r\nI sw...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-whats-it-all-about-l...
2583	Run–D.M.C.	Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves	https://genius.com/Rundmc-jam-masters-jammin-l...
2584	Run–D.M.C.	I flow when I go in flow mo\r\nI flow when ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-slow-and-low-demo-ly...
2585	Run–D.M.C.	One Day-layzie bone-1 min 42 sec\r\nI been on ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-can-i-get-it-yo-lyrics
2586	Run–D.M.C.	You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me f...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-im-not-going-out-lik...
2587	Run–D.M.C.	Them St. Clair thugs, we love\r\nWhen they pum...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-its-tricky-dj-fresh-...
2588	Run–D.M.C.	Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang\r\nBon...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-howd-ya-do-it-dee-ly...
2589	Run–D.M.C.	No surrender\r\nNo surrender\r\nNo surrender\r...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-lord-of-lyrics-demo-...
2590	Run–D.M.C.	Take, take me home\r\n'Cause I don't remember\...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-ragtime-lyrics
2591	Run–D.M.C.	Let the lil' man get a piece, fuck everybody\r...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-lets-stay-together-l...
2592	Run–D.M.C.	[Outro: Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone &\r\nKrayzie B...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-big-willie-lyrics
2593	Run–D.M.C.	And let's change the world, and let's change t...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-word-is-born-lyrics
2594	Run–D.M.C.	Pick up the phone the war is on so get your we...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-the-school-of-old-ly...
2595	Run–D.M.C.	Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off\r\n...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-me-myself-and-my-mic...
2596	Run–D.M.C.	Meanwhile swerve to the burbs\r\nMan he just a...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-papa-crazy-lyrics
2597	Run–D.M.C.	Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-back-from-hell-remix...
2598	Run–D.M.C.	I'm back\r\nStraight off the motherfucking str...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-back-from-hell-lyrics
2599	Run–D.M.C.	The hatin season ceasing agree nigga let this ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-party-time-lyrics
2600	Run–D.M.C.	This is my family, this is my family, my famil...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-faces-lyrics
2601	Run–D.M.C.	Bone come break 'em down\r\nTaking no shorts n...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-bob-your-head-lyrics
2602	Run–D.M.C.	She want that thuggish, ruggish, turnt up in t...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-miss-elaine-lyrics
2603	Run–D.M.C.	My nigga, just call it a raid\r\nPutting your ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-them-girls-lyrics
2604	Run–D.M.C.	This rap game terror\r\nMoney, murda mo, and a...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-3-in-the-head-lyrics
2605	Run–D.M.C.	Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mi...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-rock-box-b-boy-mix-l...
2606	Run–D.M.C.	Domm, doom, doom, doom, doom\r\nKilla\r\nMe ki...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-get-open-lyrics
2607	Run–D.M.C.	Ouija are you with me?\r\nMo' murder, mo' murd...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-sucker-mcs-live-lyrics
2608	Run–D.M.C.	It's an everyday thang when you let your nuts ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-ahhh-lyrics
2609	Run–D.M.C.	We're ready for war\r\nRidin with death\r\nWe ...	https://genius.com/Rundmc-together-forever-lyrics
2610	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Yeah man, we was out there in New York in Dece...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-tha-cr...
2611	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I claim my thang to slang\r\nThem bloody bodie...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-1st-of...
2612	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I flow when I go in flow mo’ \r\nI flow-flow w...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-thug-l...
2613	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	It's the devil's perpetuation, tryin to take m...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-thuggi...
2614	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	This is how we play\r\nEvery day it's the same...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-foe-th...
2615	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Well I'mma two timin ho, gave on this little G...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-i-trie...
2616	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Black nigga, killa killa killa killa\r\nBlack ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-east-1...
2617	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Ouija, are you with me?\r\nMo murda, mo murda,...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-mo-mur...
2618	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Let me hear you say make money, money\r\nMake ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-weed-s...
2619	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Me stalkin, chalkin up bloody victims\r\nRest,...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-days-o...
2620	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin' with t...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-ecstas...
2621	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	What I got to do for you not to forget\r\nWho ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-buddah...
2622	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	These niggas wanna erase me, 'cause they can't...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-mr-bil...
2623	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Playa hata , we know very well\r\nPlaya hata ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-down-7...
2624	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Fuck 'em, let the law end\r\n'Cause we simply ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-shotz-...
2625	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Momma told me watch yo' friends\r\nThey can be...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-resurr...
2626	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	"And if you don't love me now\r\nYou will neve...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-if-i-c...
2627	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Let me up in here and kill 'em\r\nFeel 'em nig...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-rebirt...
2628	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	So don't you worry bout a damn thang, a damn t...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-crept-...
2629	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I'm a let a nigga know\r\nYou know what I'm sa...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-body-r...
2630	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Uh, uh, Bow Wow! give her a lil bit\r\nWeezy g...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-crossr...
2631	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Intro:\r\nWhat, y'all thought I wasn't going t...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-look-i...
2632	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	It's always somethin' you got to give up \r\nI...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-eterna...
2633	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I am waiting for the righteous one\r\nEnlighte...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-creepi...
2634	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	It makes me erase my sunshine\r\nIt makes me e...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-flow-m...
2635	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	It's all because of brew\r\nI'm feelin fresh a...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-fastes...
2636	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Whom die they lie\r\nNo mo' mercy...\r\nWhom d...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-budsmo...
2637	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Aw yeah, I’ma hit 'em with the murda mo\r\nSee...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-da-int...
2638	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	\r\nWarriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-down-f...
2639	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Ain't nothin' changed, everyday\r\nAin't nothi...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-no-sur...
2640	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Cleveland St. Claire\r\nOutro: Bizzy \r\nWanna...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-home-l...
2641	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	2x\r\nIndeed if I fall. Every time I'm fallin...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-20th-y...
2642	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your m...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-more-t...
2643	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	High ever since that day, that day\r\nAfter I ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-change...
2644	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	When there's a problem I can't solve \r\nMy fa...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-hell-s...
2645	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	If I could teach the world to be\r\nA Thug in ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-land-o...
2646	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	We're from the family tree of old school hip-h...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-die-di...
2647	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I can't stand it, I know you planned it\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-shoot-...
2648	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	]\r\nNow here's a little story I've got to tel...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-intro-...
2649	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	[Verse 3: MCA, Mike D &\r\nAd Rock\r\n]\r\nBor...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-handle...
2650	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bo...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-family...
2651	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Yeah!\r\nKick it!\r\nYou wake up late for scho...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-no-sho...
2652	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...\r\nHo, ho, ho, ho, ho, h...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-everyt...
2653	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't sto...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-strict...
2654	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Girls – all I really want is girls\r\nAnd in t...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-bone-b...
2655	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	And I be working on my game\r\nBecause life is...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-clog-u...
2656	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Step up to the bar, put the girl down\r\nShe t...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-me-kil...
2657	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out\r\n...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-mr-oui...
2658	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Now, I rock a house party at the drop of a hat...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-everyd...
2659	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Most illingest b-boy, I got that feeling\r\n'C...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-ready-...
2660	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Ponce De Leon,\r\nconstantly on\r\nThe fountai...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-conspi...
2661	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Up on the roof, in my car, up all night\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-its-al...
2662	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Well, I might seem out there, just a little de...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-flowmo...
2663	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Hold it now,\r\nhit it\r\nYo, Leroy!\r\nBust t...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-see-me...
2664	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Hey ladies, get funky\r\nWhat's that?\r\nGood ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-its-al...
2665	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	[Verse 4 MCA, Mike D,\r\nAd Rock\r\n,\r\nAll,\...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-def-di...
2666	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	"Yo I don't hang out with those guys, man, I a...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-bnk-ly...
2667	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I stay up all night,\r\nI go to sleep watching...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-mr-oui...
2668	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	[Verse 3: Ad-Rock, Mike D,\r\nMCA\r\n]\r\nPass...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-money-...
2669	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Bob Marley was a prophet for the freedom fight...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-sleepw...
2670	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	She's crafty, she gets around\r\nShe's crafty,...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-battle...
2671	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Making like a DT, driving a Gran Fury\r\nWhere...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-meet-m...
2672	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	You're a fake wearin' sucker whose gold got ru...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-never-...
2673	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	They got a committee to get me off the block\r...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-u-aint...
2674	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	M.I.K.E. to the D\r\nYou come and see me and y...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-hatin-...
2675	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, gettin...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-let-th...
2676	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft, soft...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-how-ma...
2677	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Riding down the block with my box in my hand\r...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-wind-b...
2678	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	"You will do eight hops on the left, eight on ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-all-or...
2679	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	One, two, three, four\r\nOne, two, three, four...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-dont-w...
2680	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	And let it flow - let yourself go\r\nSlow and ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-intro-...
2681	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Hello Brooklyn!\r\nNew York, New York - it's a...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-7-sign...
2682	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Now I'm-a break it down to the brass tacks\r\n...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-lil-lo...
2683	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Me and Adam, Adam, and Mario C\r\nIn the studi...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-smokin...
2684	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	EZ Mike with the Disco Dave\r\nHe goes by the ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-cant-g...
2685	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	What?\r\nWhat, what\r\nFunky damn\r\nFunky Pam...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-the-ri...
2686	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Yeah...\r\nTo all the Brooklyn girls\r\nTo all...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-hard-t...
2687	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Good times gone and you missed them\r\nWhat's ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-bless-...
2688	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	He thrusts his fists against the post and stil...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-whom-d...
2689	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	It's 4am, I've got the Hasenpfeffer Ale\r\nI'v...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-show-e...
2690	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Shout out the South Bronx where my mom hails f...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-wastel...
2691	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Now me\r\nEveryday I'm riding to school\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-aint-n...
2692	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	You're like\r\nFoghorn Leghorn\r\n,\r\nYosemit...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-street...
2693	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I'm broader than Broadway, I was the project h...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-9mm-ly...
2694	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Cause I'm the fuckin' rhythm ace with the rhym...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-clevel...
2695	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Yo, Yauch what's up?\r\nMike D, what's up?\r\n...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-if-i-f...
2696	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	We're originators, you can't feign\r\nIgnoranc...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-2-gloc...
2697	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	Yeah that's right, ya'll\r\nYou know I got my ...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-as-we-...
2698	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	I ain't goin' no place\r\nMove? Me?!\r\nGive i...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-mo-thu...
2699	Bone Thugs-N-Harmony	One, two\r\nRight about now I'd like to dedica...	https://genius.com/Bone-thugs-n-harmony-young-...
2700	Beastie Boys	People how you doin', there's a new day dawni...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-intergalactic-...
2701	Beastie Boys	BBoys to the early morn\r\nBGirls be rockin' o...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-sabotage-lyrics
2702	Beastie Boys	Round-house kick the mic out your hand\r\nDrun...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-paul-revere-ly...
2703	Beastie Boys	Here's another one for y'all to peep\r\nIt's c...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-no-sleep-till-...
2704	Beastie Boys	The best in men's clothing\r\nCall Paul's Bout...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-so-whatcha-wan...
2705	Beastie Boys	Right-Right-Now-Now; What is going on?\r\nWe-W...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-fight-for-your...
2706	Beastie Boys	Now push the pause button, then start ducking\...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-new-style-...
2707	Beastie Boys	"Uh, funky baby\r\nLay it on me now\r\nNot so ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-sure-shot-lyrics
2708	Beastie Boys	{*scratching: "Aw yeah!"*}\r\nThere's a girl o...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-girls-lyrics
2709	Beastie Boys	As I develop the awakening mind\r\nI praise th...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-get-it-togethe...
2710	Beastie Boys	Alright, hear this \r\nSo you wanna be the emc...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-brass-monkey-l...
2711	Beastie Boys	{*DJ scratches: "Good times" for 10 seconds*}\...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-ch-check-it-ou...
2712	Beastie Boys	I wish for peace between the races\r\nSomeday ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-shake-your-rum...
2713	Beastie Boys	Well I'm the Benihana chef on the SP12\r\nI ch...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-rhymin-and-ste...
2714	Beastie Boys	Good morning\r\nTime to get up and go to work\...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-sounds-of-...
2715	Beastie Boys	I know the danger of a man \r\nWho's been to h...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-egg-man-lyrics
2716	Beastie Boys	Jeb, get away from the barbecue, man\r\nDon, g...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-b-boys-makin-w...
2717	Beastie Boys	Butcher me on the court\r\nToo many elbows to ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-hold-it-now-hi...
2718	Beastie Boys	Boom, yeah, the world mash up\r\nWell, things ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-hey-ladies-lyrics
2719	Beastie Boys	I don't like your attitude, boy\r\nWhat makes ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-shadrach-lyrics
2720	Beastie Boys	Straight up nuts like my name is Mike Bazzini\...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-professor-boot...
2721	Beastie Boys	Yeah, aww yeah\r\nA little bit of claps, a sou...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-3-minute-rule-...
2722	Beastie Boys	What skills money money\r\nWhat skills makin' ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-make-some-nois...
2723	Beastie Boys	Yeah, that's right!\r\nIt's time, to set the r...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-root-down-lyrics
2724	Beastie Boys	Our evening began\r\nIn Peter Sichel's comfort...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-shes-crafty-ly...
2725	Beastie Boys	Oh word?\r\nWhat the phone booth, word to hair...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-high-plains-dr...
2726	Beastie Boys	Whoahhh-ohhh\r\nFunky boss, funky boss, funky ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-posse-in-effec...
2727	Beastie Boys	Stand together \r\nIt's about time \r\nStand t...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-slow-ride-lyrics
2728	Beastie Boys	One, two, three...\r\nThe Beatsie Boys\r\nThey...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-pass-the-mic-l...
2729	Beastie Boys	Heart Attack, Heart Attack Man\r\nLungs full o...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-looking-down-t...
2730	Beastie Boys	Everybody get down huh\r\nEverybody get down h...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-car-thief-lyrics
2731	Beastie Boys	Mmmm Yeah\r\nA butterfly floats on the breeze ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-time-to-get-il...
2732	Beastie Boys	Well, it's about time, it's about time\r\nIt's...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-body-movin-lyrics
2733	Beastie Boys	Schematics, blueprints and microfilm\r\nCalibr...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-johnny-ryall-l...
2734	Beastie Boys	Yo, yo, yo!\r\nYo, yo, yo!\r\nBeastie Boys roc...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-slow-and-low-l...
2735	Beastie Boys	I.N.R.I.\r\nProduction that takes over France\...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-hello-brooklyn...
2736	Beastie Boys	If you were worried 'bout where\r\nI been or w...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-alive-lyrics
2737	Beastie Boys	I don't beg from no rich man\r\nAnd I don't sc...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-three-mcs-and-...
2738	Beastie Boys	I said I'm not throwin' away my shot\r\nI said...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-a-year-and-a-d...
2739	Beastie Boys	I did it all for the money, Lord, it's what it...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-what-comes-aro...
2740	Beastie Boys	We’re all on a journey\r\nDown the hall of mem...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-to-all-the-gir...
2741	Beastie Boys	Like when autumn leaves\r\nFall down from the ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-gratitude-lyrics
2742	Beastie Boys	Ohhhh\r\nThe fire, inside you\r\nThe fire, ins...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-dropping-names...
2743	Beastie Boys	Livin' the life of limos and lights\r\nAirplan...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-stop-that-trai...
2744	Beastie Boys	I was always late for the bus\r\nJust once, ca...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-an-open-letter...
2745	Beastie Boys	Yeah, outside where the killers and the dealer...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-michelles-farm...
2746	Beastie Boys	When the saint on the ground with his nine on ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-hey-fuck-you-l...
2747	Beastie Boys	I live in a trap where things go crack\r\nWake...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-too-many-rappe...
2748	Beastie Boys	If you can‘t swiz-zim, then you're bound to dr...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-do-it-lyrics
2749	Beastie Boys	I remember\r\nCan you remember\r\nHow it was? ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-finger-lickin-...
2750	Beastie Boys	Homicide or suicide, heads or tails\r\nSome th...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-triple-trouble...
2751	Beastie Boys	When I look into the mirror and see my own ima...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-maestro-ly...
2752	Beastie Boys	"It’s about flesh and blood\r\nIt’s about a he...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-flute-loop-lyrics
2753	Beastie Boys	Out on the streets , where I grew up\r\nHow I ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-get-on-the-mic...
2754	Beastie Boys	Yo, you go\r\nHey, you listeners, stop what yo...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-jimmy-james-ly...
2755	Beastie Boys	Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop\r\nHip-hop,...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-move-lyrics
2756	Beastie Boys	Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you\r\nDear...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-3-the-hard-way...
2757	Beastie Boys	Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-mike-on-the-mi...
2758	Beastie Boys	I'm coming to break you off \r\nI'm coming to ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-ask-for-janice...
2759	Beastie Boys	Frozen in time, I can't let it go\r\nNat Cole,...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-right-right-no...
2760	Beastie Boys	The Hamilton Mixtape\r\nThe Hamilton Mixtape\r...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-rhyme-the-rhym...
2761	Beastie Boys	Like blaow-ba-dow-da-da-dow-da-dah-dow\r\nEith...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-lay-it-on-me-l...
2762	Beastie Boys	Holy, sugar, honey ice tea\r\nI guess that's a...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-59-chrystie-st...
2763	Beastie Boys	Check it out, yo\r\nCheck it out, yo\r\nCheck ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-bodhisattva-vo...
2764	Beastie Boys	Street dreams, close your eyes\r\nSay goodbye ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-alright-hear-t...
2765	Beastie Boys	Aiyo, check it out, eve-ry, bo-dy\r\nTouch thi...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-awol-lyrics
2766	Beastie Boys	Wake up, everybody\r\nWake up, everybody\r\nNe...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-somethings-got...
2767	Beastie Boys	M-Ill-itant, lyrically hostile, Bad Lieutenant...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-putting-shame-...
2768	Beastie Boys	Yo, mountain high and valley low and river wid...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-mark-on-the-bu...
2769	Beastie Boys	Uh, yeah,\r\nSunday morning, plan my day out\r...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-dont-play-no-g...
2770	Beastie Boys	Just a little bit more\r\nWe got Tariq up?\r\n...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-5-piece-chicke...
2771	Beastie Boys	They used to talk shit, but I'mma quiet them\r...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-tough-guy-lyrics
2772	Beastie Boys	People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wann...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-remote-control...
2773	Beastie Boys	Da da da dat da dat da da da da ya da\r\nDa da...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-song-for-the-m...
2774	Beastie Boys	Nothin' new, nothin' new, y'all not sayin' not...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-long-burn-the-...
2775	Beastie Boys	Uh huh\r\nUh\r\nAnd it weighs a ton\r\n'Riq Ge...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-live-at-pjs-ly...
2776	Beastie Boys	Uh!\r\nUh!\r\nUh!	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-skills-to-...
2777	Beastie Boys	Step into the realm, you're bound to get caugh...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-time-for-livin...
2778	Beastie Boys	And the radio daze kept us in the dark\r\nAnd ...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-blue-nun-l...
2779	Beastie Boys	The middle of the night we fight like Barbari...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-oh-word-lyrics
2780	Beastie Boys	It's the R-to the, double-O to the\r\nT-S and,...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-funky-boss-lyrics
2781	Beastie Boys	Take it to the very top\r\nAnother track, I'ma...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-stand-together...
2782	Beastie Boys	WHOAHHHHH, shucks! My nuc' snuff ducks \r\nAbr...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-biz-vs-the...
2783	Beastie Boys	Send a message to God in Heaven\r\nTell him, I...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-heart-attack-m...
2784	Beastie Boys	Death was the cost of...\r\nReturning to Innoc...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-shazam-lyrics
2785	Beastie Boys	Oh, it ain't fair\r\nIt's hard when you're loo...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-namaste-lyrics
2786	Beastie Boys	Party people, gather round\r\nWhat we have her...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-the-update-lyrics
2787	Beastie Boys	Ayo, the purpose mainly is to generate the Lut...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-crawlspace-lyrics
2788	Beastie Boys	I keep it doin' it again\r\nOh, I'm doin' it a...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-cooky-puss-lyrics
2789	Beastie Boys	I shall proceed \r\nAnd continue to rock the m...	https://genius.com/Beastie-boys-dr-lee-phd-lyrics
2790	The Roots	Yo, the feet that I walk with\r\nThe ears that...	https://genius.com/The-roots-you-got-me-lyrics
2791	The Roots	Ayy, what up, dog?\r\nYo, this message is for ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-seed-20-lyrics
2792	The Roots	I know where I'm goin’ even when it's dark\r\n...	https://genius.com/The-roots-my-shot-rise-up-r...
2793	The Roots	If you seen it or heard it, maybe, probably I ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-make-my-lyrics
2794	The Roots	Dreams with M16s with infrared beams\r\nBlowin...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-otherside-lyrics
2795	The Roots	Yo, I want you all to understand: I come from ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-sleep-lyrics
2796	The Roots	I'm in the darkness, heartless, fuck you regar...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-fire-lyrics
2797	The Roots	Yo, I'm every MC, it's all in me\r\nThat's the...	https://genius.com/The-roots-what-they-do-lyrics
2798	The Roots	:\r\nWe don't even come to see our own, man. L...	https://genius.com/The-roots-one-time-lyrics
2799	The Roots	Black rock\r\nYo, what's for breakfast? Same a...	https://genius.com/The-roots-kool-on-lyrics
2800	The Roots	And Monday, they predict the storm\r\nTuesday,...	https://genius.com/The-roots-dont-say-nuthin-l...
2801	The Roots	It's about marketing the pussy galore\r\nEvery...	https://genius.com/The-roots-when-the-people-c...
2802	The Roots	You don't see us, but we see you\r\nYou stuck ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-lighthouse-lyrics
2803	The Roots	It don't feel right, it don't feel right\r\nDo...	https://genius.com/The-roots-i-remember-lyrics
2804	The Roots	It's the Concerto of The Desperado\r\nR-double...	https://genius.com/The-roots-tip-the-scale-lyrics
2805	The Roots	]	https://genius.com/The-roots-now-or-never-lyrics
2806	The Roots	You feel this shit soon as they throw it on\r\...	https://genius.com/The-roots-stomp-lyrics
2807	The Roots	Yeah, you in tune to another episode in my are...	https://genius.com/The-roots-how-i-got-over-ly...
2808	The Roots	Go all-star, and get down for yours\r\nTo the ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-next-movement...
2809	The Roots	Yo, I control the stadium like the law long ar...	https://genius.com/The-roots-act-too-the-love-...
2810	The Roots	Yeah, to all my peoples on the planet stimulat...	https://genius.com/The-roots-dear-god-20-lyrics
2811	The Roots	Bad Lieutenant, M-Illatant, feel the Fifth gue...	https://genius.com/The-roots-walk-alone-lyrics
2812	The Roots	"And we will weaken ourselves for what is real...	https://genius.com/The-roots-break-you-off-lyrics
2813	The Roots	The Hypnotic, The Hypnotic, check it out\r\n ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-who-tells-your-st...
2814	The Roots	Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablets...	https://genius.com/The-roots-no-john-trumbull-...
2815	The Roots	It's in the music, turn it up let it knock\r\n...	https://genius.com/The-roots-double-trouble-ly...
2816	The Roots		https://genius.com/The-roots-understand-lyrics
2817	The Roots	I tell you one lesson I learned\r\nIf you want...	https://genius.com/The-roots-100-dundee-lyrics
2818	The Roots	Scrambled eggs\r\nOh my baby how I love your l...	https://genius.com/The-roots-never-lyrics
2819	The Roots	Jam Boy magic, Mr. Get-Busy\r\nYou get busy to...	https://genius.com/The-roots-dynamite-lyrics
2820	The Roots	Southside\r\nNorthside \r\nWestside \r\nWorldw...	https://genius.com/John-legend-and-the-roots-w...
2821	The Roots	Only the lonely love\r\nOnly the sad of soul\r...	https://genius.com/The-roots-respond-react-lyrics
2822	The Roots	Somebody gotta be there when it gets ugly\r\nS...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-dark-trinity-...
2823	The Roots	*beatbox scratch* You want more, an encore\r\n...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-day-lyrics
2824	The Roots	And I die here within \r\nTo be reborn again \...	https://genius.com/The-roots-75-bars-blacks-re...
2825	The Roots	They say it's lonely at the top in whatever yo...	https://genius.com/The-roots-adrenaline-lyrics
2826	The Roots	Above the crowds, above the clouds\r\nWhere th...	https://genius.com/The-roots-clock-with-no-han...
2827	The Roots	Full clip, do you wanna mess with this?\r\nGan...	https://genius.com/Jimmy-fallon-and-the-roots-...
2828	The Roots	Diamonds are forever like family and loyalty\r...	https://genius.com/The-roots-aint-sayin-nothin...
2829	The Roots	I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can...	https://genius.com/The-roots-web-lyrics
2830	The Roots	After the tour quits, I come back with more hi...	https://genius.com/The-roots-clones-lyrics
2831	The Roots	I know I'm dope, but don't wet that\r\nI've su...	https://genius.com/The-roots-step-into-the-rea...
2832	The Roots	Let 'em know, do your thing, God\r\nKeep it li...	https://genius.com/The-roots-radio-daze-lyrics
2833	The Roots	Scandalous, money greed and lust\r\nIn this tr...	https://genius.com/The-roots-guns-are-drawn-ly...
2834	The Roots	They wanna lock us all up, and throw away the ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-table-of-contents...
2835	The Roots	Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less tha...	https://genius.com/The-roots-right-on-lyrics
2836	The Roots	Squeeze the juice out, of all the suckers with...	https://genius.com/The-roots-mellow-my-man-lyrics
2837	The Roots	Everybody's spittin' it, the rhyme is hot\r\n'...	https://genius.com/The-roots-tomorrow-lyrics
2838	The Roots	Take this for example young brothers want rep\...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-return-to-inn...
2839	The Roots	I see you got the fear of God in you\r\nWe'll ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-it-aint-fair-lyrics
2840	The Roots	Brothers are amused by other brothers' reps\r\...	https://genius.com/The-roots-boom-lyrics
2841	The Roots	Ladies, here's somethin that we should be cons...	https://genius.com/The-roots-section-lyrics
2842	The Roots	"'Bout to slap rappers around and bruise the g...	https://genius.com/The-roots-doin-it-again-lyrics
2843	The Roots	You saw my moms in the supermarket and gave he...	https://genius.com/The-roots-proceed-lyrics
2844	The Roots	Linnet Grinnich, Cookie Murray\r\nYeah "Rest i...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-spark-lyrics
2845	The Roots	"Think twice"\r\nMy advice to you, cut down on...	https://genius.com/The-roots-cant-stop-this-ly...
2846	The Roots	"Tell the people what you're here for"\r\nIt's...	https://genius.com/The-roots-rising-down-lyrics
2847	The Roots	Stick up kids is out to tax\r\nAnd this is how...	https://genius.com/The-roots-no-alibi-lyrics
2848	The Roots	And also on the set from Dirty Rotten Scoundre...	https://genius.com/The-roots-game-theory-lyrics
2849	The Roots	I-I-I-I-\r\nI-I-I hate tellin' good people bad...	https://genius.com/The-roots-water-lyrics
2850	The Roots	Nowadays my priorities ain't based on fun\r\nI...	https://genius.com/The-roots-silent-treatment-...
2851	The Roots	"It's the lesson well learned" "It's going dow...	https://genius.com/The-roots-here-i-come-lyrics
2852	The Roots	Yeah, you know them\r\nThey accuse the righteo...	https://genius.com/The-roots-distortion-to-sta...
2853	The Roots	Don't be mad 'cause I don't come around the wa...	https://genius.com/The-roots-act-won-things-fa...
2854	The Roots	You can't handle the whole weight	https://genius.com/The-roots-black-rock-lyrics
2855	The Roots	Years ago, we were new jacks to this scene\r\n...	https://genius.com/The-roots-criminal-lyrics
2856	The Roots	You thought you brought your best lines, but t...	https://genius.com/The-roots-pussy-galore-lyrics
2857	The Roots	Bust your shit\r\nNow when you see me on the s...	https://genius.com/The-roots-dont-see-us-lyrics
2858	The Roots	"Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"-Royce Da 5'...	https://genius.com/The-roots-dont-feel-right-l...
2859	The Roots	If it's animosity\r\n Let me know\r\n If you ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-concerto-of-the-d...
2860	The Roots	Step inside my arena\r\nIn the arena or forum,...	https://genius.com/The-roots-what-you-want-liv...
2861	The Roots	Certified street poetry\r\nIn the game a long...	https://genius.com/The-roots-thought-at-work-l...
2862	The Roots	I hate fake MC's they always act hard\r\nFake ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-episodes-lyrics
2863	The Roots	Yo, I'm the Jerry Rice to this, much too nice ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-star-pointro-lyrics
2864	The Roots	Last year record companies were chumping me\r\...	https://genius.com/The-roots-without-a-doubt-l...
2865	The Roots	You get bent up, sent up creek, without a padd...	https://genius.com/The-roots-push-up-ya-lighte...
2866	The Roots	Make money money -- GO SHOPPIN!\r\nTake money ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-it-just-dont-stop...
2867	The Roots	How far must you go to gain respect? Umm\r\n ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-false-media-lyrics
2868	The Roots	I do it like I do it 'cause it ain't about the...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-hypnotic-lyrics
2869	The Roots	Tons o' guns everybody's getting strapped\r\nT...	https://genius.com/The-roots-universe-at-war-l...
2870	The Roots	New York, New York is where we live and we're ...	https://genius.com/The-roots-in-the-music-lyrics
2871	The Roots	Aiyyo I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my ey...	https://genius.com/The-roots-stay-cool-lyrics
2872	The Roots	And you can, walk the walk talk the talk but d...	https://genius.com/The-roots-sacrifice-lyrics
2873	The Roots	"Take the money never have to run"\r\n"Take th...	https://genius.com/Paul-mccartney-jimmy-fallon...
2874	The Roots	*DJ Premier scratching*	https://genius.com/The-roots-web-20-20-lyrics
2875	The Roots	You can't tell me life was meant to be like th...	https://genius.com/The-roots-get-busy-lyrics
2876	The Roots	Five carloads deep, time to go to a show\r\nGo...	https://genius.com/The-roots-theme-from-middle...
2877	The Roots	Chorus\r\nYo, it's The Master\r\n, mister, Mus...	https://genius.com/The-roots-somebodys-gotta-d...
2878	The Roots	I profess and I don't jest, 'cause the words I...	https://genius.com/The-roots-do-you-want-more-...
2879	The Roots	You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing\r\...	https://genius.com/The-roots-the-unraveling-ly...
2880	Gang Starr	Chic, unique technique\r\nChic, unique techniq...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-moment-of-truth-...
2881	Gang Starr	"Ask yourself the same question"\r\n"What is i...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-above-the-clouds...
2882	Gang Starr	You are now rockin' with the best\r\nGang Star...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-full-clip-lyrics
2883	Gang Starr	How many predators out there that want me\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-family-and-loyal...
2884	Gang Starr	Dame little mami, ven aquí\r\nI'm sorry, that'...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-work-lyrics
2885	Gang Starr	Life's a bitch so who are we to judge each oth...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-dwyck-lyrics
2886	Gang Starr	"You figgedy fuck around, you lay around" Das ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-mass-appeal-lyrics
2887	Gang Starr	It's mostly tha voice, that gets you up\r\nIt'...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-you-know-my-stee...
2888	Gang Starr	In this life.. \r\n "You better wake up"\r\n ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-betrayal-lyrics
2889	Gang Starr	You know I flip, yes I flip the script\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-jfk-2-lax-lyrics
2890	Gang Starr	"Put your money in the bank, and hold rank"\r\...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-royalty-lyrics
2891	Gang Starr	A jazz thing	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-robbin-hood-theo...
2892	Gang Starr	Word to God, if Guru were still here\r\nA lot ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-militia-lyrics
2893	Gang Starr	{*inhaling and coughing*}\r\n Yo, you alright ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-code-of-the-stre...
2894	Gang Starr	Fuck you wanna do, we way past 7:30\r\nBe easy...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-rite-where-u-sta...
2895	Gang Starr	"They wanna see the God catch an L it's all a ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-skills-lyrics
2896	Gang Starr	Woo, yo, everybody, let me hear you say\r\n"Yo...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-discipline-lyrics
2897	Gang Starr	I never sleep, I always peep, rhymes creep\r\n...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-battle-lyrics
2898	Gang Starr	But I'm back.. ha, fresh out of the max\r\nAnd...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-ex-girl-to-next-...
2899	Gang Starr	{* DJ Premier cutting "Get on it" *}\r\nOne tw...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-in-memory-of-lyrics
2900	Gang Starr	"word up kid!"\r\nYeah L.B., Bryan Moier\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-my-advice-2-you-...
2901	Gang Starr	A yo, Premo, what's up, yo?\r\nYo, I'm up in t...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-what-im-here-4-l...
2902	Gang Starr	"Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-com...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-just-to-get-a-re...
2903	Gang Starr	I sit and write a rhyme, when I'm done get blu...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-im-the-man-lyrics
2904	Gang Starr	Ah so now ya got me pissed off, blast off lift...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-bad-name-lyrics
2905	Gang Starr	Let's see if you can rap and step with this pr...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-who-got-gunz-lyrics
2906	Gang Starr	Sick thoughts on my mind with no self control\...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-she-knowz-what-s...
2907	Gang Starr	Business or art? Fist or steel?\r\nIndustry or...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-make-em-pay-lyrics
2908	Gang Starr	It's the God Universal, Ruler Universal\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-take-it-personal...
2909	Gang Starr	It's the message in the song that makes you ro...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-whos-gonna-take-...
2910	Gang Starr	Intelligent but not yet equivalent	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-rep-growz-bi...
2911	Gang Starr	A lot of people ain't happy you can tell by th...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-next-time-lyrics
2912	Gang Starr	It's just me myself and I\r\nIt's just me myse...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-bys-lyrics
2913	Gang Starr	I think that smilin' in public is against the ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-peace-of-mine-ly...
2914	Gang Starr	The elements are airborne, I smell the success...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-bi-vs-friendship...
2915	Gang Starr	Yo, what's up?\r\nOne, two, three\r\n(\r\nI sa...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-step-in-the-aren...
2916	Gang Starr	I know I'll love you better\r\nIt's I again, a...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-whats-real-lyrics
2917	Gang Starr	"Hey, you done did the right thing, dialed up ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-suckaz-need-body...
2918	Gang Starr	The bigger the headache, bigger the pill\r\nTh...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-same-team-no-gam...
2919	Gang Starr	Behind my bush, my buddy likes the way that I ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-itz-a-set-up-lyrics
2920	Gang Starr	Pos:\r\nNow let's all get baked like Anita\r\n...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-speak-ya-clout-l...
2921	Gang Starr	Cause, oh, it's so easy to fall back to the me...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-new-york-strait-...
2922	Gang Starr	I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern fla...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-mall-lyrics
2923	Gang Starr	Vocal is local so believe that\r\nThis chant s...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-alongwaytogo-lyrics
2924	Gang Starr	Shadow you're drawn, why don't you go?\r\nIn t...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-lights-out-lyrics
2925	Gang Starr	SHORTY NO MAS:\r\nBack the hell up\r\nKnow wha...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-tonz-o-gunz-lyrics
2926	Gang Starr	Yo, where my Wall Street niggas, if ya up in t...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-place-where-...
2927	Gang Starr	Now waaaaaait a minute!\r\nLittle Derwin got s...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-work-part-ii-lyrics
2928	Gang Starr	I am Posdnous\r\nI be the new generation of sl...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-planet-lyrics
2929	Gang Starr	I don't care about what you think you see\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-all-4-tha-ca-h-l...
2930	Gang Starr	Now there's no Shiny Happy People in the crew ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-now-youre-mine-l...
2931	Gang Starr	I received a call from Misses Sick herself\r\n...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-conspiracy-lyrics
2932	Gang Starr	]\r\nItzsoweezee, Enola in the area\r\nItzsowe...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-soliloquy-of-cha...
2933	Gang Starr	We are an army of stars unleashed\r\nThe sky t...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-militia-ii-r...
2934	Gang Starr	We're selling O's, y'all\r\nWe're selling O's ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-manifest-lyrics
2935	Gang Starr	Throughout my change to grow, Some of my peopl...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-hit-man-lyrics
2936	Gang Starr	Say no go\r\nSay no go\r\n*scratches*\r\nSay n...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-check-the-techni...
2937	Gang Starr	Al Watts:\r\nHey, all you kids out there! Welc...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-remainz-lyrics
2938	Gang Starr	Maseo: Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha\r\nEh ha-h...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-from-a-distance-...
2939	Gang Starr	I'm just like everybody else man\r\nAn average...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-1-2-and-1-2-lyrics
2940	Gang Starr	"And what we have is much more than they can s...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-get-together-lyrics
2941	Gang Starr	Now you got the method\r\nWhat to do when you ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-no-shame-in-my-g...
2942	Gang Starr	Hey now, can you picture yourself\r\nHey now, ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-fala-lyrics
2943	Gang Starr	[OUTRO...\r\nBaby! ...Baby ...baby baby\r\n.....	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-lovesick-lyrics
2944	Gang Starr	I was walking on the water when I saw a crocod...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-mostly-tha-voice...
2945	Gang Starr	I won't lie, I love B-U-D-D-Y\r\nCause I never...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-in-this-life-lyrics
2946	Gang Starr	"It's just the ghetto thang" \r\n"It's just th...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-flip-the-script-...
2947	Gang Starr	Ahh yeah, ah ah ah\r\nPrince Paul likes Buddy\...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-capture-militia-...
2948	Gang Starr	Huh! I couldn't be nobody but myself, you know...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-jazz-thing-lyrics
2949	Gang Starr	Ecoutez: À midi"\r\nQuelle heure est-il?\r\nIl...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-bad-name-remix-l...
2950	Gang Starr	We are the present, the past and still the fut...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-zonin-lyrics
2951	Gang Starr	Fuck everyone\r\nBurn everything\r\nLeaving an...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-deadly-habitz-ly...
2952	Gang Starr	Al Watts:\r\nNow we're at the end of the show\...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-tha-squeeze-lyrics
2953	Gang Starr	POS:\r\nCan't stand, can't stand, can't stand ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-sure-shot-in...
2954	Gang Starr	Dance, freak, get out your seat\r\nShow me tha...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-2-deep-lyrics
2955	Gang Starr	Don't turn your back\r\nWhen she's on that tra...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-put-up-or-shut-u...
2956	Gang Starr	We getting loot in this, you new to this\r\nWe...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-brainstorm-lyrics
2957	Gang Starr	Next stop, NYC\r\nTake your seats please\r\nI ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-eulogy-lyrics
2958	Gang Starr	How you gonna recognize it?\r\nThink he cried ...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-aiiight-chill-ly...
2959	Gang Starr	I want to give y'all a little announcement man...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-comin-for-datazz...
2960	Gang Starr	:\r\nOhh there go that bullshit again\r\nYou h...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-take-two-and-pas...
2961	Gang Starr	Within this program of rap, I'll eradicate the...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-blowin-up-the-sp...
2962	Gang Starr	Once again it's time to buy more soul\r\nA fla...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-take-flight-mili...
2963	Gang Starr	DOVE:\r\nNow remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-words-from-the-n...
2964	Gang Starr	Runnin' through the trenches \r\nRunnin' throu...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-business-or-art-...
2965	Gang Starr	Ugh, the ugly one!)	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-the-ownerz-lyrics
2966	Gang Starr	A few short words, and what do ya know?\r\nOh,...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-playtawin-lyrics
2967	Gang Starr	"\r\nCool breeze\r\n"\r\n"\r\nRock that shit h...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-bless-the-mic-ly...
2968	Gang Starr	Can I come off with the rest of em I think I s...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-form-of-intellec...
2969	Gang Starr	Please listen to this simple De La style I'm g...	https://genius.com/Gang-starr-riot-akt-lyrics
2970	De La Soul	Hey kid, what's the word?\r\nMan, it's all abo...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-me-myself-and-i-...
2971	De La Soul	I'm pourin' out these rhymes for them kids who...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-stakes-is-high-l...
2972	De La Soul	Down right to dirt, wonder why makes it work\r...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-rock-cokane-flow...
2973	De La Soul	Grand groove, I wish I had the flavor bid\r\nG...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-the-magic-number...
2974	De La Soul	Now this goes out to all area cliques\r\nCentr...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-eye-know-lyrics
2975	De La Soul	POS AND ANN ROBERTS:\r\nHey Love\r\nTalkin' bo...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-ring-ring-ring-h...
2976	De La Soul	Take take take take take it off...\r\nTake it ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-pain-lyrics
2977	De La Soul	[Outro: Dove + Pos +\r\nMase\r\n]\r\nYo what's...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-buddy-lyrics
2978	De La Soul	Pass the peas like they used to say\r\nPass th...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-a-roller-skating...
2979	De La Soul	The Maseo got tailed with the big bail\r\nI bu...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-memory-of-us-lyrics
2980	De La Soul	Long Islands wildin', Long Island's wildin'\r\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-the-bizness-lyrics
2981	De La Soul	Yes I be\r\n Yes I be\r\n Yes I be\r\nCause u...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-plug-tunin-last-...
2982	De La Soul	Break: Dres +"Shorty" + [\r\nSample\r\n]\r\nAr...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-drawn-lyrics
2983	De La Soul	Come on everybody let's baseball\r\nCome on ev...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-ego-trippin-part...
2984	De La Soul	You and me can walk together\r\nAnd down the r...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-oooh-lyrics
2985	De La Soul	Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up\r\nSurfin' ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-jenifa-taught-me...
2986	De La Soul	Let, let me in, let, let me in\r\nLet, let me ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-i-am-i-be-lyrics
2987	De La Soul	La, la, laaaaaaa\r\nLa, la, laaaaaaa, laaaaaaa...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-all-good-lyrics
2988	De La Soul	One, two, three, remove 4-5\r\nOne, two, three...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-breakadawn-lyrics
2989	De La Soul	I be sweepin' up the room with my lyrical broo...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-millie-pulled-a-...
2990	De La Soul	Well I, feel the world around me\r\nI've found...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-itzsoweezee-hot-...
2991	De La Soul	MASE:\r\nYeah yeah this is Plug Three! This is...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-royalty-capes-ly...
2992	De La Soul	Now what's gonna happen when the sun don't shi...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-oodles-of-os-lyrics
2993	De La Soul	Da da da da\r\nOnce upon a time for the minute...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-trying-people-ly...
2994	De La Soul	And then he strolls through the valley of dark...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-say-no-go-lyrics
2995	De La Soul	DOVE:\r\nThis is De La Orgee...\r\n(Barry Whit...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-intro-lyrics
2996	De La Soul	PAUL:\r\nWill rise, not fall\r\nDefinition, Pr...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-bitties-in-the-b...
2997	De La Soul	Yeah, you're into crime faces, huh? Well, I'll...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-the-grind-date-l...
2998	De La Soul	Heal! Heal, y'all!\r\nWe comin' healin'! {It's...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-much-more-lyrics
2999	De La Soul	Everybody got a breaking point, kid, and they'...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-potholes-in-my-l...
3000	De La Soul	Ready or not, refugees taking over\r\nThe Buff...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-snoopies-lyrics
3001	De La Soul	]\r\nOoh, la-la-la\r\nIt's the way that we roc...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-fallin-lyrics
3002	De La Soul	Many, many, money, many, many, many\r\nMany, m...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-tread-water-lyrics
3003	De La Soul	Ayy, another MC lose his life tonight, Lord\r\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-buddy-native-ton...
3004	De La Soul	Just walkin' the streets death can take you aw...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-ghetto-thang-lyrics
3005	De La Soul	Word em up, ya'll\r\nWarn the town, the beast ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-can-u-keep-a-sec...
3006	De La Soul	Oh-lay-hee\r\nEveryone wants to be a cowboy, g...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-genesis-lyrics
3007	De La Soul	It's time I settle the score\r\nSoldiers\r\nLe...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-transmitting-liv...
3008	De La Soul	Send me an angel in the morning, baby\r\nSend ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-exodus-lyrics
3009	De La Soul	Three a.m. in the morning on the boulevard\r\n...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-lord-intended-ly...
3010	De La Soul	No woman, no cry\r\nNo woman, no cry\r\nHey, l...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-daisy-age-lyrics
3011	De La Soul	Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?\r\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-pease-porridge-l...
3012	De La Soul	Yo, my whole life was spent looking at myself ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-whoodeeni-lyrics
3013	De La Soul	Customer: You ain't gonna show me shit\r\nRest...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-trainwreck-lyrics
3014	De La Soul	Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-property-of-spit...
3015	De La Soul	Check it out, here we go\r\nBack in Eighty-TRE...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-greyhounds-lyrics
3016	De La Soul	Call Mister Martin, tell him to built a coffin...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-here-in-after-ly...
3017	De La Soul	Ooooh la la la, it's the way that we rock when...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-plug-tunin-12-ve...
3018	De La Soul	Colombia Ruffhouse Records present\r\nA Refuge...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-get-away-lyrics
3019	De La Soul	When checks that means pump your fist\r\nReme...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-baby-baby-baby-b...
3020	De La Soul	Mista, mista\r\nCan I get five dollars\r\nSo I...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-supa-emcees-lyrics
3021	De La Soul	To Queens To New Jersey\r\n To Brooklyn ......	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-change-in-speak-...
3022	De La Soul	What's the matter with the black man \r\nAll o...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-keepin-the-faith...
3023	De La Soul	Stall MC's soft, put 'em up for-ah Death Row \...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-patti-dooke-lyrics
3024	De La Soul	Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem\r\n...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-my-brothers-a-ba...
3025	De La Soul	Some thought we were blunted when we wrote thi...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-god-it-lyrics
3026	De La Soul	THE YEAR\r\nTwo-thousand and seventeen master!...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-he-comes-lyrics
3027	De La Soul	Check me or my team as I recharge your body\r\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-cool-breeze-on-t...
3028	De La Soul	I see you looking but you better take it easy\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-in-the-woods-lyrics
3029	De La Soul	Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise be to thee\r\nJ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-a-little-bit-of-...
3030	De La Soul	We just looking for the love today\r\nWhere's ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-dog-eat-dog-lyrics
3031	De La Soul	So how hard is it? \r\nI wanna know, how hard ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-dinninit-lyrics
3032	De La Soul	Chorus\r\nYou got the vocab\r\nI got the vocab...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-sunshine-lyrics
3033	De La Soul	I'm living like there ain't no tomorrow\r\nI'm...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-intro-stakes-is-...
3034	De La Soul	]\r\nAyo, L-Boogie—what happened to Peace?	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-big-brother-beat...
3035	De La Soul	H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I -Live or...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-talkin-bout-hey-...
3036	De La Soul	Yo!\r\n One time!\r\nI was born by the river ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-take-it-off-lyrics
3037	De La Soul	Ready Or Not! Here I come! You can't hide!\r\n...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-eye-patch-lyrics
3038	De La Soul	From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-pass-the-plugs-l...
3039	De La Soul	It's a lovely day in my neighborhood come on, ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-afro-connections...
3040	De La Soul	Strumming my pain with his fingers\r\nSinging ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-long-island-wild...
3041	De La Soul	Vocab baby, vocab!	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-wonce-again-long...
3042	De La Soul	Who got the giggles?\r\nYou got the giggles, t...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-en-focus-lyrics
3043	De La Soul	Its time to settle the score!\r\n“Ready or not...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-fanatic-of-the-b...
3044	De La Soul	*dialing*\r\n*ringing*\r\nLauryn: Hello?\r\nWy...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-say-i-gotta-beli...
3045	De La Soul	*cell phone rings*\r\nKhalis: Hello, CNN news,...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-cbgbs-lyrics
3046	De La Soul	- \r\nYo! Yo! What?!\r\nI heard he sang a goo...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-let-let-me-in-ly...
3047	De La Soul	*club music, crowd background*\r\nRashad:\r\nY...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-la-la-la-lyrics
3048	De La Soul	Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your poc...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-remove-45-lyrics
3049	De La Soul	No Woman, AY! No Woman, Ay! No Woman, No Wom...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-long-island-degr...
3050	De La Soul	Verse three: prazwell, wyclef\r\nHey yo a batt...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-baby-phat-lyrics
3051	De La Soul	& Fugees]\r\n I got the vocab\r\n You know th...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-held-down-lyrics
3052	De La Soul	H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I\r\nLive ...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-do-as-de-la-does...
3053	De La Soul	Crown Heights \r\nCease the violence \r\nA mom...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-brakes-lyrics
3054	De La Soul	How many mics do we rip on the daily?\r\nYou c...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-sexy-bitch-lyrics
3055	De La Soul	Sona una balada una bala de venjança..\r\nSona...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-nosed-up-lyrics
3056	De La Soul	Ehigriurir	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-de-la-orgee-lyrics
3057	De La Soul	Me pregunto si hay vida antes de la muerte...\...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-description-lyrics
3058	De La Soul	És temps de brillar, estic per fallar i aixeca...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-4-more-lyrics
3059	De La Soul	Que es posa dempeu agafant lo seu\r\nUn megàfo...	https://genius.com/De-la-soul-church-lyrics
3060	Fugees	She's so foxy\r\nWoah, so foxy now\r\nWoah, wo...	https://genius.com/Fugees-killing-me-softly-wi...
3061	Fugees	... Rapejos de poble i de barri!\r\nDeixaré de...	https://genius.com/Fugees-ready-or-not-lyrics
3062	Fugees	Tots per ser coherents tirem de simbologia\r\n...	https://genius.com/Fugees-fu-gee-la-lyrics
3063	Fugees	Són contraris que es delaten com falsos que s’...	https://genius.com/Fugees-how-many-mics-lyrics
3064	Fugees	Nom o nombre, compra-venta de mà d’obra\r\nPer...	https://genius.com/Fugees-zealots-lyrics
3065	Fugees	One for the trouble, two for the MC’s\r\nThree...	https://genius.com/Fugees-family-business-lyrics
3066	Fugees	And I’m happy, and I’m happy, and I’m happy!	https://genius.com/Fugees-the-beast-lyrics
3067	Fugees	Que et volen trist, lligat, submís, veure crem...	https://genius.com/Fugees-cowboys-lyrics
3068	Fugees	Passen a la història les guerres imperialistes...	https://genius.com/Fugees-the-score-lyrics
3069	Fugees	Mare ho sento si no torno aquesta nit!\r\nSi h...	https://genius.com/Fugees-rumble-in-the-jungle...
3070	Fugees	*"Nappy heads" ringtone*\r\nPras: Hello?\r\nWy...	https://genius.com/Fugees-the-mask-lyrics
3071	Fugees	- ¿no t’ha semblat que en les darrere...	https://genius.com/Fugees-no-woman-no-cry-lyrics
3072	Fugees	Tu, me cago en la p*ta!\r\n+ Què passa, boig?...	https://genius.com/Fugees-nappy-heads-remix-ly...
3073	Fugees	Dónal-s’hi un motiu per a actuar\r\nDónal-s’hi...	https://genius.com/Fugees-manifest-outro-lyrics
3074	Fugees	:\r\nVola, vola, bon vent, bon vent\r\nDisfrut...	https://genius.com/Fugees-chinese-restaurant-s...
3075	Fugees	I know someday we'll find a way\r\nFor the rig...	https://genius.com/Fugees-fu-gee-la-sly-and-ro...
3076	Fugees	Yo, yo, what?\r\nI heard he sang a good song, ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-vocab-refugee-hip-ho...
3077	Fugees	Si te pudiera agarrar te comera la boca a beso...	https://genius.com/Fugees-fu-gee-la-refugee-ca...
3078	Fugees	Parmaklarıyla acımı tıngırdatıyor \r\nKelimele...	https://genius.com/Fugees-fu-gee-la-refugee-ca...
3079	Fugees	A dedication to all the refugees worldwide\r\n...	https://genius.com/Fugees-red-intro-lyrics
3080	Fugees	We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my...	https://genius.com/Fugees-nappy-heads-lyrics
3081	Fugees	Lauryn Hill:\r\nOooh La La La\r\nIt's the way ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-mista-mista-lyrics
3082	Fugees	On est tu alé? Ami, nu on est lá\r\nOn est tu ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-ready-or-not-salaams...
3083	Fugees	Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide\r\nG...	https://genius.com/Fugees-vocab-lp-version-lyrics
3084	Fugees	]\r\nUh huh\r\nDon't let me fall down\r\nCome ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-boof-baf-lyrics
3085	Fugees	" Fugeez Back" C'est une chanson du Caribbéen ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-some-seek-stardom-ly...
3086	Fugees	Whoo who-oo\r\nLa la la la la la laa\r\nStrumm...	https://genius.com/Fugees-blunted-interlude-bo...
3087	Fugees	This year, Halloween fell on a weekend\r\nMe a...	https://genius.com/Fugees-introduction-lyrics
3088	Fugees	Damn it feels good to be a gangsta\r\nGetting ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-recharge-lyrics
3089	Fugees	"Die muthafuckas, die muthafuckas!" still fool...	https://genius.com/Fugees-take-it-easy-lyrics
3090	Fugees	We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace...	https://genius.com/Fugees-temple-lyrics
3091	Fugees	I wanna be free\r\nNo more player hater\r\nI g...	https://genius.com/Fugees-blame-it-on-the-sun-...
3092	Fugees	A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry\r\nI w...	https://genius.com/Fugees-how-hard-is-it-lyrics
3093	Fugees	November 1st 1966\r\nA damn fool was born with...	https://genius.com/Fugees-vocab-lyrics
3094	Fugees	Say, B\r\nWhat's up D?\r\nAll the hoes mad at ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-living-like-there-ai...
3095	Fugees	Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with thi...	https://genius.com/Fugees-the-sweetest-thing-m...
3096	Fugees	You'd better murder me, put me to rest\r\nCaus...	https://genius.com/Fugees-refugees-on-the-mic-...
3097	Fugees	I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' presid...	https://genius.com/Fugees-a-change-is-gonna-co...
3098	Fugees	Geto Boy, Geto Boy\r\nGeto Boy, Geto B-\r\nDon...	https://genius.com/Fugees-ready-or-not-clark-k...
3099	Fugees	You gotta let your nuts hang... ha ha!\r\nLook...	https://genius.com/Fugees-dont-cry-dry-your-ey...
3100	Fugees	Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\r\nNow tha...	https://genius.com/Fugees-just-happy-to-be-me-...
3101	Fugees	I'm not a motherfuckin' gentleman\r\nOr a nice...	https://genius.com/Fugees-killing-me-softly-wi...
3102	Fugees	Fuck the motherfuckin' critics\r\nFuck newspap...	https://genius.com/Fugees-vocab-salaams-remix-...
3103	Fugees	Promoters took away our tour\r\nNegative press...	https://genius.com/Fugees-giggles-lyrics
3104	Fugees	My pockets ain't hurting, that's for certain\r...	https://genius.com/Fugees-the-score-album-vers...
3105	Fugees	Yeah buddy! Willie D ain't gonna let these hoe...	https://genius.com/Fugees-da-kid-from-haiti-in...
3106	Fugees	Everybody's coming with guns\r\nNiggas gettin ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-special-news-bulleti...
3107	Fugees	Yeah, I see some Niggas come and go\r\nWith a ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-killing-me-softly-wi...
3108	Fugees	What's up outta towner? Southern nigga downer\...	https://genius.com/Fugees-harlem-chit-chat-int...
3109	Fugees	You know what upsets me?\r\nIs when whitey sit...	https://genius.com/Fugees-cowboys-lp-version-l...
3110	Fugees	This year Halloween fell on a weekend\r\nMe an...	https://genius.com/Fugees-shout-outs-from-the-...
3111	Fugees	C'mon\r\nWhassup - whassup, whassup, whassup?\...	https://genius.com/Fugees-bootleg-versions-lyrics
3112	Fugees	Yeah\r\nI take y'all way back\r\nSeven years o...	https://genius.com/Fugees-nappy-heads-mad-spid...
3113	Fugees	Niggas and flies, niggas and flies\r\n{*laught...	https://genius.com/Fugees-vocab-refugees-hip-h...
3114	Fugees	Yo will wake the fuck up\r\n"What, what, what,...	https://genius.com/Fugees-refugees-on-the-mic-...
3115	Fugees	Can't understand my city's under siege\r\nStil...	https://genius.com/Fugees-nappy-heads-remix-ra...
3116	Fugees	- 2X\r\nYeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah m...	https://genius.com/Fugees-freestyle-live-from-...
3117	Fugees	{*scratched: "Yo Bushwick Bill"*}\r\n{*scratch...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-sensacion...
3118	Fugees	I don't play that\r\nMan homie don't play that	https://genius.com/Fugees-ready-or-not-pt-ii-l...
3119	Fugees	{*"You die motherfucker!"*}\r\n{*"Shay hello t...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-temps-lyrics
3120	Fugees	Let the gunshots RANG OUT, blow my God damn BR...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-time-to-s...
3121	Fugees	Willie D:\r\nGeto Boys is the motherfuckin' sh...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-principis...
3122	Fugees	Hold it down, gang type mobbing\r\nFour-five p...	https://genius.com/Fugees-foxy-lyrics
3123	Fugees	Yeah, you motherfuckers\r\nYou motherfuckers g...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-familia-l...
3124	Fugees	Hook: Big Mike\r\nMr. Officer, crooked officer...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-religio-l...
3125	Fugees	{*yawing*} Shit, I'm tireder than a motherfuck...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-dialectic...
3126	Fugees	Bitches say I talk bad cause I'm real\r\nAnd t...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-interludi...
3127	Fugees	Scarface:\r\nAs I open my eyes unto a new day\...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-monopoli-...
3128	Fugees	Bushwick Bill, the other level, part one\r\nLi...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-introspec...
3129	Fugees	Willie D:\r\nEdgar Hoover I wish you wasn't de...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-actuacion...
3130	Fugees	"And the winner is Randy Travis\r\nAnd Guns an...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-genesi-ly...
3131	Fugees	Well, first of all..\r\nI shock em and clock e...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-utopia-ly...
3132	Fugees	Here's an incident that got me sent to the sla...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-distopia-...
3133	Fugees	"You die, motherfucker! Say hello to my little...	https://genius.com/Fugees-freestyle-interlude-...
3134	Fugees	Niggas shoot ball\r\nNigas shoot da doves\r\nN...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-interludi...
3135	Fugees	November 1st, 1966\r\nA young nigga was born w...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-interludi...
3136	Fugees	Talking loud, saying nothing, yeah\r\nHey Sill...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-causalita...
3137	Fugees	Willie D's rollin on D's\r\nIn a drop top A-Z-...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-ego-lyrics
3138	Fugees	Niggas hangin' deep on the cut\r\nSippin' on a...	https://genius.com/Fugees-freestyle-lyrics
3139	Fugees	And that ain't even the half\r\nI laugh at the...	https://genius.com/Fugees-killing-me-softly-wi...
3140	Fugees	'Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could...	https://genius.com/Fugees-intro-lyrics
3141	Fugees	All I have in - all I have in - all I have in ...	https://genius.com/Fugees-killing-me-softly-wi...
3142	Fugees	Geto days keep ghetto thoughts relevant\r\nBut...	https://genius.com/Fugees-no-woman-no-cry-lp-v...
3143	Fugees	"Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick, bri...	https://genius.com/Fugees-blunted-interlude-ly...
3144	Fugees	Big Mike, how you livin'?\r\nI been sellin' ou...	https://genius.com/Fugees-fu-gee-la-north-side...
3145	Fugees	No sooner than I walk in the club I'm gettin l...	https://genius.com/The-re-fugees-cat-onetuale-...
3146	Fugees	More murder, more murder, more murder, yo\r\nM...	https://genius.com/Fugees-ready-or-not-here-i-...
3147	Fugees	Black man, stand up!!\r\nSomebody has to speak...	https://genius.com/Fugees-the-ish-hot-97-frees...
3148	Fugees	As the year 2000 reached into the free world\r...	https://genius.com/Fugees-back-song-lyrics
3149	Fugees	Chorus:\r\nIn thugs we trust\r\nThugs-R-Us\r\n...	https://genius.com/Fugees-killing-me-softly-ra...
3150	Geto Boys	Aight nigga; stab him in the leg in the chest\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-mind-playing-tric...
3151	Geto Boys	Verse Three\r\nI'm just minding my business, o...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-damn-it-feels-goo...
3152	Geto Boys	Let me continue or should I say finish this?\r...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-still-lyrics
3153	Geto Boys	[Larry Hoover +\r\nJ. Prince\r\n]\r\nI just be...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-g-code-lyrics
3154	Geto Boys	And that's how that shit go, nigga\r\nWe ain't...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-free-lyrics
3155	Geto Boys	All the ladies in the house say PUNK \r\nAll t...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-six-feet-deep-lyrics
3156	Geto Boys	*phone rings*\r\nHi, we appreciate your call t...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-mind-of-a-lunatic...
3157	Geto Boys	That's right, we're makin' trouble\r\nNow for ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-gangsta-of-love-l...
3158	Geto Boys	Look I'ma say this shit one time and one time ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-bring-it-on-lyrics
3159	Geto Boys	I stumbled out the club ????\r\nDrunk as fuck\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-chuckie-lyrics
3160	Geto Boys	What the fuck you doin talkin to that nigga?\r...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-fuck-a-war-lyrics
3161	Geto Boys	Bring it on motherfucker, here I come with thi...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-assassins-lyrics
3162	Geto Boys	11:45 I pull up on the set\r\nWith some down-a...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-gotta-let-your-nu...
3163	Geto Boys	{*Scarface samples*}\r\n"I never trusted him, ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-scarface-lyrics
3164	Geto Boys	Ugh, and you know what Big Mike?\r\nWe gotta t...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-im-not-a-gentlema...
3165	Geto Boys	Wake your ass up and shove, nigga, good mornin...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-fuck-em-lyrics
3166	Geto Boys	I remember fast times, sellin dope was my past...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-we-cant-be-stoppe...
3167	Geto Boys	What’s up, nig?\r\n-- Shit, hustlin’. You know...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-first-light-of-th...
3168	Geto Boys	Ready Red, break it down\r\n ]\r\nSee we're kn...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-let-a-ho-be-a-ho-...
3169	Geto Boys	Niggas always tell me how real I sound when I ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-do-it-like-a-go-l...
3170	Geto Boys	I'm leanin on you\r\nI'm leanin on you	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-i-dont-fuck-with-...
3171	Geto Boys	I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to th...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-the-world-is-a-gh...
3172	Geto Boys	GE-TO BOYS WILL, ROCK YOU \r\nTHE GE-TO BOYS W...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-street-life-lyrics
3173	Geto Boys	Raise up, bitch\r\nSo niggas don't fuck with m...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-mind-playing-tric...
3174	Geto Boys	Always after my Lucky Charms and shit\r\nApple...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-yes-yes-yall-lyrics
3175	Geto Boys	Ah yeah…\r\nYeah, this is Lil J and the Geto B...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-straight-gangstai...
3176	Geto Boys	You down with O.P.P.? \r\nYou down with O.P.P....	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-niggas-and-flies-...
3177	Geto Boys	Ho, hey, ho\r\nHey, ho, hey, ho\r\nHip Hop Hoo...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-i-just-wanna-die-...
3178	Geto Boys	The only way you wouldn't be gettin' dissed, j...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-city-under-siege-...
3179	Geto Boys	Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat\r\nTh...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-dirty-bitch-lyrics
3180	Geto Boys	Everything's gonna be alright \r\nEverything's...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-size-aint-shit-ly...
3181	Geto Boys	Here comes the money \r\nHere comes the money\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-homie-dont-play-t...
3182	Geto Boys	Comin' round the corner with my Uptown bunch\r...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-trigga-happy-nigg...
3183	Geto Boys	Cleveland niggas are the craziest\r\nCarolinas...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-aint-with-being-b...
3184	Geto Boys	Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\r\nI hope you ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-geto-boys-and-gir...
3185	Geto Boys	What the?\r\nYo, yo, yo, what's up, yo? \r\nOh...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-hold-it-down-lyrics
3186	Geto Boys	Now, rude boy, come test the sound of Treacher...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-another-nigger-in...
3187	Geto Boys		https://genius.com/Geto-boys-crooked-officer-l...
3188	Geto Boys	One, motherfuckin' two, motherfuckin' three\r\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-quickie-lyrics
3189	Geto Boys	We can do it in the middle of the \r\nWe can d...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-this-dicks-for-yo...
3190	Geto Boys	Hallelujah! Hip Hop Hooray!\r\nI'm up six hour...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-time-taker-lyrics
3191	Geto Boys	Ho, ho, ho, ho\r\nHo, ho, ho, ho \r\nHo, ho, h...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-the-other-level-l...
3192	Geto Boys	"On and on and on, on and on and on\r\nChecka ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-point-of-no-retur...
3193	Geto Boys	We came here to party, join together everybody...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-trophy-lyrics
3194	Geto Boys	You know what I'm sayin?\r\nWe got the newest ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-action-speaks-lou...
3195	Geto Boys	So neither you or yours, him or hers can do wh...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-read-these-nikes-...
3196	Geto Boys	Guard your grill, knuckle up\r\nI ain't the ty...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-trigga-happy-nigg...
3197	Geto Boys	Yeah, V-Rock, backbone of Naughty By Nature, y...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-blind-leading-the...
3198	Geto Boys	Shrimps attempt to get pimped when playin pimp...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-mind-of-a-lunatic...
3199	Geto Boys	It feels good to ya \r\nLet me see how you roc...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-talkin-loud-aint-...
3200	Geto Boys	I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!"\r\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-gangsta-put-me-do...
3201	Geto Boys	Here we go\r\nCome on\r\nOh here we go\r\nCome...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-it-aint-lyrics
3202	Geto Boys	Goddamn, Treach ripped that shit\r\nI hear you...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-open-minded-lyrics
3203	Geto Boys	Clap Your Hands This Evening, Come On Y'all, S...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-i-tried-lyrics
3204	Geto Boys	This is Lil' Steve 1-6-0-0-6-0-5-0 chillin' at...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-balls-and-my-word...
3205	Geto Boys	The hood no matter bad or worse comes first\r\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-geto-fantasy-lyrics
3206	Geto Boys	The streets are so slick, they’re greasy, yes ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-geto-lyrics
3207	Geto Boys	"Niggas in the hood ain't changed"\r\n"Only th...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-no-nuts-no-glory-...
3208	Geto Boys	Hook\r\nGutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-bitches-and-hos-l...
3209	Geto Boys	235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin'\...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-murder-avenue-lyrics
3210	Geto Boys	Driftin' on memories\r\nWhen nature's in the p...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-no-sellout-lyrics
3211	Geto Boys	Chorus: Rustic Overtones and Treach *repeat 3X...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-rebel-rap-family-...
3212	Geto Boys	Check it out\r\nI heard this track right here ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-dawn-2-dusk-lyrics
3213	Geto Boys	I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step th...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-declaration-of-wa...
3214	Geto Boys	We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-like-some-hos-lyrics
3215	Geto Boys	Never a fad and madder than mad and radical ru...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-seek-and-destroy-...
3216	Geto Boys	So you won't, give the Illy nones\r\nLike I fu...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-a-visit-with-larr...
3217	Geto Boys	The sound, the sound, I found the sound, a pou...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-thugg-niggaz-lyrics
3218	Geto Boys	Life is a roll like the dice and you know? \r...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-punk-bitch-game-l...
3219	Geto Boys	]	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-ghetto-prisoner-l...
3220	Geto Boys	My mind thinks twice, ignites, pick snipes\r\n...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-making-trouble-ly...
3221	Geto Boys	Fatal how the hood'll hate you, caught up in d...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-eye-4-an-eye-lyrics
3222	Geto Boys	Automatic system and vinyl cipher kinetics\r\n...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-retaliation-lyrics
3223	Geto Boys	Chorus x2	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-livin-4-the-momen...
3224	Geto Boys	]\r\nI got Henney, I got sizzurp\r\nI got dinn...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-talkin-loud-aint-...
3225	Geto Boys	Hahaha, yeah\r\nYou wore panties all fancy wit...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-til-death-do-us-p...
3226	Geto Boys	*turntables scratching over live performance o...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-murder-after-midn...
3227	Geto Boys	You see them packin niggas goin in the club, t...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-snitches-lyrics
3228	Geto Boys	]\r\nNaughty is the perfect party, party favor...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-the-unseen-lyrics
3229	Geto Boys	Pick a bush of the mushes, the prayers or the ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-why-u-playin-lyrics
3230	Geto Boys	Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat\r\nTh...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-life-in-the-fast-...
3231	Geto Boys	Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-killer-for-scratc...
3232	Geto Boys	Listen up \r\n bad boy, rude boy\r\n control\r...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-i-run-this-lyrics
3233	Geto Boys	I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crip...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-when-it-gets-gang...
3234	Geto Boys	I live and die for Hip Hop\r\nThis is Hip Hop ...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-leanin-on-you-lyrics
3235	Geto Boys	Give it up for naughty by nature\r\nOPP, how c...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-nothin-2-show-lyrics
3236	Geto Boys	You know, ever since we started in this game\r...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-geto-boys-will-ro...
3237	Geto Boys	Chorus	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-raise-up-bitch-ly...
3238	Geto Boys	Chorus:\r\nYou down with OPP 3X\r\nWho's down...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-cereal-killer-lyrics
3239	Geto Boys	INTRO/ chorus\r\nGet to know me better \r\nI w...	https://genius.com/Geto-boys-intro-till-death-...
3240	Naughty by Nature	Mama don't cry for me\r\nPapa don't feel bad\r...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-opp-lyrics
3241	Naughty by Nature	Well that's it\r\nI really hope you enjoyed it...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-hip-hop-h...
3242	Naughty by Nature	Double I	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-yoke-the-...
3243	Naughty by Nature	A new era, new tale\r\nNew style and jew-els, ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-feel-me-f...
3244	Naughty by Nature	Chorus:\r\nDetroit niggas are the craziest\r\n...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-everythin...
3245	Naughty by Nature	Round and round, baby, round we go\r\nAnd I ai...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-here-come...
3246	Naughty by Nature	My man Billy T and TJ at WJLB\r\nGary Chandler...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-uptown-an...
3247	Naughty by Nature	It feels good to ya\r\nRock wit it\r\nDrop wit...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-craziest-...
3248	Naughty by Nature	I live and die for Hip Hop\r\nThis is Hip Hop ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-mourn-you...
3249	Naughty by Nature	X 3\r\nJust look don't touch, just tip my bit...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-pin-the-t...
3250	Naughty by Nature	It's all your fault that his hard assault came...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-wickedest...
3251	Naughty by Nature	CHORUS\r\nClap Your Hands This Evening, Come O...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-jamboree-...
3252	Naughty by Nature	Sweetheart, do you wanna get naughty with naug...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-1-2-3-lyrics
3253	Naughty by Nature	I'm comin' out combat and com-bows\r\nCompetit...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-we-could-...
3254	Naughty by Nature	Chorus:\r\nYou down with OPP 3X\r\nWho's down...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-written-o...
3255	Naughty by Nature	We this and fought that and all that good shi...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-let-the-h...
3256	Naughty by Nature	Oh, you don’t know?\r\nBoom! Bap! Smack! \r\nO...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-its-on-ly...
3257	Naughty by Nature	Oh, you don’t know?\r\nBoom! Bap! Smack! \r\nO...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-holiday-l...
3258	Naughty by Nature	"It's the new style"\r\n"...the new style"\r\n...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-everyday-...
3259	Naughty by Nature	Here today, gone tomorrow\r\nLive then lay, he...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-ready-for...
3260	Naughty by Nature	I'm ? mash his ass with graphic atlas\r\nSo ma...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-guard-you...
3261	Naughty by Nature	Hello, Mr. Webber's residence\r\nAy, what's up...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-strike-a-...
3262	Naughty by Nature	Here is something you can't understand\r\nHow ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-hot-potat...
3263	Naughty by Nature	Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyes\r\nMy...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-feels-goo...
3264	Naughty by Nature	This shit’ll straighten your dick out\r\nCan I...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-dirt-all-...
3265	Naughty by Nature	I'm havin' illusions\r\nI'm havin' illusions\r...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-19-naught...
3266	Naughty by Nature	I want to get high, so high\r\nI want to get h...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-thankx-fo...
3267	Naughty by Nature	You wanna have big fame, let me explain\r\nWha...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-clap-yo-h...
3268	Naughty by Nature	Livin on fat pockets on full with the gat\r\nR...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-chain-rem...
3269	Naughty by Nature	Hello, my name is Dr. Greenthumb\r\nHello, my ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-the-hood-...
3270	Naughty by Nature	Low-ri-der, low-ri-der\r\nLow-ri-der, low-ri-d...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-flags-lyrics
3271	Naughty by Nature	Kickin' that\r\nfunky Cypress Hill shit\r\nThi...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-daddy-was...
3272	Naughty by Nature	Boom biddy bye bye\r\nPut your ass on the floo...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-sunshine-...
3273	Naughty by Nature	وعنينا قفلت ودماغنا سافرت، سافرت في حتة تانية\...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-klickow-k...
3274	Naughty by Nature	You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Kil...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-connectio...
3275	Naughty by Nature	We ain't goin' out like that\r\nWe ain't goin'...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-rhymell-s...
3276	Naughty by Nature	"I got a can of kick-ass wit' your motherfucki...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-radio-lyrics
3277	Naughty by Nature	No matter what you just been through\r\nShit h...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-world-go-...
3278	Naughty by Nature	Cisco Kid was a friend of mine\r\nHell yea\r\n...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-hang-out-...
3279	Naughty by Nature	Fuckin buddha comin at'cha live\r\nDirect with...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-live-or-d...
3280	Naughty by Nature	Throw your set in the air \r\nWave it around l...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-respect-d...
3281	Naughty by Nature	[\r\nOutro: Capitán Pingaloca\r\n]\r\n"Esto es...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-its-worki...
3282	Naughty by Nature	Cock the hammer!\r\nCock the hammer, it's time...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-on-the-ru...
3283	Naughty by Nature	Outro: \r\nAight, for everybody\r\nAll our pee...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-holdin-fo...
3284	Naughty by Nature	Feeling fancy in the hip throne\r\nGuayabera\r...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-city-of-c...
3285	Naughty by Nature	Cross the line in the town to be\r\nCypress Hi...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-ring-the-...
3286	Naughty by Nature	[Chorus: Brevi, Sen-Dog &\r\nB-Real\r\n]\r\nFa...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-slang-ban...
3287	Naughty by Nature	Latin lingo, baby, funky bilingual \r\nLatin ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-work-lyrics
3288	Naughty by Nature	Burn my clutch, brain got stuck\r\nSomethin' a...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-naughty-b...
3289	Naughty by Nature	"... in the building next to the location\r\nS...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-wouldve-d...
3290	Naughty by Nature	Hi, boom biddy, bye, bye\r\nYo, open up your e...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-rock-and-...
3291	Naughty by Nature	Yeah\r\nVámonos, dámelo, cáete con ese paquetó...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-i-gotta-l...
3292	Naughty by Nature	She said I want a man with a plan and ambition...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-the-blues...
3293	Naughty by Nature	Once again the powers of the herb open up the ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-intro-ski...
3294	Naughty by Nature		https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-thugs-and...
3295	Naughty by Nature	One-time's not down with us\r\nNow they're loo...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-perfect-p...
3296	Naughty by Nature	When I come in, kickin' with a vengeance\r\nRe...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-the-only-...
3297	Naughty by Nature	Check it out, 1,2, Cypress groove\r\nCheck it ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-feel-me-f...
3298	Naughty by Nature	Yo quiero fumar... mota\r\nYo quiero fumar... ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-written-o...
3299	Naughty by Nature	Stoned is the way of the Walk\r\nStoned is the...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-sleepin-o...
3300	Naughty by Nature	Let the gat hummm\r\nLick a shot!\r\nSo I let ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-thug-love...
3301	Naughty by Nature	Conozco una muchacha y ella es fina\r\nTremend...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-hip-hop-h...
3302	Naughty by Nature	Oh na na , marijuana \r\nOh na na , smoke the ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-naughty-b...
3303	Naughty by Nature	Lawyers, teachers, actors, street cleaners\r\n...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-sleepwalk...
3304	Naughty by Nature	Zippidey-dooda\r\n,\r\nI smoke weed and I got ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-povertys-...
3305	Naughty by Nature	A to the motherfuckin' K homeboy\r\nA to the m...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-uptown-an...
3306	Naughty by Nature	Move 'em out!, Move 'em on out!, \r\nMove 'em ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-opp-20th-...
3307	Naughty by Nature	¿Que tu le que, le que? Ven pa'ca yo te la qui...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-get-to-kn...
3308	Naughty by Nature	'Cause\r\nI put away the shotgun\r\nbought me ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-throw-it-...
3309	Naughty by Nature	Once Upon\r\nMuggs, Sen Dog, Bing, B-Real and ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-outro-lyrics
3310	Naughty by Nature	Can I call mari-juana\r\nIf you wanna party\r\...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-double-i-...
3311	Naughty by Nature	"Marijuana plant is a hemp plant\r\nIt's used ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-hip-hops-...
3312	Naughty by Nature	Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pi...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-craziest-...
3313	Naughty by Nature	Don't be like, uh, a Cubano\r\nBe like ? stone...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-what-u-wa...
3314	Naughty by Nature	You can't get the best of me \r\nCan't get the...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-shout-out...
3315	Naughty by Nature	So many nights I didn't come home, she thought...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-feels-goo...
3316	Naughty by Nature	A hole in your head\r\nA fuckin' hole in your...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-hip-hop-h...
3317	Naughty by Nature	Born with the will to hustle, see we hittin' t...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-wicked-bo...
3318	Naughty by Nature	NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO\r\nTROUBLE'S AT MY DOOOOOOO...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-take-it-t...
3319	Naughty by Nature	Hit the floor, better hit the floor, better hi...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-clap-yo-h...
3320	Naughty by Nature	]\r\nYou're a bitch ass ho\r\nKnockin on my do...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-radio-ski...
3321	Naughty by Nature	Here is something you can't understand\r\nHow ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-the-shive...
3322	Naughty by Nature	Lock and load \r\nCock and squeeze - bang!\r\n...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-opp-ultim...
3323	Naughty by Nature	Check me and I'll check you back	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-knock-em-...
3324	Naughty by Nature	{*beatdown ensues as words fade*}	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-cruddy-cl...
3325	Naughty by Nature	Sitting there pissed as I dwell in my cell\r\n...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-perfect-p...
3326	Naughty by Nature	Standin' on the corner, close to the real esta...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-scuffin-t...
3327	Naughty by Nature	Hang em high\r\nGot the live shit, bang em whe...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-live-then...
3328	Naughty by Nature	x5\r\nTú nunca llegaras a quemar lo que quemo...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-naughty-n...
3329	Naughty by Nature	Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep ...	https://genius.com/Naughty-by-nature-webber-sk...
3330	Cypress Hill	The highlife - hah, hah\r\nThe highlife yeah\r...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-insane-in-the-...
3331	Cypress Hill	I'm the freaka\r\nI'm the freaka\r\nI'm the fr...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-how-i-could-ju...
3332	Cypress Hill	Run your mouth, with your chest out\r\nGo get ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-tequila-sunris...
3333	Cypress Hill	Muggs is dead\r\nMuggs is dead\r\nMuggs is dea...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-hits-from-the-...
3334	Cypress Hill	-Damn, what's up, I see you\r\nPushing that bi...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-illusions-lyrics
3335	Cypress Hill	Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-i-wanna-get-hi...
3336	Cypress Hill	Repeat Chorus	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-rock-superstar...
3337	Cypress Hill	Jesus was a stoner,\r\nuh-huh\r\nBorn in South...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-when-the-shit-...
3338	Cypress Hill	(On to the next spot kid\r\nWe ain't havin it ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-dr-greenthumb-...
3339	Cypress Hill	Take the back seat and smash beats\r\nSmoke bl...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-lowrider-lyrics
3340	Cypress Hill	I ain't fallin' off like Humpty-Dumpty\r\nNigg...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-hand-on-the-pu...
3341	Cypress Hill	La la la la la\r\n La la la la la\r\n La la l...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-boom-biddy-bye...
3342	Cypress Hill	Like one, two, shoot for the moon\r\nIt's like...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-band-of-gypsie...
3343	Cypress Hill	Stay the course, see I hit the trouble head on...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-ice-cube-killa...
3344	Cypress Hill	¿Como te puedo hacer entender?\r\n¿Como te pue...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-i-aint-goin-ou...
3345	Cypress Hill	And that's just the way it is man \r\nY'all mo...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-no-rest-for-th...
3346	Cypress Hill	You know how we talk the talk\r\nWe say, stone...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-rap-superstar-...
3347	Cypress Hill	]\r\nWe ain't goin out, motherfucker \r\nYou d...	https://genius.com/Method-man-redman-cypress-h...
3348	Cypress Hill	I remember my days as youth\r\nTeenage gangste...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-roll-it-up-lig...
3349	Cypress Hill	A couple scums in the street\r\nWe don't care ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-throw-your-set...
3350	Cypress Hill	We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-killa-hill-nig...
3351	Cypress Hill	I say\r\nThe bridge is over, the bridge is ove...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-cock-the-hamme...
3352	Cypress Hill	Fresh for '88, you suckers	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-throw-your-han...
3353	Cypress Hill	South Bronx, the South-South Bronx\r\nSouth Br...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-armada-latina-...
3354	Cypress Hill	La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la, la, la, la\r\nLa-la...	https://genius.com/Rusko-and-cypress-hill-can-...
3355	Cypress Hill	Criminal minded\r\nCriminal minded\r\nCriminal...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-reefer-man-lyrics
3356	Cypress Hill	"Alkebulan" is the original name\r\nOf Africa,...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-latin-lingo-ly...
3357	Cypress Hill	Thats why, \r\nYou know, a lot of people belie...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-crazy-lyrics
3358	Cypress Hill	BDP and me\r\nWe step into the party top celeb...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-pigs-lyrics
3359	Cypress Hill	I'm teaching poetry\r\nI'm teaching poetry\r\n...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-boom-biddy-bye...
3360	Cypress Hill	The girlies is free 'cause the crack costs mon...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-locos-lyrics
3361	Cypress Hill	I.C.U. is in the house\r\nMiss Melodie is in t...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-whats-your-num...
3362	Cypress Hill	In the field of music I'll always pass by\r\nG...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-spark-another-...
3363	Cypress Hill	Daddy comes through the door\r\nNow I'm thinki...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-ganja-bus-lyrics
3364	Cypress Hill	{*DJ scratches "What can we get for 63 cents?"...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-locotes-lyrics
3365	Cypress Hill	Kool Moe Dee\r\n, he's down with us\r\nEric B....	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-3-lil-putos-ly...
3366	Cypress Hill	Beef, what a relief\r\nWhen will this poisonou...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-stoned-raiders...
3367	Cypress Hill	This is DJ Red Alert ....	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-yo-quiero-fuma...
3368	Cypress Hill	The day begins, with a grin\r\nAnd a prayer to...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-stoned-is-the-...
3369	Cypress Hill	I've been taught to respect my elders and beha...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-lick-a-shot-ly...
3370	Cypress Hill	Wake up!\r\nTake the pillow from your head and...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-tres-equis-lyrics
3371	Cypress Hill	This is a test\r\nOf the Boogie Down Productio...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-oh-na-na-lyrics
3372	Cypress Hill	Scott La Rock \r\nScott La Rock \r\nScott La R...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-kush-lyrics
3373	Cypress Hill	(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but w...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-strictly-hip-h...
3374	Cypress Hill	What can I say, o ye of little faith\r\nTo thi...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-a-to-the-k-lyrics
3375	Cypress Hill	Now.. after all that\r\nIf anybody out there S...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-make-a-move-ly...
3376	Cypress Hill	When some get together and think of rap, they ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-siempre-peligr...
3377	Cypress Hill	It takes 7 Dee Jays to control a sound\r\nIt t...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-hand-on-the-gl...
3378	Cypress Hill	Yeah we in there, yeah yeah \r\nKRS, Kenny Par...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-life-lyrics
3379	Cypress Hill	Drug dealer\r\nDrug dealer\r\nDrug dealer\r\nD...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-i-love-you-mar...
3380	Cypress Hill	Come to the t'cha, come mi say come to the t'c...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-legalize-it-ly...
3381	Cypress Hill	Alright, now here we go	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-high-times-lyrics
3382	Cypress Hill	Give it to em!\r\nNuff respect! And praise to ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-latin-thugs-ly...
3383	Cypress Hill	What? Me don't wan, sex and violence, sex and ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-cant-get-the-b...
3384	Cypress Hill	Fire!	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-carry-me-away-...
3385	Cypress Hill	DUCK! DUCK!\r\nSucker MC's duck down!\r\nDUCK!...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-hole-in-the-he...
3386	Cypress Hill	You were put here to protect us\r\nBut who pro...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-rise-up-lyrics
3387	Cypress Hill	"What the fuck" I asked as I laid there\r\n"Ho...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-trouble-lyrics
3388	Cypress Hill	SAY GAL! Why you comin to the hotel?\r\nSAY GA...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-pass-the-knife...
3389	Cypress Hill	Ah one two yeah, and ya don't stop\r\nAh three...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-stank-ass-hoe-...
3390	Cypress Hill	Yess.. capitalism will confuse these people, h...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-here-is-someth...
3391	Cypress Hill	Mental-physical, metaphysical	https://genius.com/Rusko-and-cypress-hill-lez-...
3392	Cypress Hill	DJ Kenny Parker takin out these sucker DJ's\r\...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-what-go-around...
3393	Cypress Hill	I'm the freshest thing on the mic don't mess w...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-looking-throug...
3394	Cypress Hill	[Verse 3: KRS-One + Freddie Foxxx +\r\nKRS-One...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-busted-in-the-...
3395	Cypress Hill	One two\r\nRap music, what does it mean\r\nWha...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-the-phuncky-fe...
3396	Cypress Hill	"Swell and laid back, mellow\r\nMake it sweet,...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-checkmate-lyrics
3397	Cypress Hill	Hip-hop rule, hip-hop rule\r\nAnd these other ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-fuego-lyrics
3398	Cypress Hill	Yes yes I'm Special K\r\nOn New York's Two sho...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-i-remember-tha...
3399	Cypress Hill	If we really want world peace\r\nAnd we want i...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-highlife-lyrics
3400	Cypress Hill	Yeah...\r\nYou could call a man a bum with dis...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-funk-freakers-...
3401	Cypress Hill	Pick up that money, ho!\r\nPick up that money,...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-cuban-necktie-...
3402	Cypress Hill	Nice & Smooth dem have a title \r\nFlavor Unit...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-muggs-is-dead-...
3403	Cypress Hill	The blueprint!\r\nMusty, fusty, yet so crystal...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-killafornia-ly...
3404	Cypress Hill	If you a black herb smuggler\r\nThey will, wat...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-real-estate-ly...
3405	Cypress Hill	Now take it on back \r\nOriginal.. original.. ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-latin-thugs-ra...
3406	Cypress Hill	Breath control..\r\nThat's it, that's it, that...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-jesus-was-a-st...
3407	Cypress Hill	History can never be made by one man,\r\nwe mu...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-break-em-off-s...
3408	Cypress Hill	But all these magazines'll vanish before you w...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-red-meth-and-b...
3409	Cypress Hill	* D-Nice scratches "Jack.. Jack.." *\r\n Break...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-let-it-rain-ly...
3410	Cypress Hill	Because we got to advance!\r\nWe got to advanc...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-get-it-anyway-...
3411	Cypress Hill	Now understand, rap is rebellious music\r\nThe...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-stairway-to-he...
3412	Cypress Hill	All you white people out there that think you'...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-put-em-in-the-...
3413	Cypress Hill	Ya know, so we wanna clear the air\r\nAnd let ...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-no-entiendes-l...
3414	Cypress Hill	Am I supposed to stand here?\r\nThese bright l...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-can-i-get-a-hi...
3415	Cypress Hill	Lincoln said, in this piece here, he says... h...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-everybody-must...
3416	Cypress Hill	When you realize you have this army, or one co...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-kronologik-lyrics
3417	Cypress Hill	You know what? I used to be a graffiti artist\...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-memories-lyrics
3418	Cypress Hill	We're not done, we're not done, we're not done...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-it-aint-nothin...
3419	Cypress Hill	Chorus\r\nNice & Smooth dem have a title\r\nFl...	https://genius.com/Cypress-hill-prelude-to-a-c...
3420	Boogie Down Productions	Kool Moe Dee, he's down with us\r\nEric B. and...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3421	Boogie Down Productions	A girl tried to take me out one day\r\nFor a p...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-my-...
3422	Boogie Down Productions	Feel the vibe, feel the beat\r\nFeel the vibe,...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sou...
3423	Boogie Down Productions	Ghetto music\r\nGhetto music\r\nGhetto music\r...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-9mm...
3424	Boogie Down Productions	So take it slow amigo... feeling ??? and laid ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-cri...
3425	Boogie Down Productions	We are not a front and, we are no fraud\r\nEve...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-you...
3426	Boogie Down Productions	Yeah we in there, yeah yeah \r\nNow that I'm b...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-lov...
3427	Boogie Down Productions	"Don't gimme da-dis, don't gimme da-dat, don't...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sto...
3428	Boogie Down Productions	I say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over,...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-poe...
3429	Boogie Down Productions	Criminal minded	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-rem...
3430	Boogie Down Productions	South Bronx, the South South Bronx\r\nSouth Br...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-dop...
3431	Boogie Down Productions	South Bronx, the South South Bronx\r\nThe huma...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sup...
3432	Boogie Down Productions	Verse Three:\r\nCool like the air we breathe\r...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-13-...
3433	Boogie Down Productions	I'm teaching poetry\r\nI'm teaching poetry\r\n...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ill...
3434	Boogie Down Productions	Because we got to advance!\r\nWe got to advanc...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-im-...
3435	Boogie Down Productions	Mental-physical, metaphysical	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bee...
3436	Boogie Down Productions	Verse Three:\r\nCool like the air we breathe\r...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-jim...
3437	Boogie Down Productions	She keeps on passing me by\r\nShe keeps on pas...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-why...
3438	Boogie Down Productions	It's 1995\r\nAnd now that I'm older, stress we...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3439	Boogie Down Productions	Shit is Crazy \r\nBut a whole lifetime\r\nWow...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bla...
3440	Boogie Down Productions	Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat \r\nWe rode up on ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-wor...
3441	Boogie Down Productions	Shit, oh shit\r\nOh shit, oh shit\r\nOh shit, ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ele...
3442	Boogie Down Productions	Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough\r\...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ya-...
3443	Boogie Down Productions	Like this... \r\nLike this... \r\nLike this......	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-hou...
3444	Boogie Down Productions	And she said...\r\nIt'll be good if you stayed...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bui...
3445	Boogie Down Productions	Well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where a...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-nec...
3446	Boogie Down Productions	Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is t...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-7-d...
3447	Boogie Down Productions	How long can you freak the funk?\r\nHow long c...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-we-...
3448	Boogie Down Productions	Please please, what, please please check it ou...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-dru...
3449	Boogie Down Productions	Flip fly caught you soarin sky high\r\nBut a f...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-tch...
3450	Boogie Down Productions	Come on and taste the real, step on inside\r\n...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-par...
3451	Boogie Down Productions	Please, don't pull me over Mr. Officer\r\nDon'...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-edu...
3452	Boogie Down Productions	So let me speak about the freak So let me spea...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sex...
3453	Boogie Down Productions	You gotta get on up off of that bullshit, stop...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-100...
3454	Boogie Down Productions	Ayyo yo yo I tell you what's up I tell you tel...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-duc...
3455	Boogie Down Productions	The way that momma raised us was pure faith\r\...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-who...
3456	Boogie Down Productions	Now everyday I wake up, I be rolling down the ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bo-...
3457	Boogie Down Productions	And I still, gotta ask\r\nYou could've told me...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-say...
3458	Boogie Down Productions	You see back in the days crime pays\r\nBut now...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ya-...
3459	Boogie Down Productions	Bam! Who's next? \r\nIf I were President, if I...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ya-...
3460	Boogie Down Productions	Beam me-beam me-beam me up, Scotty\r\nNot as t...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3461	Boogie Down Productions	Ohahaheeeeeyyyayyaaaaayeahhhhhhh\r\n*drum roll...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3462	Boogie Down Productions	She keeps passin' me by \r\nShe keeps passin' ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-lik...
3463	Boogie Down Productions	If you're listening \r\nThis one here goes out...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ruf...
3464	Boogie Down Productions	If you're listening \r\nThis one here goes out...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-exh...
3465	Boogie Down Productions	X3\r\nI gotta kick somethin that means someth...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-poi...
3466	Boogie Down Productions	And she said\r\nIt'll be good if you stayed wi...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-hip...
3467	Boogie Down Productions	{*scratched: "pandemonium"*}\r\nMere men are t...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ori...
3468	Boogie Down Productions	Leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot\...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-wor...
3469	Boogie Down Productions	Oh yeah, 342nd airborne\r\nParatrooper platoon..	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3470	Boogie Down Productions	To most pain is unappealing\r\nBut pain is wha...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-who...
3471	Boogie Down Productions	Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3472	Boogie Down Productions	Do we believe that we're civilized, sophistica...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3473	Boogie Down Productions	It's 1995!\r\nAnd now that I'm older, stress w...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-30-...
3474	Boogie Down Productions	Ooh...\r\nSmooth...\r\nScooby-doo-wow, scooby-...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-gim...
3475	Boogie Down Productions	Smoking blunts, driving ninety racing on the P...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bre...
3476	Boogie Down Productions	Bah dah bha bha bha bha bha\r\nBha ba da da da...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-exh...
3477	Boogie Down Productions	I jumped inside the jeep as I embark on my dar...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-que...
3478	Boogie Down Productions	Oh I... I don't know what it is... but\r\nSome...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bre...
3479	Boogie Down Productions	And misery, \r\nWhy you wanna take me there? ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-jac...
3480	Boogie Down Productions	Ya, ya\r\nYou need to stop fronting act like y...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-adv...
3481	Boogie Down Productions	Don't you ever try to get with this\r\nIt just...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-how...
3482	Boogie Down Productions	I thought of all the possibilities in my facil...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-exh...
3483	Boogie Down Productions	I ain't fooled by the appearance\r\nYou still ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-exh...
3484	Boogie Down Productions	Hella zoned, hella blown\r\nHit up my man on t...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ess...
3485	Boogie Down Productions	It's all good baby baby\r\nIt's all good, bab...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-exh...
3486	Boogie Down Productions	AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLL LIIIIIIIIIVE!\r\n + \r\nAll...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-say...
3487	Boogie Down Productions	I guess everybody needs somebody to love\r\nYo...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-exh...
3488	Boogie Down Productions	When it seems, there's no one to trust\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ner...
3489	Boogie Down Productions	-Pharcyde Guestlist lyrics\r\nDont know if its...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-you...
3490	Boogie Down Productions	You better stop!\r\nAnd think about it...\r\nN...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3491	Boogie Down Productions	Imani:\r\nReminition is to make the ends blend...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ori...
3492	Boogie Down Productions	I-I-I-I-I-I got some Bubble Berry\r\nYou got s...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-im-...
3493	Boogie Down Productions	I bet you're too...\r\nNear me to hear me, cro...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-p-i...
3494	Boogie Down Productions	Hook\r\nOutro:\r\nStill gotta give a shoot out...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-fee...
3495	Boogie Down Productions	Hook\r\nOutro:\r\nStill gotta give a shoot out...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-ghe...
3496	Boogie Down Productions	Money and sex and drugs and violence\r\nAnd ic...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-poi...
3497	Boogie Down Productions	Can't keep runnin' away.....\r\nVerse One: Fat...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-jah...
3498	Boogie Down Productions	'Cause every time I step to the microphone\r\n...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-we-...
3499	Boogie Down Productions	'Cause every time I step to the microphone\r\n...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-we-...
3500	Boogie Down Productions	Like this \r\nLike this	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sco...
3501	Boogie Down Productions	Not A Tribe Called Quest, but you know that I ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-the...
3502	Boogie Down Productions	Ah, ya mom is so fat \r\nWe rode up on her bac...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-cri...
3503	Boogie Down Productions	Well, ya mom is so fat \r\nWe ride on her back...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-bdp...
3504	Boogie Down Productions	Ya Mama remix is wack\r\nYa Mama remix is wack...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sou...
3505	Boogie Down Productions	I separate the good stuff from the junk\r\nHow...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-poe...
3506	Boogie Down Productions	In the sea, that is, in the sea\r\n In the se...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-poe...
3507	Boogie Down Productions	In the sea, that is\r\nYou know there's other ...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-adv...
3508	Boogie Down Productions	"But nevertheless, I'll say it again"\r\n"But,...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-poe...
3509	Boogie Down Productions	Eee Ah Ooh Ah Ah\r\nEee Ah Ooh Ah Ah\r\nEe...	https://genius.com/Boogie-down-productions-sup...
3510	The Pharcyde	Eee Ah Ooh Ah Ah\r\nEee Ah Ooh Ah Ah\r\nEe...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-passin-me-by-l...
3511	The Pharcyde	Ah, ya mom is so fat \r\nWe rode up on her bac...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-runnin-lyrics
3512	The Pharcyde	I separate the good stuff from the junk\r\nHow...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-drop-lyrics
3513	The Pharcyde	Bongs, blunts, joints, pipes, Cali green team\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-ya-mama-lyrics
3514	The Pharcyde	And we’re living in the lifestyle\r\nLiving wi...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-oh-shit-lyrics
3515	The Pharcyde	And we’re living in the lifestyle\r\nLiving wi...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-otha-fish-lyrics
3516	The Pharcyde	Like this... \r\nLike this... \r\nLike this......	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-4-better-or-4-...
3517	The Pharcyde	Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough\r\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-she-said-lyrics
3518	The Pharcyde	She keeps on passin' me by\r\nShe keeps on pas...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-pack-the-pipe-...
3519	The Pharcyde	She keeps on passin' me by\r\nShe keeps on pas...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-im-that-type-o...
3520	The Pharcyde	She keeps on passin' me by\r\nShe keeps on pas...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-soul-flower-re...
3521	The Pharcyde	Ay, two of ‘em, fool\r\nHe got two samples to ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-return-of-the-...
3522	The Pharcyde	Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some,...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-on-the-dl-lyrics
3523	The Pharcyde	I gotta stay fly-y-y-y, y-y, y-y, y\r\n'Til I ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-pharcyde-lyrics
3524	The Pharcyde	Tell me, Three 6\r\nWho's that bumpin that mus...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-officer-lyrics
3525	The Pharcyde	Now every since I could remember I been poppin...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-groupie-therap...
3526	The Pharcyde	Man these hoes think we prove things, leave a ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-y-be-like-that...
3527	The Pharcyde	Is it the Marijuana that got my mind clickin'?...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-bullshit-lyrics
3528	The Pharcyde	First, I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of the...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-its-jiggaboo-t...
3529	The Pharcyde	Jumpin' out of the house\r\nFresh black Jordan...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-devil-music-ly...
3530	The Pharcyde	Now tell me something has emerged\r\nWe ... ag...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-the-end-lyrics
3531	The Pharcyde	Break the law, break the law, break the law, b...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-knew-u-lyrics
3532	The Pharcyde	Half on a sack of some blow\r\nHalf on a s—, h...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-the-hustle-lyrics
3533	The Pharcyde	Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell ra...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-if-i-were-pres...
3534	The Pharcyde	The dick is in your mouth\r\nLong and hard, oh...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-hey-you-lyrics
3535	The Pharcyde	Triple six, triple six, triple six\r\nSmoked o...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-quintons-on-th...
3536	The Pharcyde	Here we go, all you weak-ass hoes in my face l...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-passin-me-by-f...
3537	The Pharcyde	[Hook: Juicy J,\r\nDJ Paul\r\n]\r\nWith my cre...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-moment-in-time...
3538	The Pharcyde	Therefore all you cliques, and you clans, and ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-4-better-or-4-...
3539	The Pharcyde	CHORUS\r\nWhy you playin?\r\nBoy yo' baby need...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-somethin-that-...
3540	The Pharcyde	Where is the bud\r\nWhere is the bud\r\nWhere ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-she-said-jay-d...
3541	The Pharcyde	Tear da club up, nigga, tear da club up\r\nAll...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-pandemonium-ly...
3542	The Pharcyde	Somebody gon' get they ass kicked\r\nSomebody ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-trust-lyrics
3543	The Pharcyde	Straight from the North bitch, ridge grove is ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-splattitorium-...
3544	The Pharcyde	Lick my nuts, lick my nuts, suck my butt, suck...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-frontline-lyrics
3545	The Pharcyde	Infamous is comin' strapped like an Italian-Ar...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-pain-lyrics
3546	The Pharcyde	Spooky midnight has fallen and now the moon is...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-network-lyrics
3547	The Pharcyde	But now my niggas talkin' about robbin', well\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-world-lyrics
3548	The Pharcyde	I be smokin' on motherfuckin weed and chiefin'...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-runnin-philipp...
3549	The Pharcyde	Theres no Christ in my life\r\nTheres no game ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-pack-the-pipe-...
3550	The Pharcyde	Sucks on dick\r\nDoes it real good\r\nSucks su...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-rush-lyrics
3551	The Pharcyde	I bet you won't\r\nHit a motherfucker, hit a m...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-emerald-butter...
3552	The Pharcyde	In da game \r\nDope game, dope-dope game cocai...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-y-be-like-that...
3553	The Pharcyde	Suck a nigga dick\r\nSuck a nigga dick\r\nSuck...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-somethin-lyrics
3554	The Pharcyde	Ohh, that's how it is in the ghetto\r\nMothers...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-misery-lyrics
3555	The Pharcyde	Should I let a nigga live?\r\nShould I let a n...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-illusions-lyrics
3556	The Pharcyde	I saw my dog with the center circles so I \r\n...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-just-dont-matt...
3557	The Pharcyde	One cold winter of many tales\r\nTrails of blo...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-freaky-lyrics
3558	The Pharcyde	My cars inside peanut butter outside jelly\r\n...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-my-agenda-lyrics
3559	The Pharcyde	In my fuckin' head I vision bloody red\r\nAs I...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-evolution-lyrics
3560	The Pharcyde	Do you remember me from smoking good weed\r\nB...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-blaze-lyrics
3561	The Pharcyde	I like to kiss that weak gal moving tongue wit...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-its-all-good-l...
3562	The Pharcyde	It was a long night when I was locked down in\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-all-live-lyrics
3563	The Pharcyde	If you niggas ain't scared, throw yo setts in ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-she-said-mike-...
3564	The Pharcyde	Yeah I'mma fly till I die, gettin' high as the...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-trust-remix-ly...
3565	The Pharcyde	Man a bitch'll take that lil bit out her pussy...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-feeling-lyrics
3566	The Pharcyde	Juicy's in the motherfuckin' house, fins'to pe...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-guestlist-lyrics
3567	The Pharcyde	Yeah I know what ya mean\r\nI had to stand on ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-the-rubbers-so...
3568	The Pharcyde	Crazy off the bud sac\r\nCrazy off the bud sac...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-funny-style-pa...
3569	The Pharcyde	I'm in the club I'm posted up\r\nA nigga talk ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-i-smoke-lyrics
3570	The Pharcyde	Back when I was broke didn't nobody wanna fuck...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-the-cyde-lyrics
3571	The Pharcyde	Wit dem toys yeah we got em\r\nMake the noise ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-manifest-lyrics
3572	The Pharcyde	]\r\nNine muthafuckin' millimeter, ain't no tr...	https://genius.com/The-far-side-formerly-of-th...
3573	The Pharcyde	Killa, killa, killa\r\nMurderer, murderer, mur...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-storm-lyrics
3574	The Pharcyde	Plenty money and dope\r\nA lot of fine hoes\r\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-runnin-rae-and...
3575	The Pharcyde	Pimpin' and robbin' and droppin' these suckas ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-my-soul-lyrics
3576	The Pharcyde	Lolli lolli lolli lolli, let me see you pop th...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-heart-and-soul...
3577	The Pharcyde	Now niggas always talking that fuckin' shit\r\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-4-better-or-4-...
3578	The Pharcyde	See first I'm gonna buy me a cold two liter\r\...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-pork-lyrics
3579	The Pharcyde	Im hittin on some small niggas\r\nSmoke coke\r...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-ya-mama-murphy...
3580	The Pharcyde	We be just another crazy clique, doing whateve...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-ya-mama-j-sw-f...
3581	The Pharcyde	I met a little freak bitch, who always wore ti...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-quintons-on-th...
3582	The Pharcyde	Fuck dat nigga \r\nBang bang bang bang\r\nFuck...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-soul-flower-re...
3583	The Pharcyde	Lil Fly comin' out hard for the '94\r\nTime to...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-otha-fish-the-...
3584	The Pharcyde	I got this plan, this plan to rob a man\r\nTel...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-otha-fish-la-j...
3585	The Pharcyde	No I'm not that nigga that be hugged up with y...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-passin-me-by-i...
3586	The Pharcyde	Chillin' at the hideout, smokin' out, not worr...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-live-at-dodger...
3587	The Pharcyde	The dick, the dick, that's in your mouth, long...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-runnin-instrum...
3588	The Pharcyde	Killa Klan, come get this, big business\r\nMot...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-ya-mama-acapel...
3589	The Pharcyde	Why y'all Test My Gangsta\r\nThese bitches Tes...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-soul-flower-do...
3590	The Pharcyde	To all you dirty hoes I'm sayin' fuck you	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-gotcha-lookin-...
3591	The Pharcyde	Never take her for the reasons of a killa\r\nS...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-bongloads-ii-l...
3592	The Pharcyde	I be like in the wind, I'm gon' holler at ya f...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-la-lyrics
3593	The Pharcyde	Now when it comes to getting bread I got the k...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-phantasy-lyrics
3594	The Pharcyde	Smack a bitch\r\nJack a bitch\r\nTake a nigga ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-4-better-or-4-...
3595	The Pharcyde	Keep my name out yo mouth cause you dont kno w...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-otha-fish-acap...
3596	The Pharcyde	I'm looking for them J-Lo booties\r\nBut I ain...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-passin-me-by-a...
3597	The Pharcyde	See I done built me a two story house up on a ...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-and-jurassic-5...
3598	The Pharcyde	Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on tha...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-bullshit-instr...
3599	The Pharcyde	Aw, yeah, the Three 6 Mafia\r\nBack in the mot...	https://genius.com/The-pharcyde-little-d-lyrics
3600	Three 6 Mafia	{*music to fade*}	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-sippin-on-som...
3601	Three 6 Mafia	Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!\r...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-stay-fly-lyrics
3602	Three 6 Mafia	It's gon be another deadly night more violent,...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-late-nite-tip...
3603	Three 6 Mafia	Talk is cheap\r\nI hear you talking but you ai...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-poppin-my-col...
3604	Three 6 Mafia	I met this fool last week\r\nWho said he slang...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-its-hard-out-...
3605	Three 6 Mafia	I say DJ turn the music up \r\nAnd send anothe...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-ridin-n-tha-c...
3606	Three 6 Mafia	Juicy J is in the house\r\n]\r\nDon't be scare...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-live-by-yo-re...
3607	Three 6 Mafia	Blow a nigga ass off\r\nAss off, ass off\r\nBu...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-playa-hataz-l...
3608	Three 6 Mafia	North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-mystic-styles...
3609	Three 6 Mafia	Fuck the police, fuck the— fuck the—\r\nFuck t...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-break-da-law-...
3610	Three 6 Mafia	Damn, that shit was dope!	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-half-on-a-sac...
3611	Three 6 Mafia	Gangsta, Gangsta! That's what they're yellin'\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-walk-up-to-yo...
3612	Three 6 Mafia	Express yourself \r\nExpress yourself \r\nCome...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-porno-movie-l...
3613	Three 6 Mafia	Dopeman, dopeman!\r\nHey man give me a hit\r\n...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-now-im-high-r...
3614	Three 6 Mafia	A pencil, a pen, or a Glock\r\nI'm the origina...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-who-run-it-ly...
3615	Three 6 Mafia	I once knew a bitch who got slapped\r\n'Cause ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-da-summa-lyrics
3616	Three 6 Mafia	Black, the good, the bad, the ugly, you see\r\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-fuckin-wit-di...
3617	Three 6 Mafia	"Cops put a hurting on your ass, man\r\nYou kn...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-baby-mama-lyrics
3618	Three 6 Mafia	Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'\r\nDic...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-wheres-da-bud...
3619	Three 6 Mafia	1991 and N.W.A get the job done\r\nAdmiral Dan...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-tear-da-club-...
3620	Three 6 Mafia	It's the world's biggest dick\r\nDon't matter ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-some-bodies-g...
3621	Three 6 Mafia	If it ain't ruff, it ain't me\r\nThe gangsta's...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-mask-and-da-g...
3622	Three 6 Mafia	But you said you love me!\r\nI don't see no ri...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-lick-my-nuts-...
3623	Three 6 Mafia	Olde English 800, because that's my brand\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-grab-tha-gaug...
3624	Three 6 Mafia	Little did they know that I would be arriving\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-now-im-hi-pt-...
3625	Three 6 Mafia	Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit u...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-sweet-robbery...
3626	Three 6 Mafia	Nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga, please\r\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-im-so-hi-lyrics
3627	Three 6 Mafia	]\r\nWell I'm the dopeman, yeah boy, I wear co...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-body-parts-ly...
3628	Three 6 Mafia	That's the way it goes in the city of Compton,...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-slob-on-my-kn...
3629	Three 6 Mafia	Now MC Ren\r\nWhat up?\r\nMy mellow\r\nA check...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-hit-a-muthafu...
3630	Three 6 Mafia	Express Yourself\r\nDo it good...\r\nExpress Y...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-in-da-game-ly...
3631	Three 6 Mafia	It's the world's biggest dick\r\nDon't matter ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-suck-a-niggas...
3632	Three 6 Mafia	[Verse 5: Dr. Dre, MC Ren,\r\nDr Dre & MC Ren\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-back-against-...
3633	Three 6 Mafia	I'd rather fuck with you\r\nCause the other bi...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-sleep-lyrics
3634	Three 6 Mafia	A message to Benedict Arnold:\r\nNo matter how...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-ridin-spinner...
3635	Three 6 Mafia	"I-iiiiiii, just want to celebrate!"\r\nYeah, ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-anyone-out-th...
3636	Three 6 Mafia	Now MC Ren is here working like super glue\r\n...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-doe-boy-fresh...
3637	Three 6 Mafia	One less\r\nOne less\r\nOne less bitch you got...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-gotta-touch-e...
3638	Three 6 Mafia	]\r\nYo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-bin-laden-lyrics
3639	Three 6 Mafia	Yeah, that shit was funky, you know what I'm s...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-like-a-pimp-r...
3640	Three 6 Mafia	Yeah that shit's hittin man, where the volume ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-long-nite-lyrics
3641	Three 6 Mafia	Yo, give me somethin' to dance to\r\nCalling t...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-its-a-fight-l...
3642	Three 6 Mafia	Look my nigga, we can scatter like buckshots\r...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-throw-yo-sets...
3643	Three 6 Mafia	Surprise, niggas!\r\nYou don't think I could d...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-stay-fly-stil...
3644	Three 6 Mafia	Yeah, motherfuckers!\r\nKeepin' all you buster...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-memphis-lyrics
3645	Three 6 Mafia	City of Compton!\r\nCity of Compton!\r\nEazy i...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-stomp-lyrics
3646	Three 6 Mafia	Final approach to danger, death, destruction a...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-in-2-deep-lyrics
3647	Three 6 Mafia	Gangsta, gangsta, that's what they yelling\r\n...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-where-da-bud-...
3648	Three 6 Mafia	They played out, that's what niggas were chant...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-side-2-side-l...
3649	Three 6 Mafia	The Panic Zone, don't get your girl in here\r\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-jealous-ass-b...
3650	Three 6 Mafia	Yo! Bitch, don't you know I'll beat your mothe...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-id-rather-lyrics
3651	Three 6 Mafia	Dr. Dre:\r\nYo man I need some muthafucking pu...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-mafia-niggaz-...
3652	Three 6 Mafia	Cruisin' down the street in my 64'\r\nJockin' ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-nine-to-yo-do...
3653	Three 6 Mafia	[Verse 5: Dr. Dre, MC Ren,\r\nDr Dre & MC Ren\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-big-bizness-l...
3654	Three 6 Mafia	Motherfuckin' nowhere, motherfucker!\r\nNah Fu...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-all-or-nothin...
3655	Three 6 Mafia	Four bad motherfuckers\r\nGet off the dick mot...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-pimpin-and-ro...
3656	Three 6 Mafia	Hi!\r\n \r\n... and it gets excited!\r\n... ba...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-lolli-lolli-p...
3657	Three 6 Mafia	Real niggas, straight off the streets of Compt...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-talk-ya-ass-o...
3658	Three 6 Mafia	Everybody, put your motherfuckin' hands in the...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-put-cha-d-in-...
3659	Three 6 Mafia	Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'\r\nAnd...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-fuck-yall-hoe...
3660	Three 6 Mafia	Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin'\r\nAnd...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-just-another-...
3661	Three 6 Mafia	But anyway, fuck all the shit you know\r\nYou ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-charging-thes...
3662	Three 6 Mafia	Yo, because I'm in it for life\r\nAnd in the b...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-fuck-that-nig...
3663	Three 6 Mafia	And fuck it, I'ma just let you talk to Ren, ma...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-victim-of-thi...
3664	Three 6 Mafia	Express yourself\r\nExpress yourself\r\nCome o...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-money-flow-ly...
3665	Three 6 Mafia	Fuck tha police!\r\nFuck tha police!\r\nFuck t...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-no-im-not-dat...
3666	Three 6 Mafia	Yo, pass the brew Ren while I tear it up\r\nAn...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-funky-town-ly...
3667	Three 6 Mafia	You know what I'm saying you know what I'm say...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-long-and-hard...
3668	Three 6 Mafia	Ayyio Ren, won't tell them what the fuck you ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-be-a-witness-...
3669	Three 6 Mafia	Rakim, check this out\r\nYo, you go to your gi...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-testin-my-gan...
3670	Three 6 Mafia	I hold the microphone like a grudge\r\nB'll ho...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-fuck-all-dem-...
3671	Three 6 Mafia	Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorized it\r\n...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-destruction-t...
3672	Three 6 Mafia	Rakim\r\nThe R\r\nRakim'll say peace\r\nFollow...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-good-stuff-ly...
3673	Three 6 Mafia	I was a fiend before I became a teen\r\nI melt...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-poppin-my-col...
3674	Three 6 Mafia	Now I'm a stop to see what you got\r\nGet off ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-life-or-death...
3675	Three 6 Mafia	A brand new morn', no time to yawn\r\nShower's...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-keep-my-name-...
3676	Three 6 Mafia	I made it easy to dance to this\r\nBut can you...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-squeeze-it-ly...
3677	Three 6 Mafia	Never sweat the technique\r\nDon't sweat the t...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-walk-up-2-yo-...
3678	Three 6 Mafia	Knowledge will begin until I finish this song\...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-gettem-crunk-...
3679	Three 6 Mafia	The "R" is in the house, too much tension!\r\n...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-da-beginning-...
3680	Three 6 Mafia	I'm from the \r\nWord up\r\nPeace	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-roll-wit-it-l...
3681	Three 6 Mafia	Over me, she’s goin’ crazy\r\nShe’ll rub me on...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-fuck-that-shi...
3682	Three 6 Mafia	Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go\r\nR...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-gotcha-shakin...
3683	Three 6 Mafia	'Cause now I know what's on your mind	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-weak-ass-bitc...
3684	Three 6 Mafia	Standing by the speaker, suddenly I had this\r...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-bodyparts-2-l...
3685	Three 6 Mafia	Competition for this and the mixin is none\r\n...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-barrin-you-bi...
3686	Three 6 Mafia	Causalities Of War\r\nCausalities Of War\r\nCa...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-feel-it-lyrics
3687	Three 6 Mafia	(Im nin'alu daltei n'divim\r\nDaltei marom lo ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-dont-be-scare...
3688	Three 6 Mafia	Kill 'em again!\r\nDangerous rhymes performed ...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-blow-a-niggas...
3689	Three 6 Mafia	I'm the Alpha with no Omega\r\nBeginnin' witho...	https://genius.com/Three-6-mafia-niggaz-aint-b...
3690	N.W.A	I'm the Alpha with no Omega\r\nBeginnin' witho...	https://genius.com/Nwa-fuck-tha-police-lyrics
3691	N.W.A	How could I keep my composure?\r\nWhen all sor...	https://genius.com/Nwa-straight-outta-compton-...
3692	N.W.A	We gotta teach the children every day, keep a ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-gangsta-gangsta-lyrics
3693	N.W.A	Clap your hands, clap your hands\r\nClap your ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-express-yourself-lyrics
3694	N.W.A	Clap your hands, clap your hands\r\nClap your ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-dope-man-lyrics
3695	N.W.A	You know what I'm sayin'?\r\nThe microphone fi...	https://genius.com/Nwa-chin-check-lyrics
3696	N.W.A	Tempo's movin' and I'm hopin' it'll never fade...	https://genius.com/Nwa-a-bitch-iz-a-bitch-lyrics
3697	N.W.A	Put on my thinking cap, pump the track\r\nTest...	https://genius.com/Nwa-real-niggaz-lyrics
3698	N.W.A	Pass the hand grenade, it's gonna blow 'cause ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-appetite-for-destructio...
3699	N.W.A	See if you can step to this\r\nBack to the lab...	https://genius.com/Nwa-100-miles-and-runnin-ly...
3700	N.W.A	The crime rate in New York State elevate\r\nA ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-alwayz-into-somethin-ly...
3701	N.W.A	The crime rate in New York State elevate\r\nA ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-she-swallowed-it-lyrics
3702	N.W.A	Check one, then I'ma check another one too\r\n...	https://genius.com/Nwa-if-it-aint-ruff-lyrics
3703	N.W.A	Run for cover\r\nHere I go again, ready to flo...	https://genius.com/Nwa-i-aint-tha-1-lyrics
3704	N.W.A	I came to set 'em straight, and let 'em know\r...	https://genius.com/Nwa-8-ball-lyrics
3705	N.W.A	It's to the listeners\r\nIt's to the listeners...	https://genius.com/Nwa-parental-discretion-iz-...
3706	N.W.A	Alright, me being the true mac man that I am, ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-8-ball-remix-lyrics
3707	N.W.A	They can't wait to kick steps to this\r\nSo, I...	https://genius.com/Nwa-niggaz-4-life-lyrics
3708	N.W.A	Feel secure\r\nRest assured\r\nRest assured\r\...	https://genius.com/Nwa-dopeman-remix-lyrics
3709	N.W.A	As I, keep 'em eager to listen\r\nI used to al...	https://genius.com/Nwa-straight-outta-compton-...
3710	N.W.A	"Check out my melody"\r\nHere's my melody\r\nE...	https://genius.com/Nwa-findum-fuckum-and-flee-...
3711	N.W.A	The microphone fiend	https://genius.com/Nwa-express-yourself-extend...
3712	N.W.A	Yes, my melody\r\nEric B\r\nMarley Marl synthe...	https://genius.com/Nwa-just-dont-bite-it-lyrics
3713	N.W.A	Yes, my melody\r\nEric B\r\nMarley Marl synthe...	https://genius.com/Nwa-comptons-n-the-house-re...
3714	N.W.A	Now throw you hands in the air and yo, go\r\nR...	https://genius.com/Nwa-id-rather-fuck-you-lyrics
3715	N.W.A	Goddam that DJ made my day\r\nEric B	https://genius.com/Nwa-message-to-ba-lyrics
3716	N.W.A	It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left y...	https://genius.com/Nwa-real-niggaz-dont-die-ly...
3717	N.W.A	Knowledge will begin until I finish this song\...	https://genius.com/Nwa-quiet-on-tha-set-lyrics
3718	N.W.A	: Rakim, Check this out, yo, you go to your gi...	https://genius.com/Nwa-one-less-bitch-lyrics
3719	N.W.A	You got it	https://genius.com/Nwa-automobile-lyrics
3720	N.W.A	Cold gettin' busy on the tempo\r\nAbout to get...	https://genius.com/Nwa-something-like-that-lyrics
3721	N.W.A	Verse one:\r\nStanding by the speaker, suddenl...	https://genius.com/Nwa-sa-prize-fuck-tha-polic...
3722	N.W.A	Tonight's the night\r\nWhere's it happening, '...	https://genius.com/Nwa-something-2-dance-2-lyrics
3723	N.W.A	Casualties of War!\r\nCasualties of war; as I ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-chin-check-extended-ver...
3724	N.W.A	Funky...	https://genius.com/Nwa-the-dayz-of-wayback-lyrics
3725	N.W.A	I know you find it hard to believe that\r\nI a...	https://genius.com/Nwa-prelude-lyrics
3726	N.W.A	No more props, I want property in every boroug...	https://genius.com/Nwa-straight-outta-compton-...
3727	N.W.A	For real, baby\r\nLike that\r\nWe for real\r\n...	https://genius.com/Nwa-approach-to-danger-lyrics
3728	N.W.A	It's time to get wreck with the creator\r\nGet...	https://genius.com/Nwa-gangsta-gangsta-clean-l...
3729	N.W.A	Set it so I can make em all respect my fame\r\...	https://genius.com/Nwa-real-niggaz-lp-version-...
3730	N.W.A	]	https://genius.com/Nwa-panic-zone-lyrics
3731	N.W.A	Lots of lovin, lots of lovin\r\nLots of lovin,...	https://genius.com/Nwa-dont-drink-that-wine-ly...
3732	N.W.A	You gotta... straighten it out\r\nEverybody mu...	https://genius.com/Nwa-to-kill-a-hooker-interl...
3733	N.W.A	To my man...\r\nFor Pete's Sake, c'mon...\r\nT...	https://genius.com/Nwa-boyz-n-the-hood-remix-l...
3734	N.W.A	Money up steps the new era of my lyrical terro...	https://genius.com/Nwa-comptons-n-the-house-si...
3735	N.W.A	Ahh ha ha ha! Hah yeah! This is funky! I can f...	https://genius.com/Nwa-1-900-2-compton-interlu...
3736	N.W.A	OD off the black\r\nBaryshnikov\r\nTaking it u...	https://genius.com/Nwa-kamurshol-lyrics
3737	N.W.A	Let me take you on a journey through Carmel Ci...	https://genius.com/Nwa-protest-lyrics
3738	N.W.A	At last come the goodies, every woman got a lo...	https://genius.com/Nwa-real-niggaz-new-version...
3739	N.W.A	I could never look forward to an early retirem...	https://genius.com/Nwa-live-intro-1989-lyrics
3740	N.W.A	"He's a SWEET soul brother"	https://genius.com/Nwa-100-miles-and-runnin-cl...
3741	N.W.A	Chorus\r\n*song fades out and a freestyle sess...	https://genius.com/Nwa-bonus-beats-lyrics
3742	N.W.A	Like the Isley's, apply these, in-Between the ...	https://genius.com/Nwa-fuck-tha-police-insert-...
3743	N.W.A	* Pete Rock scratches various "on and on" samp...	https://genius.com/Nwa-alwayz-into-somethin-ed...
3744	N.W.A	* various other scratches by Pete Rock for a f...	https://genius.com/Nwa-arrested-insert-lyrics
3745	N.W.A	Here comes the hurricane, C.L. same name\r\nCu...	https://genius.com/Nwa-express-yourself-edited...
3746	N.W.A	Check the verse in the Bible says man shall ne...	https://genius.com/Nwa-fuck-tha-police-2006-re...
3747	N.W.A	Mecca and the Soul Brother	https://genius.com/Nwa-8-ball-remix-clean-lyrics
3748	N.W.A	Above the level of a mezzanine, healthy as Ova...	https://genius.com/Nwa-cash-money-insert-lyrics
3749	N.W.A	You can't front, boy\r\n'Cause we're the skill...	https://genius.com/Nwa-comptons-n-the-house-li...
3750	Eric B. & Rakim	This cap is peeled layin' joints like a minefi...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-paid-in-fu...
3751	Eric B. & Rakim	"In the flesh"	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-i-aint-no-...
3752	Eric B. & Rakim	Like I said\r\nIt's the Wig\r\nTo make your he...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-my-melody-...
3753	Eric B. & Rakim	\r\n"There is no competition" \r\n"We are the...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-follow-the...
3754	Eric B. & Rakim	Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth\r\nWithout...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-microphone...
3755	Eric B. & Rakim	What it look like, ain't nothin changed but th...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-i-know-you...
3756	Eric B. & Rakim	Put it down like I was born to do it, made to ...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-juice-know...
3757	Eric B. & Rakim	Lots of loving, lots of loving, lots of loving...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-eric-b-is-...
3758	Eric B. & Rakim	Prepare yourself to catch a verse from the big...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-dont-sweat...
3759	Eric B. & Rakim	Capture this funakthon loaded by the Mecca Don...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-as-the-rhy...
3760	Eric B. & Rakim	Some live the good life loungin' by the pool\r...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-lyrics-of-...
3761	Eric B. & Rakim	We go back and forth, sending this out to my p...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-in-the-ghe...
3762	Eric B. & Rakim	Yo', from the intro, I flow\r\nThree in a row,...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-mahogany-l...
3763	Eric B. & Rakim	Yo, check out the rhyme buster, pulling niggas...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-let-the-rh...
3764	Eric B. & Rakim	The lucci's mine like the summertime, and I'ma...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-whats-on-y...
3765	Eric B. & Rakim	Smooth like Fabian, hot as the Arabian\r\nSome...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-move-the-c...
3766	Eric B. & Rakim	*jamaican someone rapping*\r\n"Pete Rock & C.L...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-paid-in-fu...
3767	Eric B. & Rakim	Wreck with The Creator	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-no-competi...
3768	Eric B. & Rakim	"So listen to what we say because this type o'...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-casualties...
3769	Eric B. & Rakim	Some live the good life loungin' by the pool\r...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-paid-in-fu...
3770	Eric B. & Rakim	{Pete Rock keeps scratching until his rap vers...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-the-punish...
3771	Eric B. & Rakim	Listen, just listen\r\nTo the funky song as I ...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-no-omega-l...
3772	Eric B. & Rakim	Alakazam , you'll never guess what I am \r\nMo...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-eric-b-is-...
3773	Eric B. & Rakim	For real, baby\r\nLike that\r\nWe for real\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-musical-ma...
3774	Eric B. & Rakim	Album:\r\nMecca and the Soul Brother\r\n* - th...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-teach-the-...
3775	Eric B. & Rakim	--] Heavy D\r\nMecca and the Soul Brother\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-put-your-h...
3776	Eric B. & Rakim	For real, baby\r\nLike that\r\nWe for real\r\n...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-chinese-ar...
3777	Eric B. & Rakim	\r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n \r\n ...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-the-r-lyrics
3778	Eric B. & Rakim	Ghettos of the mind, la la\r\nCome on, la la\r...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-keep-the-b...
3779	Eric B. & Rakim	Ghettos of the mind, la la\r\nCome on, la la\r...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-untouchabl...
3780	Eric B. & Rakim	You gotta \r\nEverybody must \r\n You gotta \r...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-pass-the-h...
3781	Eric B. & Rakim	You gotta \r\nEverybody must \r\n You gotta \r...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-step-back-...
3782	Eric B. & Rakim	Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-whats-goin...
3783	Eric B. & Rakim	Cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm; cool, calm...	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-extended-b...
3784	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-relax-with...
3785	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-run-for-co...
3786	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-set-em-str...
3787	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-to-the-lis...
3788	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-just-a-bea...
3789	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-kick-along...
3790	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-rest-assur...
3791	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-eric-b-nev...
3792	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-keep-em-ea...
3793	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-my-melody-...
3794	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-microphone...
3795	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-my-melody-...
3796	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-beats-for-...
3797	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-let-the-rh...
3798	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-eric-b-mad...
3799	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-i-know-you...
3800	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-as-the-rhy...
3801	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-paid-in-fu...
3802	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-i-know-you...
3803	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-as-the-rhy...
3804	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-move-the-c...
3805	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-st-ides-co...
3806	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-casualties...
3807	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-eric-b-is-...
3808	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-i-know-lyrics
3809	Eric B. & Rakim	None	https://genius.com/Eric-b-and-rakim-in-the-ghe...
3810	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3811	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3812	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-tak...
3813	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-sea...
3814	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-lot...
3815	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-str...
3816	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-for...
3817	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-in-...
3818	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3819	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-ret...
3820	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-car...
3821	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-i-g...
3822	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-i-g...
3823	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-ghe...
3824	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-all...
3825	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-sou...
3826	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-its...
3827	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-ski...
3828	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-on-...
3829	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-ang...
3830	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-act...
3831	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-esc...
3832	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-mec...
3833	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-if-...
3834	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-can...
3835	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3836	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-in-...
3837	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-wig...
3838	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-one...
3839	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-sun...
3840	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-da-...
3841	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-bac...
3842	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-lot...
3843	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-its...
3844	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-tel...
3845	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-get...
3846	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-goo...
3847	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-che...
3848	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-go-...
3849	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-wor...
3850	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-its...
3851	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-all...
3852	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-we-...
3853	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3854	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-dea...
3855	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-goo...
3856	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-wha...
3857	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3858	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3859	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3860	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-int...
3861	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-mec...
3862	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3863	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3864	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-ghe...
3865	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3866	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-str...
3867	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...
3868	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-coo...
3869	Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth	None	https://genius.com/Pete-rock-and-cl-smooth-the...

#saving data to a csv file
hiphopDF.to_csv('hiphopDF.csv',mode='w',encoding='utf-8', index=False)